At three o'clock in the morning, fixed income fund manager Shen Jiahe died suddenly on the night of the U. S. Debt review. When he opened his eyes, he became Fusu, the son of Da Qin.
This year, the First Emperor was thirty-four years old. The 300,000 troops in the north need to eat, the 700,000 prisoners in Lishan need to eat, and rumors of a severe drought are flying all over the sky. The old nobles of the Six Kingdoms stored grain in their cellars and waited for the price of rice in Guanzhong to skyrocket——
And he doesn't cultivate immortality or train soldiers, he issues debts.
The grain treasury bond "Feng Rang Bond": aristocratic families believe that production will be reduced, and they rush to lend their stored grain to the government for interest; the coin treasury bond "Jin Rang Bond": the common people and small businessmen subscribe for a thousand yuan, and pay in money when it expires, and they will not owe a penny.
Immediately afterwards, the construction of Afang Palace was postponed, the construction of Lishan Mausoleum was stopped, and 700,000 people turned around to open up wasteland——
Food and shelter are provided, and wages are also paid.
The keel waterwheel turns, the curved shaft plow turns over the raw soil, and black gold spreads to fertilize the fields.
On the day when the autumn grain was put into the warehouse, the aristocratic family discovered that: the government had redeemed the coupons for a penny, and the millet was already as cheap as mud.
"I have never lied to them." Young Master Fusu opened the account book, "They themselves pledged their wealth to the sky. But I just farmed the land."
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