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"This is the first batch of silver dollars." Fei Chun held out a box and said.

Zhao Han smiled and said, "Sit down."

Fei Chun and Song Yingxing sat down respectively.

This silver dollar is very beautiful and exquisite, and it should be specially selected by the two of them.

The words "one circle" are printed vertically on the front, and there are words "Eleventh Year of Chongzhen" and "Made in Jiangxi" around it. The main pattern on the back is the intersection of ears of rice and ears of wheat, with the words "Tianxia Datong".

Zhao Han was very satisfied: "The rice ears and wheat ears have intricate patterns, are they used to prevent counterfeiting?"

"It is indeed used for anti-counterfeiting," Song Yingxing nodded and said, "The circle of dots around it is also used for anti-counterfeiting."

Zhao Han asked again: "Hydraulic suppression?"

Song Yingxing explained: "Rolling with water."

This is not technically difficult. During the Zhengde period of the Ming Dynasty, Habsburg, Austria, had already adopted the roller coin rolling technology.

Fifty years ago, Spain used hydraulic rollers to roll coins, and the address of the mint was in mainland Spain.

In the past 20 or 30 years, Mexico's Mint has also begun to adopt this technology.

Zhao Han's request to Song Yingxing at the beginning was that coins must be minted using water power. If it is hydraulic coinage, stamping is more troublesome, but roller rolling is very simple.

Zhao Han played with the silver dollar and asked, "Is this the best quality, what about the bad quality?"

Song Yingxing took out two more silver dollars and said, "If the quality is not good, there are generally two situations."

Zhao Han took a look and found that one was seriously bent and the other had misplaced patterns.

Song Yingxing explained: "Roller rolling will inevitably bend and deform, and it must be hammered manually before leaving the factory. There is also a roller template, which may sometimes be skewed, resulting in misalignment of the silver dollar pattern."

Zhao Han ordered: "If the pattern is misplaced, just melt it down and make it again."

Spain's eight-riyal silver dollar, with various currency faces bent and various patterns misplaced, is still taken out for circulation.

"How much silver content?" Zhao Han asked.

Song Yingxing said: "A silver dollar is one tael, containing eight cents and eight dollars of silver, and the auxiliary material is white copper."

Cupronickel is a copper-nickel alloy, and the silver content of this silver dollar is 88%.

As for the Spanish silver dollar, the silver content is about 90%. .

The difference in silver content of 2% leads to higher hardness of Datong silver dollar, less serious bending of the currency face during rolling, and less easy damage and deformation in long-term circulation.

In addition, the Datong silver dollar is one or two, and the standard weight is 37.3 grams. The Spanish silver dollar is less than one tael, and the standard weight is 27.07 grams.

In circulation and use in China, the Datong silver dollar is definitely more convenient, as it can directly correspond to one tael of silver.

Zhao Han said: "The Mint, the Rolling Plant, and the Ticket Factory (Military Tickets, Official Tickets) will be separated from the Department of Public Works and the Department of Finance in the future. There will be a separate Mint, which will be directly managed by the General Military Office. department assistant."

"yes!"

Fei Chun and Song Yingxing clasped their hands.

Fei Chun said: "From this winter to next summer's harvest, we must control the grain merchants and prohibit the export of grain. Please send a few naval warships to cooperate with the inspection."

"Yes." Zhao Han immediately agreed.

The main reason is that within one year, two more provinces were added to the territory, resulting in a serious shortage of food in Jiangxi. If there is no control, food prices will inevitably skyrocket next spring.

Don't look at the beginning of the year, there were only 16,000 soldiers.

However, troops were sent to the two provinces at the same time, and the number of farmers, soldiers and grain transporters who participated in the war was as many as 60,000.

Using the ancient calculation method, Zhao Han sent 80,000 troops this year!

If you brag a little more, you can declare to the outside world that you will send 200,000 troops.

In the later period, too many cities were occupied, and 6,000 peasants and soldiers were transferred to the newly occupied cities for defense. It will take more than half a year, when the public security in these cities is stable, and the yamen servants and arresters are properly rectified, before the peasants and soldiers guarding the cities can be withdrawn.

These peasants and soldiers defending the city also consume food!

In addition, a large number of officials, missionaries, and backbones of peasant associations were mobilized, and immigration and disaster relief were needed in the future.

Jiangxi, Hunan, and Guangdong have no surplus food.

If it weren't for the massive issuance of military tickets, Zhao Han wouldn't even be able to pay enough for the soldiers. He is not full of Qing Dynasty. If there is not enough food, he will run to grab it. Zhao Han won the territory, not only could he not grab food, but he had to use his own food to help the disaster.

Therefore, Zhao Han only dared to increase his army to 23,000 this time.

We must wait until next summer's harvest to have enough food before we can expand the army by 5,000 people again.

Twenty-eight thousand soldiers are enough to pacify the south!

With these soldiers as the skeleton, an army of 300,000 can be pulled out at any time.

After finishing his official duties, Zhao Han returned to the inner house.

"Cluck cluck cluck!"

It was not who was laughing, but the crowing of the hen.

Pan Qimei still lives in the same yard with Fei Rulan, they can communicate with each other as companions, and they can also help Pan Qimei learn Chinese as soon as possible.

It's just that another one entered the empty courtyard and was opened up by Pan Qimei to raise chickens...

Bought a rooster, six hens, and a large flock of chicks.

Pan Qimei was afraid that the chicken manure would stink to others, so she cleaned very diligently every day. And the chicken manure is not wasted, it is sold cheaply to maids, who take it home to stock up, and then sell it to farmers in the countryside.

Regarding this, Zhao Han and Fei Rulan couldn't laugh or cry.

"Wow wow wow..."

Suddenly there was a burst of crying, and Zhao Han walked into the chicken yard looking for the sound, but saw Gun'er crying with his neck up.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Han asked.

Fei Rulan sighed and said, "Ju'er trampled a chicken to death, and no one scolded him, so he cried by himself."

Zhao Han stroked the top of his son's head and comforted him softly, "Good boy, don't cry, don't cry."

Gun'er pointed behind him, sobbing so much that he couldn't speak coherently: "Dad...Dad, chick...no...don't move anymore, I stepped...stepped on it."

"Then shouldn't you be more careful not to step on the chick in the future?" Zhao Han asked.

"En." Gun'er wiped away tears and nodded.

Zhao Han smiled and said, "That's right. Don't be afraid of making mistakes, but you must correct them. Remember?"

Gun'er half understood, just nodded.

Pan Qimei has already put away the chicken's body, afraid that the child will continue to cry when she sees it.

In fact, raising chickens is very interesting, at least Gun'er likes it very much, and comes to feed the chickens every day. Fei Rulan came along occasionally, but she was familiar with these chickens, and the mother and son were keeping pets.

The sadness of a child comes and goes quickly.

Not long after, Gun'er burst into laughter, fed the chickens with rice bran mixed by Pan Qimei, and squatted there to observe the chickens eating.

As the evening approached, the little girl came back, and Zheng Sen followed behind her.

Zheng Zhilong had inquired about it, and Zhao Han had a younger sister who was not married. He threw his son over and specifically warned him to get in touch with Zhao Han's sister more.

It's self-evident what he has in mind.

Zheng Sen didn't take this matter to heart, but was inexplicably attracted to Zhao Zhenfang.

Because Zhao Zhenfang is lively and generous, she is not only familiar with Tang poetry and Song Ci, but also finished studying "Four Books", and also knows mathematics in Western countries. Zhao Zhenfang is different from the girls Zheng Sen has come into contact with. She has a kind of self-confidence, as well as a kind of heartiness and freedom - this is influenced by Zhao Han.

Anyway, Zheng Sen was fascinated and would follow Zhao Zhenfang whenever he had time.

Zheng Sen is fifteen years old, and Zhao Zhenfang is sixteen years old, like a younger brother following an older sister.

In order to have a common topic, Zheng Sen not only talked about the Four Books and poems, but also took the initiative to learn mathematics from Zhao Zhenfang.

"Oh, why haven't you learned it yet? I have taught you this kind of problem several times, and it can be solved by applying formulas." Zhao Zhenfang scolded.

Zheng Sen smirked and said, "I'm stupid."

In fact, he already knew it, pretending to be stupid, just wanting to see Zhao Zhenfang scolding others.

Every frown and smile made Zheng Sen feel pretty.

Zheng Sen has a thick skin and has been holding back, obviously wanting to eat here.

Even during meal time, Zheng Sen's eyes secretly fell on Zhao Zhenfang.

The more Zhao Han looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong. Master Guo Xing wanted to focus on training, so why did he go astray?

Zhao Zhenfang is a smart girl, she has already noticed something strange. When we were having dinner at home today, Zheng Sen was still peeking at her like this. She blushed with shame, for fear of being discovered by her elder brother and sister-in-law.

Taking advantage of Zhao Han's inattention, Zhao Zhenfang glared at Zheng Sen.

Zheng Sen was glared with joy, that kind of coquettish look, his face was still red, and Zheng Sen was immediately taken aback.

What the hell is this?

On the contrary, Zhao Zhenfang didn't dare to stare any more, she buried her head and only cared about eating, she was so confused now.

What Zhao Zhenfang likes is Xiao Shixuan. Although he is as cold as a piece of wood, he is especially charming when studying mathematics. As for this Zheng Sen, Zhao Zhenfang only regarded him as a younger brother, but this younger brother's undisguised pursuit made Zhao Zhenfang somewhat like him.

Sometimes, Zhao Zhenfang would think, which one should I choose?

Zhao Hanquan acted as if he didn't see it, he didn't interfere in this kind of thing, everything was up to the younger sister's own will.

After dinner, Zheng Sen followed Zhao Zhenfang again.

When the two of them were left alone, Zhao Zhenfang took a hard look and warned, "Don't look at me like that, you're like a fool!"

"Okay." Zheng Sen smiled.

Zhao Zhenfang said again: "It's getting late, don't follow me, other people will gossip."

"Where is sister going to play tomorrow?" Zheng Sen asked.

Zhao Zhenfang said: "I have class tomorrow, but I don't have much time to play."

Zheng Sen said: "I'll pick you up after class. I still have a lot of math questions to ask."

"We'll talk about it when the time comes." Zhao Zhenfang felt that this person was a rascal.

Zheng Sen stood in the yard and said, "Go in, I'll watch you go back to your room."

"I'm too lazy to talk to you." Zhao Zhenfang turned around and left.

After entering the house and closing the door, Zhao Zhenfang couldn't help peeking again.

Seeing that Zheng Sen was still standing there, Zhao Zhenfang felt her face was hot, and at the same time she blamed herself. She felt that she had empathized with someone else, she obviously liked Xiao Shixuan, why did she do this again.

The minds of boys and girls are always uncertain and elusive.

Zhao Han was chatting with Fei Rulan and Pan Qimei. The family was small, and the two women got along relatively harmoniously, even eating together.

If there were too many people, it would definitely not be possible to be so harmonious.

Pan Qimei's vocabulary is increasing day by day, and simple communication is not a problem, but she can't speak or listen too fast. She sat beside her smiling the whole time, listening to Zhao Han talking to Fei Rulan.

Pan Qimei likes Fei Rulan very much. She is like a sister and a mother. She taught her many things and took special care of her.

After chatting for a while, Zhao Han went to the study.

After reading the book for two hours, the two women were still chatting, and they mainly played with Gun'er.

"Is Gun'er still asleep?" Zhao Han said with a smile.

Fei Rulan said: "My eyelids are fighting, but I just won't sleep."

Gun'er lay in Pan Qimei's arms, closed and opened her eyelids, and suddenly fell asleep with her head drooping.

"I'll take the baby back." Fei Rulan got up and said.

Two women, one for one night, Zhao Han took turns having sex.

Suddenly, Zhao Han remembered the little movie he had seen before, and said dryly, "Why don't you give the baby to the nanny, let's sleep together tonight."

"Together..." Fei Rulan suddenly reacted, blushing and spat, "Shameless!"

"Just one night, just one night." Zhao Han said in a begging tone.

I have always insisted not to accept concubines, but now I have to play tricks. Sure enough, power can easily corrupt people.

Fei Rulan got up and wanted to carry the child away, but Zhao Han hurriedly stopped her: "Come on, come on, just for one night."

"Pfft!"

Fei Rulan suddenly laughed out loud. She had known Zhao Han for so many years, and this was the first time she saw him look pitiful.

Fei Rulan called Xiyue and asked her to carry the baby to the nanny.

Xiyue carried the child out, and the door was closed immediately. The girl was dumbfounded, and couldn't help peeking inside, her heart was pounding, but unfortunately the lights were turned off soon.

Pan Qimei didn't understand it at first, until she was dragged into the bedroom by Zhao Han, and when she saw Fei Rulan also walked in, she shrank back and sat on the bed in shame.

Looking at the two beauties with different looks, Zhao Han felt hot all over.

"Don't look, blow out the lamp!" Fei Rulan's voice became lower and lower until it was inaudible.

Pan Qimei got off the bed suddenly, ran two steps, and blew it out.

The room was pitch black, only the rustling sound of undressing, followed by the breathing of the three of them getting heavier and heavier.

All nervous and excited as hell.

Zhao Han finally degenerates, no longer a pure youth.