Chapter 596

Late at night, Fang's house was quiet, with only a faint light in the bedroom.

"Husband... Tomorrow... Can you accompany me back to my mother's house?"

Zhang Shuhui asked breathlessly.

Fang Xing was furious: "can you still be distracted? Look at the move!"

After some tossing, Fang woke up and fell down, just trying to maintain his breathing rate.

Zhang Shuhui fell on Fang Xing's chest, felt the beating under his chest, and said with a giggle, "husband, do you want to punish my concubine again?"

"Good goblin!"

Fang Xing, of course, was the loser, so he regrouped

Fang woke up and fell asleep. Zhang Shuhui curled up in his arms and touched his chin with gentle eyes.

A smart woman will not ask her husband. She will use her tenderness to resolve her husband's anxiety and anxiety.

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The next day, Fang woke up before dawn. He ran a few laps in the yard. When he came back, he deliberately took off his coat and proudly displayed his six abdominal muscles.

Breakfast is fried. After a bite, the meat fragrance will spread in your mouth, rich and memorable.

Fang woke up and ate ten. When he was about to eat another one, a servant girl outside said Xue Huamin wanted to see him.

"Let him wait."

Fang Xing put down the frying. After washing her hands, Zhang Shuhui brought her clothes and helped him change them with Xiaobai.

"Xue Huamin is not an outsider. There is no need to be so precious and important."

Fang Xing hooked Zhang Shuhui and Xiaobai's chin. When they were stunned, they kissed each other quickly, and then went to the front hall with a laugh.

As soon as they met, Xue Huamin announced a big news.

"Second uncle, the Duke of the state was recruited into the Palace last night. Your majesty intends to let go of the salt lead."

"The Ministry of household is short of money?" Fang Xing's first reaction was to send money to the middle of the court, and it was not small money, otherwise Zhu Di would not give up the opening China method, which was of great benefit to the frontier fortress.

"The second uncle has the same eye!"

Xue Huamin sincerely admires Fang Xing's reaction.

"No wonder..."

Fang Xing remembered the message sent yesterday afternoon. The 'noble man' should have known the news first, so he came to warn Fang Xing.

"Second uncle, the duke said that you went to Yangzhou twice and learned a lot about salt merchants. Your majesty should ask you for advice."

Xue Huamin said with a dry smile, "Lord Guo said that this matter concerns the wealth of many people, so you'd better get through."

The so-called muddling through is to make Fang remain silent or ambiguous, but don't object.

"I see."

Fang Xing sent Xue Huamin away without expression, and then received the order to let him enter the palace.

When Fang woke up in the palace, he found that there were not many people today, but they were very luxurious.

Master Zhu Di is here in three places, as well as several Bachelor of assistant politics and six Shangshu.

When discussing important state affairs, Daming never expanded. He would coordinate among these important officials before making it public.

Fang Xing's identity is somewhat awkward and uneducated.

Jian Yi looked at Fang Xing curiously, and was puzzled by Zhu Di's intention to call Fang to wake up.

Zhu Di said faintly, "the household is in short supply. I want to let go of the salt lead. You can try it."

The official department was the first of the six departments, so Jian Yi expressed his opinions first.

"Your Majesty, the original salt introduction was based on opening. Although it solved the difficulty of grain transportation in the frontier fortress, the Ministry of household also lost this tax money. I think we must find a way to make the best of both worlds, otherwise we can't shake it easily."

This is the advice of an old man.

Zhu Di nodded slightly, and Jin Zhong said, "Your Majesty, it's not easy to cultivate in the north. Unless a large number of migrant people pass by, it's difficult to ensure the rations of the soldiers. As long as the matter of grain transportation can be solved, I have no objection."

As the Minister of the Ministry of war, Jin Zhong can only speak from the perspective of his own duty. If there is more, he is suspected of crossing the border.

Yang Shiqi said, "Your Majesty, the canal has been opened. Since then, the transportation of grain from the south to the north can reduce many losses. The salt diversion can indeed be changed."

That's right, and it means to show kindness to Xia Yuanji.

Xia Yuanji was busy allocating resources all day and looked haggard. He hesitated and said, "Your Majesty, since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, salt diversion has always been distributed in the middle of development. If you can break the color and pay, it would be good, but grain from the south to the North... It's all right. So far, it's the only way."

Jin Youzi was not interested in Xia Yuanji's words about erecting a memorial archway, but he was not ready to wade into the muddy water.

Hu Guang finally spoke. In the time just now, he had considered it for a while, and now he looked calm.

"Your Majesty, with the increasing population in the north, the opening of the canal and the shortage of money in the household, it can be seen that it is urgent to change the salt diversion. Please do it."

This is the final speech. Even if there is no Shoufu now, the gradually formed atmosphere makes Hu Guang have the consciousness of Shoufu.

Zhu Di looked at Fang Xing and said, "Xinghe Bo went to Yangzhou several times and knows a lot about salt merchants. What do you think?"

The salt administration of all dynasties was the top priority. One cannot live without salt for a day. Without salt, one is powerless.

A country cannot live without salt for a day. A country without salt is poor.

Salt tax is the largest, most popular and most stable tax.

Although in the past, salt was introduced in the middle of development, but in fact, it has been equivalent to indirect tax payment, and this tax is used for the garrison whose food and grass are difficult to support themselves.

Everyone noticed that Fang Xing was in a daze. Jin Youzi smiled: "Xinghe, Bo Wenwu, must have some enlightening opinions."

Shake your sister!

Fang Xing glanced coldly at Jin Youzi, disdained the ridicule and encouragement, and then said, "Your Majesty, are you going to sell salt with silver money?"

Zhu Di nodded. This was a problem he had considered for a long time. If he continued to exchange grain for salt, Daming's tax would still be too little.

The current problem in Daming is that there is enough food, but there is a gap in money.

This has something to do with the habits of the Han people: the common people will collect some money, and some even hide the money at home for generations.

The same is true of those businessmen, who like to put away their wealth.

These habits lead to less and less currency in circulation in Daming market, and a large number of copper and treasure notes are issued every year.

"Your Majesty, I think salt is money."

Fang woke up and looked around for a week. No one had any objection.

"So what do salt merchants do?"

Fang Xing's smile was startling. "I thought they were just transporting money for Daming. They got a lot of rewards in the process. They were rich and invincible."

Hu Guang's eyelids are beating, and Xia Yuanji's hands unconsciously knead the corners of his clothes

"They just transport and sell, but the most fundamental production is not involved..."

Fang Xingmeng waved his arm and asked, "why should they be rich?"

Zhu Di was horrified. He remembered Fang Xing's failure to copy the harvest of the salt merchants in Yangzhou at that time. It was exaggerated to say that it was a rich country, but if it was accumulated, the financial resources of the salt merchants would determine the direction of a country.

"What did they do? It's worth the generous return I Daming gave them!"

Fang Xing stood in the middle and said with bright eyes, "they didn't do anything. They just bought salt with money and then Gali sold it. It's a privilege!!!"