Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

The Fang's house was quiet late at night, only the bedroom was lit with a little light.

"Husband... tomorrow... can you accompany your concubine back to your natal home?"

Zhang Shuhui asked breathlessly.

Fang Xing was furious: "You can still be distracted? Look at it!"

After some tossing, Fang Xing slumped down, just trying to maintain his breathing rate.

Zhang Shuhui leaned on Fang Xing's chest, feeling the beating under her chest, and said with a chuckle: "Do you want to punish your concubine again?"

"Good fairy!"

Fang Xing, of course, loses but does not lose, so he regroups...

Fang Xing, who had scored twice, fell asleep, and Zhang Shuhui curled up in his arms, reaching out to touch his chin, her eyes gentle.

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

...

The next day, he woke up before dawn. He went to the yard and ran a few laps. When he came back, he deliberately took off his shirt and proudly showed his six-pack abs.

Breakfast is fried, after a bite, the meaty aroma fills your mouth, rich and endless aftertaste.

Fang Xing ate ten of them in one breath, and when he was about to eat one more, a maid outside said that Xue Huamin asked to see him.

"Let him wait."

Fang Xing put down the pan-frying. After washing her hands, Zhang Shuhui took the clothes and helped Xiao Bai change them.

"Xue Huamin is not an outsider, there is no need to cherish it so much."

Fang Xing hooked Zhang Shuhui and Xiao Bai's chins, while they were shocked, they quickly kissed each other, and then went to the front hall with a big laugh.

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

"Second uncle, the grandfather of the country was recruited into the palace last night, and your majesty deliberately let go of the salt lead."

"But the Ministry of Households is short of money?" Fang Xing's first reaction was that the DPRK and China were short of money, and it was not a small amount of money, otherwise Zhu Di would not give up the opening of the Chinese law, which would be of great benefit to the frontier fortress.

"Second Gu Ye is right!"

Xue Huamin sincerely admired Fang Xing's reaction.

"No wonder……"

Fang Xing remembered the message yesterday afternoon that the ‘noble man’ should have known the news first, so he came to warn Fang Xing.

"Second Uncle, Lord Guo said, you have visited Yangzhou twice and know a lot about salt merchants. Your Majesty should ask you for advice."

Xue Huamin said with a dry smile: "The Lord Guo said that this matter is concerned about the wealth of many people, so you'd better get in with it."

The so-called confuse is to keep Fang Xing silent or vague, but don't oppose it.

"I see."

Fang Xing gave Xue Huamin away without expression, and then received an order for him to enter the palace.

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

There are three masters in Zhu Di, a few bachelors of assistant politics, and six books.

When Daming discussed important state affairs, he would never expand, and would first make the coordination between these important ministers before making it public.

Fang Xing's identity is a bit embarrassing, neither civil nor military.

Jian Yi glanced at Fang Xing curiously, wondering about Zhu Di's purpose in calling Fang to wake up.

Zhu Di said faintly: "The household is in short supply. I want to let go of Yan Yin. You will try to say it."

The official department is the head of the six, so Jian Yi first expressed his opinion.

"Your Majesty, the original salt introduction was based on opening. Although the frontier fortresses were resolved, the household department was also missing the tax. The minister thought that we must find a way to get the best of both worlds, otherwise we should not easily shake."

This is the words of Lao Chengmou.

Zhu Di nodded slightly, and Jin Zhong said, "Your Majesty, it is not easy to cultivate in the north. Unless a large number of migrants pass by, it is difficult to ensure the rations for the soldiers. As long as the transportation of food can be resolved, the minister has no objection."

As the Shangshu of the Ministry of War, Jin Zhong can only speak from the point of view of his position.

Yang Shiqi said: "Your Majesty, the canal has been opened. From then on, the transportation of grain from the south to the north can reduce a lot of losses, and the Yan Yin can indeed be changed."

This is correct, and it means to show favor to Xia Yuanji.

Xia Yuanji was busy deploying resources all day long, looking haggard a lot, he hesitated and said: "Your Majesty, since the founding of the country, Yanyin has been distributed in the middle of the year. If it can be discounted and paid, it would be good, but the southern grain will be transported to the north... …Finally, it has to be so now."

Jin Youzi didn't catch a cold at Xia Yuanji's words of erecting a memorial archway, but he was not ready to take a trip to the muddy water.

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

"Your Majesty, the population in the north is multiplying day by day, the canal is opened, the household is short of banknotes, and there is a lot of money. It can be seen that the change of salt is an urgent matter, and the ministers please do it."

This is a final speech. Even if there is no first assistant, the atmosphere that is gradually formed has made Hu Guang already aware of the first assistant.

Zhu Di Fuss must look towards Fang Xing: "Xing He Bo has visited Yangzhou several times and knows a lot about salt merchants. What do you think?"

Salt administration in all dynasties is the number one event. One cannot be without salt for a day, and without salt, there is no power.

The country cannot be salt-free for a day, and the country will be poor if there is no salt.

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

Although it used to be in the middle of issuing a salt introduction, it is actually equivalent to paying taxes indirectly, and this tax is used on the garrisons that are difficult to sustain themselves in various places.

Everyone noticed that Fang Xing was in a daze on the edge, and Jin Youzi smiled: "Xing and Bo Wenwu ~www.NovelMTL.com~ I must have some deafening insights."

Zhen your sister!

Fang Xing glanced at Jin Youzi coldly, and expressed disdain for such ridicule and aggressive generals, and then said seriously: "Your Majesty, dare you to ask if you plan to sell salt with silver?"

Zhu Di nodded. This is a question he has considered for a long time. If he continues to exchange food for salt, Daming's tax will still be too small.

Daming’s current problem is that there is enough food, but there is a shortage of money.

This has something to do with the habit of the Han people: ordinary people will collect some money when they have it, and some may even keep it at home for several generations.

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

These habits have led to less and less currency circulating in the Ming Dynasty market, and a large amount of copper coins and treasures are issued every year.

"Your Majesty, the minister thinks that salt is money."

Fang Xing looked around for a week, and no one had any objections.

"So what does the salt merchant do?"

Fang Xing’s smile was shocking. “The minister thought they were just transporting money for me, Daming. In the process, they got a lot of rewards, and they are rich in the enemy’s country.”

Hu Guang's eyelids were beating, Xia Yuanji's hand kneaded the corners of his clothes unconsciously...

"They just deliver and sell, but the most basic production is not involved..."

Fang Xing fiercely waved his arm and asked, "Why should they make them rich?!"

Zhu Di was horrified, but he was horrified. He remembered Fang Xing's harvest of the salt merchants who copied the Yangzhou government at that time. It was an exaggeration to say that the country was richer than the enemy, but if accumulated in this way, the salt merchants' financial resources would determine the direction of a country.

"What did they do? It is worthy of such a generous return from Da Ming!"

Fang Xing stood in the middle and said with piercing eyes: "They didn't do anything. They just bought the salt with money, and then Gali sold it. This is a privilege!!!"