Chapter 131 Tired

Yang Jingwei's fist has been hitting his palm.

In the room, there was the sound of Yang Jie hitting his fist with his hand.

This Chinese-style Dharma is really a mess. As long as I work hard to dry salt and use salt to exchange for food, the famine in the late Ming Dynasty seemed to be no problem at all. Yang Jingwei was in a state of silence and was thinking.

"Master Xu, how much salt can be exchanged for one stone of grain?" Yang Jingai thought that the national salt production should be clear first, and the proportion of the exchange should be clear.

Xu Guangqi obviously studied the salt administration and immediately said: "Report to Your Majesty, depending on the distance, the salt you draw can be exchanged for one to five stones of grain. If Your Majesty opens Shaanxi, you can pass through the canal, go to the Yellow River, and go to Kaifeng. If you want to go to Xi'an, you will have about two stones. If you want to go to Xi'an, you will probably have a few dou of one stone. "Xu Guangqi estimated the exchange ratio between China and France.

"How much salt is Yiyan?"

"Report to Your Majesty, you will get three hundred kilograms of salt when you attract it." Xu Guangqi answered immediately.

The average salt inlet to the disaster area can be exchanged for two stone grains, which means that it is about 3:2 ratio, and 300 kilograms of salt for 200 kilograms of grain. Yang Jing was thinking in his mind that if it was this exchange ratio, it depends on how much salt production in the country was. If the salt production was high enough, Yang Jing would not mind using salt from the sea to exchange for grain. As for the interests of the salt merchants, in Yang Jing's view, what else is more terrifying than the peasant uprising in the late Ming Dynasty? The Jinyiwei in his hand was still slashed with a knife. Yang Jing planned to sacrifice his strength this time. Whoever dared to stop him would cut him down. In the past, he had always warned himself not to easily get involved in business such as salt and iron. But now, Yang Jing was forced to be moved by the silver and was extremely excited. He thought of chopping people like the young and dandy and chopping those salt merchants. Yang Jing smashed his hand hard.

"Master Xu, how much salt can I send in a year?"

"Report to Your Majesty, our dynasty has the current rules and regulations. Every year, each of the ten principles is 200,000 salts are cited, and each of the principles is 300 kilograms of salt is cited."

The outline? Another outline? Yang Jing was dizzy. Didn’t he talk about the opening of the Chinese law just now? Now he has outline? Every year, every ten outline, each outline is 200,000 invoices, which is 2 million invoices per year, and each 300 kilograms of salt is calcified. In this way, the salt in the Ming Dynasty was about 600 million kilograms of salt. This number is very large. Yang Jing was also surprised, why is this so powerful to eat salt?

"What is the principle? How much salt does each person eat every year in my dynasty?" Yang Jing asked this again in a confused manner. Yang Jing couldn't figure out some ancient professional terms. He didn't plan to participate in these things with mixed interests at the beginning. Yang Jing also knew that the salt and iron tea and other ancient ways of making money were all mixed and depended on each other. Yang Jing did not plan to deal with these things before the gun was hard. But now, the disaster is coming, and he has to take risks and use machetes to chop people like the young and dandy. The targets Yang Jing was going to cut off were salt merchants and those greedy officials.

"Your Majesty, a family of five requires about 50 kilograms of salt every year, and each person needs about 10 kilograms of salt per year." Xu Guangqi did his homework and soon reported the numbers.

Each person eats ten kilograms of salt every year. Yang Jing was surprised when he could eat salt like this. I remember that in the past, only a few spoons were enough to cook. Eat ten kilograms a year? If the annual output of 600 million jin of salt, divided by ten kilograms, wouldn’t that mean that there were only 60 million people in the Ming Dynasty? This seems to be obviously not right! I remember that in many documents, the population at the end of the Ming Dynasty was 10 million, close to 100 million, and some even stated that the population at the end of the Ming Dynasty was more than 100 million, close to 200 million. Now, judging by the number of salt indicatives, private salt transactions are still very prosperous. Yang Jing estimated that at least half of the people ate private salt. Wouldn’t that mean that the salt tax was actually only half? Yang Jing once again had a certain understanding of the administrative ability of the Ming Dynasty.

Xu Guangqi added knowledge to Yang Jing: "Report to Your Majesty, the principle is to compile the salt obtained by the world's salt traders into the outline book, divided into ten outlines, and compiled the ten characters "The Holy virtue exceeds the nine surrounds of the phoenix fan of the ages". The outline book allows merchants to always use it as "ben" and conduct new quotes according to the old numbers in the book every year. The nameless ones are not allowed to join, that is, the private merchants buy and sell and underwrite the sale, and the court is only responsible for drawing taxes from it."

Underwriting? Monopoly monopoly monopoly monopoly monopoly. Yang’s reform is a big deal. The entanglement of interests in the salt industry is indeed not ordinary chaos. He wants to get involved in the salt industry. It seems that he has not even figured out the door yet.

Yang Jing was confused and couldn't figure it out. He really had to figure it out carefully! What is the opening of Chinese law, the outline, the underwriting, the subsidy, the salt inducement, and the mess. Yang Jing has been completely overwhelmed. If he is preparing to enter the salt industry, he doesn't know where to start.

"Master Xu, according to your opinion, how should we implement the salt industry's opening of the Chinese law, or the outline method?" Yang Jie wiped his head, his head was already covered in dust. He still asked Xu Guangqi, since Xu Guangqi dared to say that he would open the Chinese law again, obviously there was a countermeasure.

"I think that China and France should be reopened and merchants should be encouraged to transport food to the border, or to provide disaster relief in disaster areas in Shaanxi..."

Yang Jingwei was preparing to agree to this matter. This matter seemed a good thing. Three hundred kilograms of salt can be exchanged for 200 kilograms of grain in the disaster area. Every year, there are two million cigarettes of salt, which can be exchanged for more than one million s of grain. If it is transported to Kaifeng, it can be exchanged for four or five million s of grain. It seems that as long as you dry salt hard every year, you can calm the disaster. It is no longer a problem for me, a time traveler. Especially for myself, a Baidu man, I went back to search for Baidu and immediately knew how to dry salt. Nothing is better than this. Moreover, more than half of the people who eat private salt every year. If you keep the salt industry tighter, then the potential of the salt industry seems to be greater. Yang Jingwei is full of confidence and is preparing to go back tonight to check how the salt farm is drying salt. Once this salt is exposed, the cost will immediately drop! It seems that it can make more money.

Someone came out and said, "Your Majesty, you must not. The rule of law will bring millions of silver to the court every year. To a large extent, the border food and salary will rely on the rule. Once the rule of law is stopped, the Ministry of Revenue will be even more deficit, and the border food and salary will be even more difficult to raise."

"Your Majesty, the rules must not be abolished. The expenses of the court are already in a dilemma. If the rules are stopped, the court will be even more deficit. Your Majesty must not."

"Your Majesty, the rules of the rules cannot be abolished. If your Majesty abolishes the rules of the rules, where can you find these rules of the rules?"

A group of ministers said that the rules should not be abolished. Yang Jingwei, who was originally a mess, was even more dizzy by the quarrel. Today, Yang Jingwei was completely dizzy by the salt. Now he was quarrel by a group of ministers, and he was even more dizzy and unable to tell the difference.

Previously, Yang Jingwei had always been very afraid that if he took action on the salt industry, the salt merchants colluded with officials to block their necks with salt taxes, or force themselves with stopping salt. He was afraid of throwing himself into trouble, so he kept warning himself not to do whatever he wanted. Once he did, he would be punished to death, so that those salt merchants would never turn over.

I was a little moved and was about to interfere in the salt industry. After these ministers quarreled, Yang Jing's courage shrank back.

However, a flash passed through Yang Jing's mind and was captured by Yang Jing. As for the quality of the salt method, Yang Jing felt that he had already had a standard.

"Wait, which of my dear said that our dynasty earns a salt tax of one million taels every year?" Yang Jing quickly grasped this tail. The annual salt tax of one million taels is not the million taels in memory? If his math is correct, then the salt tax is similar to the "forced cap tax" thing, and each person will collect more than one cent of silver. The tax in the Ming Dynasty is really low. No wonder Chongzhen in history had no money to go to war. If each person ate ten kilograms of salt, then the tax of each kilogram of salt is actually only 0.0016 taels, which means that one kilogram of salt can only be charged two copper coins.

The minister who just said the tax on one million taels came forward and said, "Report to your Majesty, there are indeed million taels in our salt course every year, and it is even increasing year by year. I think this year, it will be no problem to increase by hundreds of thousands of taels. If Your Majesty abolishes the rules, it will be difficult to collect this salt course."

Yang Jing had already understood in his heart that these ministers always had to do with him, never willing to tell him the real secret, never willing to explain the most core issue to him, and directly asked: "How much salt tax can be paid in the Song Dynasty every year?"

Yang Jing felt that this was a long way to say something, but it was always impossible to avoid "comparison of goods". The Song Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty were both unified feudal dynasties, so why didn't he compare the records of the Song Dynasty to compare the salt tax? Otherwise, just a group of ministers could not add salt tax or abolish the rules, that would be useless.

Yang Jing always felt that he was always wandering in the mist, unable to see the direction clearly, and unable to figure out why, and not know where to go. Even Xu Guangqi was speaking vaguely and unclear, so other ministers advised himself not to make a general idea. Yang Jing spent a long time thinking about this problem, but he still couldn't figure out what a lot of ancient professional terms meant. However, it was obvious that a minister let it go. There were million taels of salt classes every year. Since there were numbers, he could directly compare numbers. Or make a comparison chart of salt classes in the Song Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty. Isn't it clear at a glance? He is a 21st century man, and has never eaten pork. Haven't he seen a pig run?

The Song Dynasty was a previous dynasty with historical records. Why didn’t I compare myself with the Song Dynasty? Isn’t that enough?

Yang Jing's mind gradually became clearer, and the question asked was also key. When the ministers saw the emperor suddenly asked the salt tax of the Song Dynasty, they were all terrified and looked at each other. No one made a sound. Xu Guangqi was expressionless and didn't know what to stare at. Sun Chengzong was even more simply, closing his eyes to rest.

Seeing that no one answered for a long time, Yang Jing asked again: "How much salt tax can the Song Dynasty collect every year?" There was a little anger in his voice. When Yang Jing saw the expressions of the ministers, he knew that there was something wrong with it. Seeing that the ministers had this attitude, he was even more furious in his heart. He didn't fool the emperor so obviously. This clearly stated "Kaizi", "idiot" and "fool" on the emperor's face.

Seeing that the emperor's words became colder and colder, a minister couldn't help but stand up and said, "Report to Your Majesty, you must check historical materials for this matter."

Checking information? Yang Jing thought this person's words were quite interesting. He had to check historical materials for everything. So what did you cabinet, assistant minister, and minister do? Are you having a good meal? The anger in his heart was already furious and was about to erupt.

"Report to Your Majesty, the Song Dynasty can receive 25 million salt classes every year, and the highest is even more than 30 million salts." Xu Guangqi shouted out the salt classes of the Song Dynasty with a little passionate words.

"Two five million guan? Two hundred and fifty million taels of silver? I heard it right?" Yang Jing's voice immediately increased eight dou, and he was really shocked! Two hundred and fifteen million taels of silver, which is higher than the total tax of the Ming Dynasty throughout the year! My God, if I charge more than 20 million taels of salt tax every year like the Song Dynasty, what else would I have to open a golden finger? What other Baidu? With these salt classes, I can wipe out Li Zicheng and step on the wild boar skin to death.

Seeing Xu Guangqi telling this "secret", the other ministers changed their faces. They were just running around for the salt class of 1 million taels of silver a year, saying that the rules should not be abandoned. Now Xu Guangqi broke out that the salt class of 25 million taels of silver a year in the Song Dynasty was dozens of times different, and these ministers were like standing on the head of the cone. They kept looking at the emperor with their eyes and seeing how the emperor would get angry.

Twenty-five times the gap, Yang Jing fell on the dragon throne, his heart was cold and cold. It all shows that the darkness of the morning was, but he didn't expect that he could be so black and had more than twenty-four times the profit. If Xu Guangqi hadn't revealed the gap, Yang Jing wouldn't believe it if he hadn't killed him. The gap was so big. The gap between 25 million taels of silver and 1 million taels of silver, even if the Statistics Bureau came out, he would not have counted any good tricks.

"Who is the territory of our dynasty or the Song Dynasty? Who has a large population? What is the price of salt? What is the tax on salt?" Emperor Chongzhen was as cold as fast ice, and he froze the Wenhua Palace, which was originally warm, as if it was ice.

"Report to the emperor, our dynasty is larger than the Song Dynasty, and the population is similar to that of the Song Dynasty, but the actual population is definitely more than that of the Song Dynasty, and there are tens of millions of people; the price of salt in the Song Dynasty is 120 cents per kilogram, and our dynasty is 360 cents per kilogram; the price of salt in the Song Dynasty is 50 cents per kilogram, and the price of salt in the Song Dynasty is 27 cents per kilogram; the annual salt tax in the Song Dynasty is as high as more than 25 million taels, and our dynasty is 1 million taels per year..." Xu Guangqi obviously studied the salt administration, and the data was reported one after another.

Listening to these data, Chongzhen's heart was cold. The price of salt was three times that of the Song Dynasty, and the tax rate was only half that of the Song Dynasty. The population was more than that of the Song Dynasty, but the salt tax collected was less than a fraction of the Song Dynasty, and even the salt tax that should be collected was not even a fraction of the salt tax. This should not be said. Yang Jie suddenly felt that the Ming Dynasty would not perish, and that it was no law. Yang Jie's heart was really cold to death by this "genius" data. Yang Jie was depressed. He suddenly felt that he was too whimsical and was still counting on the Ming Dynasty. Seeing the degree of "drifting" of this salt tax, it would be better to let this rotten dynasty die on its own. The Ming Dynasty, go to hell!

Emperor Chongzhen sat on the dragon throne, expressionless, silently dazed, with deep sorrow in his eyes, and a cold look in his eyes, revealing a trace of despair. The ministers stood below, looking at the emperor, hoping that the emperor would get angry, and were ready to bear the emperor's anger. In the quiet Wenhua Palace, it was depressed and uncomfortable.

Yang Jing only now knew why Xu Guangqi was hesitant when he talked about this matter, and why he had such great concerns when he talked about this matter. In fact, this matter was just colluding with officials and businessmen in the Ming Dynasty, embezzling and drowning, and deceiving the emperor alone, and making the emperor confused and confused, thinking that this would allow him to continue his happy life, but he did not know that the bad luck of the Chinese nation came in the greed of these people.

Yang Jing was a little cold. Why was he busy? He made glass and weaving, but he wanted to earn some money to support the army and not let the creatures suffer? Now, the salt tax is "drifted" tens of millions of taels every year, leaving only a fraction for himself. Then it's a fraction divided by three. He, a time traveler, came to make money by gold fingers, and was busy at home and abroad, thinking it was awesome, but in fact it was just a joke.

Yang Jing’s heart is crying.

Yang Jie suddenly realized that he seemed very tired. He didn't want to discuss the salt tax matter anymore. He was so painful that he went home to sleep. He said lightly: "Let's go away, go home to take a shower and go to bed." After that, he dragged his heavy and tired body back to the Qianqing Palace.

The other ministers looked at each other and saw that the emperor was not angry, which was obviously not normal. They seemed very disappointed and tired. Who knew that Chongzhen was crying in his heart at this time, crying for the Chinese nation, crying for the greedy Ming elites, crying for the tragic deaths of China, and crying for the suffering of China.

Some people looked at Xu Guangqi with malicious intentions, and their eyes seemed to be blaming Xu Guangqi for blowing away the fog that enveloped the emperor's head and eliminating the fog. The emperor knew the mystery. It seemed that the emperor was deeply hit. I don't know what crazy he was going to do. It was all your fault that you, the guy who told the truth, stay away from him in the future and tear down his platform.

Xu Guangqi stood there with a determined look on his face, holding his head upright, not moving at all, not caring about other people's evil gazes. His eyes were staring at the emperor's figure leaving, as if he was thinking about something, with a hint of anxiety.

The ministers shook their heads and left one after another. Sun Chengzong kept closing his eyes and opened his eyes. When he saw that everyone else had left, he said to Xu Guangqi, who was still standing there looking at him: "Brother Zixian, Chengzong supports you! The Ming Dynasty has indeed reached the point where he has to give heavy medicine. A real man will do something and do not do anything. You and I are all half-body buried in the soil, so what are you still afraid of, right?" After that, Sun Chengzong also walked out by himself.

Xu Guangqi then breathed a sigh of relief. This time, he revealed the dark side of salt classes to the emperor. The people he offended could be said to be half of the imperial court. Fortunately, Sun Chengzong still supported him and the emperor also supported him. Otherwise, he would be alone. Not to mention the reform of the salt tax, even the qualification to stand in the court would have to be abandoned. If the salt classes continue like this, the Ming Dynasty would have nothing to do except gradually suffocate. Sun Chengzong was not wrong. How many years would he have to live? What else would he be afraid of?

Chongzhen and Yang Jiewei returned to the Ganqing Palace alone and went to bed and fell asleep. This heart was so heartbroken.
Chapter completed!