Zhu Qiyu did not continue with the issue of salt tax...

The details can be discussed in a few days. Now I will listen to Bai Minghe finish what he wants to say.

"You keep figuring out the second account."

"Long live, the second transaction is commercial tax. This account can be divided into two, and the actual expenditure of each company will be discussed first. For a grocery store in Beijing, for every 100 taels of silver sold, you have to pay a tax of three taels of silver. This tax is not high, and the profit of groceries is about 45% or 40%; for example, a comb purchases ten cents, and the selling price is about 18 to 20 cents."

Bai Minghe said as he was recording the eunuch behind him.

"It seems that his profit is not small. But he needs to pay ten taels of silver every month to the yamen runners on the street, as well as the so-called security fee for two taels of silver on the street, and the street cleaning fee for two taels of silver. In addition to the goods entering the city and the levy of various names, his monthly expenditure is about twenty-six or seven taels of silver. In addition, the store staff and the cost of renting a store, a small grocery store selling 100 taels of silver a month, but the actual income is only ten taels."

"What do you mean by this?" Zhu Qiyu was a little confused.

Bai Minghe knelt down again: "Long live, the people will only say that the court has taken heavy taxes, and Long live took the silver. But Long live how much money has you actually collected in your treasury? This is the first algorithm for this second account. Like the salt tax, it is still a big head that makes people greedy, but Long live has brought this bad reputation for heavy taxes."

With the salt tax incident, although Zhu Qiyu was angry this time, he was not angry, but instead calmly thought.

"It's reasonable, it seems that this matter needs to be discussed in detail. You should talk about the second algorithm first and get up and talk!"

"Long live, the second algorithm is. The more goods sold in the Ming Dynasty, the higher the total amount of the commercial tax. With enough money, you can conquer the world. I will calculate my profits in Da Nang and various expenses, and I will consider letting merchants take over some of the small businesses that I can't actually take care of."

After hearing what Bai Minghe said, Zhu Qiyu was so generous: "Since you can't take care of it, you won't do it anymore. You shouldn't lose much money."

"Long live, this small business, the smallest type of investment that can bring to Long live 500,000 taels of silver in a year, is a matter of how to do it."

Zhu Qiyu was choked and smiled awkwardly: "Stay talking."

Bai Minghe was a businessman in his previous life, and his accounting level was first-class. From shipping profits to collection interest rates, to OEM processing, as well as various ways to make money such as returning raw materials, and complex and complete sets of maritime trade tax laws, Zhu Qiyu's eyes were staring. In the end, the only thing he understood was that maritime trade costs a lot, so he should be careful to do it.

"The white-named heir just said, seal it up and seal it. You must not check it unless I wrote it by myself."

Zhu Qiyu was also helpless. This thing was too complicated, so he needed some time to study it carefully. But he was the emperor. He could not ask questions here constantly like a primary school student, and he felt that his questions were very naive after Bai Minghe answered.

Bai Minghe also understood that Zhu Qiyu needed time to digest it.

When it reached the third point, Bai Minghe knelt down again: "Long live. This third account is the easiest to calculate, but it is also the most difficult to calculate. The easy thing is that the account is simple, and the difficulty is that no one dares to calculate."

"Don't I dare to count it?" Zhu Qiyu's face turned cold.

Bai Minghe replied very seriously: "I dare not speak nonsense, but I am afraid that it is not a matter of long live. Please let the left and right avoid it. This account is just a few words."

"Everything comes back!" Zhu Qiyu waved his hand vigorously.

After everyone went out one after another, Bai Minghe said: "Long live, since Taizu, there have been fixed annual offerings for the royal family and strict rules. I dared to make a calculation for Long live. Now the number of royal families accounts for one tenth of the next year. Some princes and others earn money for themselves in the mansion is to have more children."

"One and ten, ten and hundreds, hundreds, and thousands. The number of royal families in the Ming Dynasty will increase. Just because the Ming Dynasty's treasury is now actually releasing four million taels of silver, the treasury of each province adds up to 167 million taels of silver. I wonder if the royal family can afford the supply of the royal family in one hundred years or two hundred years?"

When talking about the royal family, Zhu Qiyu first glared at Bai Minghe inadvertently.

Because Bai Minghe is really brave, even the royal family dares to argue. But after Bai Minghe carefully calculated, Zhu Qiyu was frightened.

He was too aware of the horror of the geometric increase in this number.

"Long live, I can see the expenses of the secret sect mansion from the founding of the country to the present, and I understand what I mean."

"No need to see, I understand." If the salt tax is anger and greed is hatred, then the last account is fear. Zhu Qiyu was really scared by the white-famous crane. What will happen when the Ming Dynasty treasury income is not enough for the clan supply one day? Don't wait until that day, once the clan supply affects the normal income and expenditure of the Ming Dynasty treasury, there will be problems.

Zhu Qiyu did not speak immediately, but pointed to the tea table: "I want to be quiet if I change to new tea!"

Bai Minghe also knows that it is enough to say this.

Washing cups and making tea according to the tea ceremony, Bai Minghe also calmed down his mind during the process of making tea. He had to talk about the clan, and the Ming Dynasty would soon become very rich. If the clan requested additional supply at this time, long live to agree, then after the era of trade blowout, it would soon become a crisis of national destruction.

The amount of money and food given to the clan by the Great Dynasty is more than just huge.

Take the example of the prince: 50,000 stones of rice, 25,000 stalks of banknotes, 40 pieces of brocade, 300 pieces of silk, 500 pieces of yarn, 50 pieces of silk, 50 pieces of silk, 50 pieces of silk, 2,000 pieces of cloth in winter and summer, 2,000 taels of cotton, 200 taels of salt, 1,000 jin of flowers, all of which are annual branches. Horse feed, grass, and 50 pieces of monthly branches. At present, banknotes are not valuable, but just 50,000 stones of rice is worth more than 20,000 taels of silver.

Not to mention the prince, Bai Minghe is now considered a royal family. His two princesses in his family, plus him a son-in-law. Not to mention the title, Bai Minghe will be able to get a title in the future. Every year, his family will have thirty pieces of silk, yarn, and 90 pieces of silk and cloth, 600 taels of cotton, and a farmhouse, 6,000 stones of grain and 6,000 stagnant of banknotes.

The ritual system of the Ming Dynasty was that the prince could inherit the prince. The rest were demoted to one level, except for each generation of descendants of the clan.

The worst thing was that he became a lieutenant of Fengguo after nine generations, and he also sent hundreds of stones of rice to him a year.

The lowest female level, Yibin, also has hundreds of stones of rice every year.

This huge geometric number will eventually add up and will sooner or later make the Ming Dynasty empty.

Zhu Qiyu was really worried. He would definitely dare to learn from Zhu Di, the Emperor Chengzu of Ming Dynasty, and Zhu Yuanzhang, and kill thousands of people in one go. He didn't have much psychological pressure.

But what Bai Minghe is talking about is the Ming Dynasty royal family.

If nothing is concerned, what Bai Minghe said is definitely not an exaggeration. If this continues, the Ming Dynasty will definitely be slaughtered by the royal family.

But how to manage it? If you don’t give food to the Ming Dynasty royal family, do you really send them to the battlefield to die?

"White-Minned He, what good ideas do you have? I know. Every time you submit a memorial, there will always be a solution to the difficult things you say, otherwise you would not easily submit this memorial. You did a good job in this, and I am happy to recommend it to all officials." Zhu Qiyu put a high hat on the white memorized He.

Bai Minghe knew that Zhu Qiyu must have had such a question.

However, even if Bai Minghe has thought of a solution, he may not be able to continue to implement it: "Long live, I dare to ask, is it cruel to make a living? Do you have the confidence to face the royal family in the world?"

"For the Ming Dynasty, I will do my best to do things even if I can't bear it!" What could Zhu Qiyu say? Such words are already an explanation. Do you still have to force the emperor to say that I can be cruel to deal with all my brothers and sisters here?

Bai Minghe also understood that the Emperor of Ming Dynasty was already at his limit when it came to this point.

"Long live, I have three strategies. But I have no choice but to distinguish between the top, middle and the bottom. I don't know which one is better. I'll ask for comments." Bai Minghe did not flip through his backpack this time. Instead, he took out a piece of paper in his arms and continued: "Long live, the first strategy is to limit fertility, or the number of subsidies provided by the royal family is limited."

Zhu Qiyu shook his head: "No. You can't let my descendants of the Ming Dynasty go hungry."

"The second strategy is to limit the total number of people in Kaifu. That is, after a certain number of people are born, the supply standard will be lowered."

Zhu Qiyu smiled: "Bai Minghe, I thought of some interesting things when I heard you mention it. I ask you, what is the value of the materials your fleet brings when you returned to the capital from Guangdong?"

"Long live, some of the fleet have not paid the bills to the merchants yet."

"Don't be foolish, I'll ask you how much is worth?" Zhu Qiyu said to myself that I'm not asking you for money, why are you so nervous? But after asking, Zhu Qiyu was shocked. Is Bai Minghe's reaction huge in quantity? Last time, Bai Minghe brought 100 stones of gold and 1 million taels of silver, could it be...

Thinking of this, Zhu Qiyu asked, "Can gold cost five hundred stones?"

"Long live, I dare not hide it. This time, all the goods value, plus gold, silver, jewelry, spices, etc., is more than..." Bai Minghe hesitated, and his expression was anxious to go to the toilet. Zhu Qiyu smiled happily. He liked Bai Minghe's expression, which was a good thing to make Bai Minghe feel pressure.

At the same time, it also said that the number of Bai Minghe brought back this time is definitely more than his imagination.

Bai Minghe gritted his teeth: "Long live, worth 5,000 stones of gold! But long live, please listen to my words, these..." Bai Minghe wanted to say, please listen to his advice for the purpose of these gold and silver. But Zhu Qiyu waved his hand to stop Bai Minghe from continuing to talk.

Five thousand stones of gold, this number scared Emperor Zhu Qiyu of the Ming Dynasty.

The annual surplus of Jingcang in the Ming Dynasty was only 130 stones of gold, or more than 2 million taels of silver. The numbers on the hands of the white-famous crane were the treasury balance of the 40th year of the Ming Dynasty.

"White-famous crane, are there any of your memorials that cost a lot of money?"

"Long live back, yes!" Bai Minghe replied very seriously.
Chapter completed!