It is easier to go down the mountain than to go up the mountain. The most important thing is that you can keep going up the mountain. It doesn’t seem so embarrassing to go down the mountain.

Of course, Zhu Xu didn't let anyone carry it.

Zhu Xu was thinking while walking. Even with his reliable and unreliable guidance, even if he wanted to achieve the effect he wanted to use in a short period of time, especially large-scale production, assembly was not easy.

This is not a cost issue. If you want to train a musket army with strong combat effectiveness, the conditions are now immature. Zhu Xu asked Cao Wenzhao to select 500 people, which is actually a limit. If there are more, there will be problems.

Sitting in the carriage, Zhu Xu still frowned and pondered.

It is not easy to build an arsenal that can mass-produce firearms. Gunpowder, iron, and coal, none of them can attract the attention of others. Even if Fu Changzong covers up in the Ministry of Revenue, it is difficult to ensure that everything is foolproof. Once the news leaks, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Zhu Xu thought, glanced at Yao Qingqing, and she looked sad, as if her heartbroken and powerless.

"Oh, it's all annoying."

Zhu Xu is also weak, and he has not been very good recently.

The carriage returned to the city, and Zhu Xu sighed again and said, "There is still half an hour left, so I have to hurry up." Although he has been lifted from the confinement by Queen Zhang, he has only one hour outside the palace, so he still has to see Fu Changzong.

After entering the city, he had to change his carriage and stopped in front of a house.

A boy who looked like a guy opened the door, stretched his head and looked around, and then said to Zhu Xu, "Your Highness, please hurry up, the master has been waiting for you for a long time."

Zhu Xu nodded, sorted out his clothes, and walked in.

"Have you gone up the mountain?" Fu Changzong said at the door, looking at Zhu Xu.

Zhu Xu still had a lot of mud on his feet, rubbing on the ground, and smiled and said, "It's not bad, but it's a bit troublesome to produce it on a large scale."

As the two of them said, they turned around and entered the house. They sat opposite each other. Fu Changzong said, "It is indeed difficult to deal with the Military Weapon Bureau, but if I am promoted to the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, it will be much more convenient. It should not be difficult to build a small Military Weapon Bureau secretly."

Zhu Xu shook his head. Fu Changzong underestimated the needs of an arsenal. Even the Minister of Revenue, he could not hide it in this capital with bureaucracy. Moreover, he did not want to build a small one.

His time is limited, so he focused on it and said, "I don't know what the emperor's side is thinking, but the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue is a good position. After entering, he must understand the operating rules of the Ministry of Revenue. Over the years, there must be a set of unspoken rules in it."

The whole Ming Dynasty was corruption, among which the money bag was the most serious.

Zhu Xu wants to find out clearly and it will be easier to rectify it in the future.

Fu Changzong looked calm and said, "I know this, taxes, various appropriations, and debt loans have been checked recently. I can't see anything in the accounts on the surface, but there are a few people who seem to be trying to test me like me."

Zhu Xu was about to speak, and Fu Changzong suddenly said, "By the way, I've been assigned a salt field."

"Salt farm? Is it allocated? What does this mean?" Zhu Xu was stunned and looked up at Fu Changzong. Although the salt tax in the Ming Dynasty was almost corroded, the total tax was more than 2 million yuan, and the salt tax was more than 1 million yuan. There were still many people like this, and all parties in the court also valued it very much.

Fu Changzong frowned and looked at Zhu Xu and said, "I just knew that the Ministry of Revenue has a very strict control over salt induction. Therefore, the Transport Department, the Promotion Department, and the Salt Inspection Team were very flattering to the Ministry of Revenue. They also controlled the production and sales of salt, and formed a system from top to bottom. The Minister of Revenue has a good salt field, and the two ministers in Guangdong and Dong have one, which is slightly different. Once accepted in Shandong, Dong and Zhejiang, all the output profits belong to me. There is no need to worry about production, sales, and just wait for the cash register."

Zhu Xu grinned and was stunned. If Fu Changzong hadn't said that, he would never believe it. These people would not only be corrupt, but also privately granted each other to the salt field.

Zhu Xu touched his chin and gradually saw a fierce light in his eyes.

When Fu Changzong saw this, he hurriedly said, "Xu'er, don't make a salt tax idea. This is not a joke. If there is any damage, it is not as easy as a private firearm."

Zhu Xu's mouth raised, his fingers tapped on the table, and the sound of horse hooves rang out crisply.

The salt tax, in theory, is not a problem for the court to collect 10 million taels every year, but the amount collected is only more than one million taels every year, one tenth. Instead of giving it to these corrupt officials and evil gentry, it is better to give it to me!

However, as Fu Changzong said, the salt was not only the emperor above, the court, the tutoring department below, and the Transport Department below. Even the slightest movement of the rioters and the smuggling and smuggling salt vendors would cause a stir and eventually rise to the national level and cause great war.

"Xu'er," Fu Changzong looked at Zhu Xu, knowing that he was thinking, frowned and advised: "You must be cautious about this, otherwise the people in the court will not stop as easily as last time."

Zhu Xu nodded with a smile and looked at Fu Changzong and said, "Uncle, you have to come down and replace all the people. Everything must be mine!"

Seeing that Zhu Xu had made up his mind, Fu Changzong sighed and immediately pondered: "Salt is in the Ministry of Revenue, the right to appear is in the Transfer Department, the sales are in the Tishu Department, and then there are vendors to take over. This is not so easy."

Zhu Xu tapped his fingers faster and faster, and his eyes narrowed.

The salt method of the Ming Dynasty can be said to be a strange thing. According to the outline, two million salts are drawn out every year. For each 12 taels of citation, the total tax is 2.24 million taels, which can actually be received by almost half.

But if you use another algorithm, retail sales of 400 yuan per catty and 20 yuan per catty of salt will cost 12 million taels a year, but in fact, most of them are still lost.

Zhu Xu knocked, suddenly felt calm and stood up and said in a deep voice: "It's better to give it to those corrupt officials, local tyrants and evil gentry, so it's better to give it to me. It's just like that! Uncle, if you want a big piece of rice, you can dry a lot of salt. It's better to satisfy all the people in the Ming Dynasty!"

Fu Changzong looked at Zhu Xu's expression and shook his head secretly. His nephew is good at everything, but he is stubborn. Once he makes up his mind, no one can persuade him.

He had no choice but to cooperate and sit and think for a long time: "Okay, after I go back, I think about it. Salt transfer should not be a problem. The tutoring department needs to find a way, and it is also about selling it. This is a big trouble."

Zhu Xu had already thought about it and sneered: "Salt rays are finally in the hands of merchants, and there is no need to pass the tutoring department. As long as there is someone in the tutoring department, if you check it, you can get the right number. What's more, I'm afraid no one will check it. If someone checks it, I want to take the opportunity to check it."
Chapter completed!