"According to the report, the cotton spinning factory in Yanzhou can produce 200,000 pieces of cotton for sale this year."

Wang Ning'an said expressionlessly: "Their trade volume is less than half of Jeju. Judging from the number, it is Wen Xianggong's first move to get a chess!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Yanbo laughed, "Prince, I dare not take credit for it. This steam engine was invented by you. It is your attention to the construction of factories and the development of cotton spinning. I am just doing my order. Speaking of which, the first contribution is of course the prince."

Wang Ning'an waved his hand, "Mr. Wen, don't put gold on my face. Jeju's cotton mill is indeed very good... but just the factory is better, we have to consider other aspects. Mr. Wen, how do you plan to arrange these taxes and so much profit?"

"right!"

Zhao Shu immediately said: "I can enrich the country and the people, and I cannot spend all my time on the court. I have forgotten the people. I am also very curious about the people's livelihood in Jeju and Shanzhou. I don't know if Mr. Wen has any arrangements?"

Wen Yanbo smiled on his face. He had guessed that there was such a question, so he was calm.

First of all, 80% of the taxes collected were transferred to the Ministry of Revenue and 20% were left to the local area.

If the tolls collected by locally charged items will be added, the increased tax revenue alone will be 450,000 guan.

This money is really not a small amount. Wen Yanbo plans to spend 200,000 guan, renovate the road, and then spend 100,000 guan to encourage the change of cotton planting, and speed up the progress.

The factory needs sufficient raw materials and must not be vague.

In addition, in order to collect, local governments also added some officials and servants, which required 80,000 guan, and in the end there was still 70,000 guan left.

Wen Yanbo has ordered the purchase of grain to ensure the supply of food in Jeju.

"Your Majesty, in addition to the expenses of the court, the cotton spinning factory will increase the investment by 1 million guan next year, purchase new machines, and double the scale! Next year, we will strive to make the tax revenue reach 3 million guan next year!" Wen Yanbo smiled and said, "Your Majesty, as long as the factory grows, my Song Dynasty treasury is abundant, the country is sufficient, and it is close to you, and it is easy to do so. Of course, the old minister also knows that changing to grow cotton will affect grain planting, so the most urgent task should be to use troops overseas, seize the grain production areas, and open the overseas market of cotton cloth... You have planned this matter long ago, and I think you should implement it as soon as possible."

What I mean is that I will give you overseas affairs, and what should I do in China? Listen to me, Wen Yanbo, so don’t get involved.

To be honest, Wen Yanbo used to think that Wang Ning'an was too big, walked too fast, and was too rebellious, but when he actually started a factory, he found that Wang Ning'an was a man who looked forward and lacked decision... Not to mention anything else, if you give me all the fields in Yanzhou, 3 million mu, and planted all cotton, I will get a tax of 3 million yuan this year!

Enrich the treasury and a simple task.

I just had to listen to Wang Anshi and handed Yanzhou to a group of little kids. What do they know?

If it weren’t for your Wang Ning’an, they wouldn’t have even been able to do the factory. Although they have started now, they have only woven 200,000 pieces of cloth a year, which is 60% less than that of the old man. Are you ashamed?

Look, by next year, Jeju will have a bigger business, so I will ask them to pay for the Yanzhou factory. It will be clear what you can do if Wang Ning'an has!

Lao Wen didn't want to completely replace Wang Ning'an, but he at least had to prove that he was valuable and one of the giants that could be on par with Wang Ning'an. He was always suppressed by a junior. Who would be happy!

After finally achieving excellent results, Wen Yanbo is full of confidence.

Although Zhao Shu believed in his master, he could not tell lies with his eyes open. Wen Yanbo did achieve political achievements and deserves praise.

"Mr. Wen, you have sorted out your experience in running a factory. I will ask the Political Affairs Hall to forward it to all places, so that officials from all places can see what officials are doing!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty, I will devote myself to my whole life until I die!"

...

When he returned to the palace where he was staying, Zhao Shu specially invited Wang Ning'an, and Gou Ya'er was also sitting opposite the master and apprentice. Zhao Shu frowned slightly, "Master, do you think the factory built by Xianggong Wen is really that good?"

Wang Ning'an refused to comment, "What do you think?"

"I... I can't say it well. Master said that everything is gained and lost. But after hearing what Mr. Wen said, it's all good. I always feel that something is not true. He should have hidden something!"

Wang Ning'an nodded, "Your Majesty, I should also go to see the workers' situation and whether they can survive. In addition, I will go to the people's homes to ask, especially cotton farmers, can they eat after selling cotton? Also, we must also understand the situation on the market, see how the prices are, and whether there are any complaints among the people... If everything is controllable, you might as well push it according to the intention of Xianggong Wen... Everyone has no grudge against money!"

Wang Ning'an said this, but he didn't agree with it in his heart.

In fact, radical and conservative are all appearances. Wang Ning'an always felt that everything he did must have a limit. As for Wen Yanbo, he never knew what his face was and didn't care about the limit at all... He could use any means to protect the scholar group for the sake of interests, and also, for the sake of interests, he could also crazyly favor factory owners... As for farmers and workers, it was not in Wen Yanbo's eyes at all.

If you keep doing this, it would be strange if nothing happens!

After the king and his ministers talked for a while, they were ready to rest first and wait until tomorrow to fully understand the situation.

Wang Ning'an came out with his son. After walking a few steps, he suddenly realized that the night sky outside was particularly bright and there was a red light.

"It's on fire!"

Dog Ya'er's eyes were sharp-eyed and immediately pointed behind her back and shouted loudly.

Wang Ning'an also hurriedly raised his eyes to look into the distance. The direction was the south city, and the fires soared into the sky and turned red. A faint sound of shouts, crying for help, and scolding could be heard!

"What's going on?"

Zhao Shu was also alarmed. Although he visited privately in a private place, the emperor was at least here. Why didn’t Wen Yanbo know how to be careful, and a fire broke out!

"Master, do you want to send someone to put out the fire?"

Wang Ning'an waved his hand, "Your Majesty, the situation is unclear now, and the safety of the Holy Lord is crucial." Wang Ning'an glanced at his son, "Take people over to investigate and report as soon as possible."

Gou Yaer nodded quickly and went out with a few guards.

When his son left, Wang Ning'an continued to listen, as if he shouted louder, and it sounded like a fight... What's going on? Could it be that the bandits who docked Liangshan are coming?

That’s not right. Song Jiang’s grandfather is still wearing open-crotch pants now!

Wang Ning'an was thinking a lot and didn't understand why. At this moment, Wen Yanbo rushed over.

When he saw Zhao Shu, he quickly apologized.

"It's all because of the old minister's negligence, so that he often closed the warehouse and drove a lot of food. The old minister apologized to Your Majesty!" Wen Yanbo's face looked ugly.

I just won a great victory during the day, but at night, something happened. Isn’t this a slander for myself?

Zhao Shu took a deep breath, "Mr. Wen, how is the situation? How much food has been burned, and who did it?"

"When you go back to your Majesty, the old minister used 70,000 guan of grain to buy, and half of it was burned. The old minister will ask someone to buy food as soon as possible to fill the regular settlement... As for the reason for the fire... the old minister is still conducting a thorough investigation. It is reported that there are rioters involved, but it doesn't matter. The old minister has already dispatched troops to deal with it."

"etc!"

Wang Ning'an immediately stopped Wen Yanbo, "Brother Kuanfu, do you think it's a rioter who caused trouble? Where did the rioters come from? This year, there are bumper harvests everywhere and sufficient food. We have not seen hungry people along the way!"

Wen Yanbo just took a breath, his face was very bad.

"Prince, I have to investigate this matter thoroughly. I must give you an explanation!"

"No need to check!"

At this moment, Gou Yaer and his people came back from outside. He walked to Zhao Shu, stood next to him, and asked the guards to push two ragged men over.

Zhao Shu was shocked, "Who are they?"

"When you go back to your Majesty, they are the rioters who set fire. The officers and soldiers are arresting people, and we are hit by them, so they are brought back. I think your Majesty has any questions, they should know the best."

"Your Majesty...yes, it's the Emperor!"

The two chaotic people trembled their legs and couldn't help but kneel on the ground.

"You said, why do you need to go to Changquan to set fire?"

One of them was a younger one, and said with courage: "For food."

"Food? Are you not full?"

"It's not just... I can't eat enough, I haven't eaten for several days."

The two of them were dressed in tattered clothes. From the torn holes, they could see the rugged ribs, which looked like a thin monkey, and seemed to have no lies.

"You, why are you not full? So what are you doing?" Zhao Shu continued to ask.

The old man finally spoke, and he burst into tears, "I, we are farmers in the countryside. No, we won't let us farm. There is no way, we can't survive without robbing..."

"absurd!"

Wen Yanbo said sternly: "I have hands and feet, but I don't go to farm and do things, but instead commit crimes, setting fire to rob food. This shows that they are two unruly people! Your Majesty, the old minister immediately took them away, tortured them severely, and found out their accomplices, and refused to forgive them!"

"etc!"

Wang Ning'an reached out and stopped Wen Yanbo.

"Brother Kuanfu, don't worry, let me ask a few more questions."

Wang Ning'an squatted down and said in a gentle voice: "Are you farmers in this countryside?"

"Um."

"Why don't you let me plant it?"

"Because, because you have to grow cotton!"

Hearing this, Wen Yanbo's face changed!

Wang Ning'an continued to ask: "Doesn't you need to work to grow cotton? How come you have nothing to do?"

"I, I have planted wheat for decades and can't grow cotton. I don't want to plant it, so someone drove me out and stopped planting it in the fields."

Wang Ning'an pondered: "Then you have nothing else to do? Didn't it mean that a lot of work has been added to the construction of a cotton spinning factory?"

The young man cried even more miserably, "No, I can't go anywhere... I use slaves to collect cotton bolts."

"ah!"

Wang Ning'an's face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly asked, "Are you saying true?"

"Yes, it's true, it's true!"

Wang Ning'an slowly stood up and stared at Wen Yanbo.

"Brother Kuanfu, if I remember correctly, the court allowed slaves to be used, but it was limited to mines, mainly mined coal and iron ore... How could I give all the farm work in the fields to them! Then what can my people in the Song Dynasty do?"

Cold sweat flowed down Wen Yanbo's cheeks, "I immediately investigate this matter. Whoever dares to break the court's rules will definitely not tolerate it!"
Chapter completed!