"Ah!"

In the Prince's Mansion, Zhu Zhanji was practicing calligraphy when he suddenly sneezed!

Seeing that a line of words he had just finished was ruined just because of a sneeze, Zhu Zhanji suddenly felt confused.

He rubbed his nose and cursed without thinking:

"Fuck, it must be Uncle San talking about me this time!"

He was still cursing, when an attendant from the Prince's Palace walked in quietly and whispered in Zhu Zhanji's ear: "Grandson, Mr. Xia Yuanji, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, is outside the door asking for an audience!"

"Old man Xia is here?"

Zhu Zhanji looked happy when he heard this, and immediately put Zhu Gaosui's talk about him behind his mind, and quickly said to the attendant: "Hurry up and welcome us in!"

"Here!"

The attendant accepted the order and retreated. Seeing the attendant leaving, Zhu Zhanji hesitated slightly, then quickly took up his posture again and began to pick up the pen and continue writing!

He was writing here when Xia Yuanji walked in not long after.

Although this old man has been a little busy recently, his face looks particularly energetic.

Seeing Zhu Zhanji writing, Xia Yuanji bowed to himself:

"Your Majesty Xia Yuanji meets His Highness the Grand Sun!"

"Um!"

At this end, Zhu Zhanji heard the sound, and then he pretended to stop writing, raised his head and saw Xia Yuanji as if he had just seen Xia Yuanji come in, and said with a thick smile on his face:

"Mr.

As he spoke, Zhu Zhanji smiled and said to the attendant on the side: "My dear, why don't you go show Mr. Xia some tea!"

"Here!"

The attendant responded respectfully and quickly brought Xia Yuanji a cup of hot tea.

Xia Yuanji was not polite. He took a sip of tea and said, "I heard that His Highness the Grand Sun has something to discuss with me. I wonder what it is about?"

"No hurry, no hurry!"

Zhu Zhanji waved his hand, then pointed to the words he had just written, and said with a smile: "How about Mr. Xia taking a look at the couplet I wrote first?"

Xia Yuanji didn't know why, but after hearing Zhu Zhanji's words, he got up and walked over, and then looked at the words Zhu Zhanji had just written on the desk:

"The sound of wind and rain and the sound of reading can be heard in my ears, and I care about everything in the world, including family affairs, national affairs, and everything in the world!"

He read it once, then nodded and said: "What a couplet. Your Highness, this couplet has a profound meaning. The sound of the wind, the rain, the sound of reading, all the sounds will make them enter our ears. Family affairs, national affairs, world affairs, affairs

We have to care about everything. Your Highness has this ambition. Why worry about our Ming Dynasty not being able to become stronger?"

"Hey!"

When Zhu Zhanji heard Xia Yuanji's words, his face showed a bit of pride. Yes, this couplet doesn't exist yet.

This was originally supposed to be a couplet inscribed by Gu Xiancheng, leader of the Donglin Party in the late Ming Dynasty, at Donglin Academy in Wuxi.

It was originally used to warn college students. On the one hand, it implies that students should listen more and listen to the sound of wind and rain in the court.

At the same time, it also calls on Donglin Party members to care about all worldly affairs, demonstrating the ambition of the Donglin Party.

This couplet should be said or not, but its intention is indeed far-reaching.

Seeing the admiration on Xia Yuanji's face, Zhu Zhanji was very satisfied. Without him, he finally became a time traveler. If he didn't become a copycat, he would simply miss the opportunity to time travel.

And when it comes to copying the Donglin Party's couplets, Zhu Zhanji said it can be said that there is no pressure at all.

After all, the demise of the Ming Dynasty had an almost incessant relationship with these people.

However, although he was proud in his heart, the expression on his face was very modest:

"Hey, Mr. Xia is being ridiculously complimentary. Well, I don't deserve it. I don't deserve such praise!"

Xia Yuanji glanced at Zhu Zhanji, who looked hypocritical, and his eyelids twitched.

At this moment, he suddenly had doubts. Is this meaningful couplet really written by the great grandson in front of him?

No matter how he looked at it, he felt that it didn't look like him.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the calligraphy on the desk, which was straight but lifeless. He felt that something was wrong even more, so he hesitated and asked, "Grandson, are you really writing this couplet?"

Zhu Zhanji was dissatisfied when he heard this. The Donglin Party didn't even show up now. Gu Xiancheng's ancestors are still studying at this moment. Why didn't he write this couplet?

He immediately said with a straight face: "Old man Xia, you seem to be an honest old man, how come you have learned to denigrate people's innocence out of thin air? I didn't write this, could it be written by someone else? You go find it,

Find the person who wrote this sentence. If found, I will ask the Ministry of Household Affairs to double the taxes next year!"

double?

To be honest, Xia Yuanji was a little excited at this moment.

He did not doubt whether Zhu Zhanji could double the household tax. After all, relying on new salt alone, this matter was almost certain.

Thinking that the new salt was made by the emperor's grandson and that he could not offend the emperor's grandson, Xia Yuanji knew the current affairs and immediately cupped his hands and said: "Your Highness, I forgive you. I have no other intention. I just feel that the word "Your Highness"

You still need to practice more frequently!”

"cut!"

Zhu Zhanji curled his lips and was unable to refute when Xia Yuanji moved his words to his words.

After all, although his handwriting has been practiced, it can only be said to be straight and straight, just about passing the standard.

So when he heard Xia Yuanji talking about calligraphy, Zhu Zhanji immediately lost interest in copying the text and said somewhat boringly: "It's boring to discuss these things with an old man like you. I'm talking about couplets with you, but you care about my calligraphy. Forget it.

, don’t talk about this anymore!”

As Zhu Zhanji spoke, he collected the couplets and then got down to business:

"How are you preparing for the new salt matter? I have received the notice here. Many wealthy businessmen who have received the news have come to Yingtian. If nothing happens, I will gather these wealthy businessmen together soon.

Get up and hold an auction for the qualifications of new salt merchants. If the Ministry of Revenue cannot produce enough new salt by then, it will affect the auction."

Hearing Zhu Zhanji talk about business, Xia Yuanji also straightened his expression and said respectfully: "Don't worry, Your Highness, the salt warehouse in Yingtian of the Ministry of Revenue has been filled with new salt.

We are also stepping up the construction of new salt warehouses in various places. By the end of this year, we will definitely be able to store more than 100,000 kilograms of salt!"

Zhu Zhanji nodded after hearing this. He was still very relieved about Xia Yuanji's work and smiled: "Salt can be stored for a long time. The Ministry of Revenue does not need to count its fingers to calculate how much new salt to produce. As long as the manpower is sufficient,

, we can produce as much new salt as we have here in Hube."

"The new salt that our Ming Dynasty cannot digest, I will arrange for people to sell it to other countries, and it will also become an income by then."

Xia Yuanji's eyes lit up when he heard this. Salt is something that no one can live without.

In the Ming Dynasty, in order to make everyone eat salt, the emperor's grandson did not agree to sell salt at too high a price.

But if it goes to other countries, the emperor's grandson shouldn't stop it, right?

You have to know the quality of this new salt, but it is a top-quality product. One pound of salt is not expensive, right?

The more he thought about it, the brighter his eyes became. An old face looked at Zhu Zhanji expectantly and asked, "What do you mean, Your Highness?"

"What I mean is that the Ministry of Revenue will produce as much new salt as it can produce. When the time comes, I will get the salt from the Ministry of Revenue at a cost price of forty yuan, and then arrange for people to sell it!"

"this………"

When Xia Yuanji heard that Zhu Zhanji still took the salt for forty cents, he became a little anxious and said quickly: "Your Highness, there is no need for us to price the salt sold to other countries at fifty cents."

Bar?"

Zhu Zhanji glanced at Xia Yuanji, who was a little anxious, and was very satisfied after hearing the old man's words.

Apart from anything else, Zhu Zhanji felt that Xia Yuanji's position as Minister of the Ministry of Finance was simply an opportunity given to him by being able to clearly understand who should earn money and whose money should not be earned.

If it were a pedantic Confucian scholar, Zhu Zhanji would probably be so angry right now.

However, when he heard that Xia Yuanji wanted to raise the price of salt, Zhu Zhanji refused without thinking: "It is not easy to raise the price of salt too high. When the time comes, I will also arrange for people to sell these new salts in person.

When salt is shipped to other countries, it will inevitably bear many risks. At that time, it will be distributed according to the profit and the previous distribution method!"

Hearing this, Xia Yuanji breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the household department was not thrown aside, he had no objection to this obvious matter of making money.

If the Ministry of Revenue can really be directly involved in sharing profits from selling new salt, Xia Yuanji even thinks that this will bring more benefits than simply raising some salt prices.

"His Royal Highness Taisun is worthy of being His Highness Taisun. This plan is very good. After I return, I will supervise the new salt issue more and strive to produce more new salt!"

Xia Yuanji raised his hands and said.

"By the way, there is another thing that you need to pay attention to here too!"

Zhu Zhanji thought for a while and said.

"Grandson, please speak!"

Zhu Zhanji looked at Xia Yuanji, condensed for a moment and said: "Well, my third uncle is going to respond to the sky recently. I guess he will be staring at me now. You should pay more attention to the matter of Xinyan."

, some unreliable people, please don’t let them get involved, otherwise my third uncle will take advantage of some loopholes."

"His Royal Highness King Zhao is going to respond?" Xia Yuanji was stunned for a moment, and then nodded seriously.

He is not a young man like Zhang Mao. He only needs to listen to many things to understand the meaning behind them.
To be continued...