"Zhang Qing, try your best to cultivate more of these sweet potatoes. After that, plant them all over the world!”
Holding the sweet potato in his hand, Ying Zheng returned to the main seat.
"Yes." Zhang Luo cupped his hands." However, there is always a process of acceptance when new things appear.”
"The imperial court doesn't need to push it forward forcefully. After the commoners discover the yield of sweet potatoes, they will naturally choose to plant these as well.”
Let's not talk about anything else.
In the beginning, no one was willing to plant sugar cane directly. They were afraid that it would delay their other farm work.
Even if he could sell it to the Internal Affairs Office after planting it.
Zhang Luo could only plant it himself.
Only when they caught Ba Qing, the sucker, did they not have to worry about the sugar cane farm at all.
In the future, brown sugar would be sold all over the world. Those who were smart would choose to grow sugar cane.
It was the same for sweet potatoes.
However, sweet potatoes were more acceptable to the people than sugar cane.
As long as they saw it with their own eyes.
Zhang Luo estimated that in less than a year and a half, all the people in the world would be able to accept it.
"You are the internal historian of the grain, you can arrange this matter.”
Ying Zheng waved his hand, officially setting the tone of this matter.
"Yes, sir." Zhang Luo put down the bag of sweet potatoes." Hey, Your Majesty, there are some sweet potatoes here. You can eat them first as long as they are cooked. There's no limit to the method.”
Ying Zheng nodded." Alright."
Then, a young eunuch bent over and took the sweet potato from Zhang Luo's hand.
Zhang Luo picked up the thing that contained the salt and asked someone to show it to Ying Zheng.
"Your Majesty, there is one more thing, salt."
"Salt?" Ying Zheng opened the small bag and took a look.
There was something sparkling like snow inside.
Salt?
He tasted it and it was indeed salt.
"Your Majesty, this is refined salt. Fine salt is fine too. I filtered it out. It's much better than the salt stone we used in the past.”
Ying Zheng was stunned.
He looked at Zhang Luo.
It was more than much better!
"Zhang Qing is a great talent!"
Seeing that Feng Quji was as curious as Meng Yi, Ying Zheng asked someone to show them the salt.
"Hiss." Feng Quji took a deep breath and looked at Zhang Luo in bewilderment.
Who was this person? Why was he so strong?
Great Qin now had three of the largest Salt Zones.
Guanzhong, Shuzhong and Qi.
Salt was a huge profit to begin with, and it was controlled by the imperial court.
Based on their understanding of Zhang Luo.
He would definitely earn a huge sum of money just like how he sold brown sugar.
But…
Shao Fu is in charge of the benefits of mountains, seas and lakes.
And salt was under the jurisdiction of the Shao Fu.
Feng Quji looked at Zhang Luo.
As expected.
Zhang Luo cupped his hands towards Ying Zheng.
"Your Majesty, I offer this method of refining salt. As for the management rights of salt…hehe, can it be transferred to the Internal History Office?”
"The national treasury needs more income.”
Feng Quji chuckled.
The only one who dared to compete with His Majesty for the benefits of salt and iron was Minister Zhang!
Ying Zheng laughed as well.
He could see the profit from the salt.
Otherwise, it would not be monopolized by the imperial court.
"Hmm…even though the imperial treasury is considered my palace treasury, it is also Great Qin's. Although it is called the palace treasury, it is actually just another national treasury.”
Anything that the national treasury couldn't take out for the state affairs would be taken out from the Shao Fu.
This was the case for the Chi Road that was being built now, and so was the Guanzhong Liufu Canal that the State of Zheng was digging.
"Forget it, how about this? You hand over the method of refined salt to the Shao Fu. After that, the profits of refined salt will be 40% for you and 60% for me.”
Zhang Luo was in charge of the national treasury. He was not like the previous internal history who only knew how to cry about poverty and lack of money.
Dare to take responsibility for your actions, and be good at spending money and earning money.
The ones who benefited were all Great Qin.
Therefore, Ying Zheng did not mind.
Zhang Luo did some calculations.
A stone of salt costs eight hundred dollars.
There was definitely more than that.
At least not now.
Even coarse salt was something only the nobles could afford.
"Your Majesty, how about…selling refined salt for six thousand per stone?”
"Sell it for a few years first, and then slowly lower the price.”
In a few years, Great Qin's internal and external situation would be more or less stable.
At that time, Zhang Luo also planned to release the brown sugar and no longer monopolize it.
A stone of refined salt cost 6,000, and the Internal Historian Manor could get 2,400.
Even if they threw away the labor and transportation, it would still cost 2,000 yuan.
Even if he only sold 50,000 dans in a year, he would still have 100 million yuan.
After all, Great Qin only had 20 million people.
Great Qin's taxes were mainly land rent, household tax, and oral tax.
The oral tax is 120 yuan per person per year from fifteen years old to fifty-six years old.
However, these were mainly used for military expenses.
Military expenditure was a huge expense.
Raising 10,000 infantry would cost nearly 80 million a year.
Every year, after paying the military expenses, the rest would be deposited into the national treasury.
What Zhang Luo was thinking about was development and development.
The household tax was abolished, followed by the head tax.
Ying Zheng nodded.
"Zhen wants to change it. A stone of refined salt costs ten thousand, and a stone of coarse salt costs five hundred.”
"Let more ordinary people in the world be able to afford salt.”
"As for those aristocrats, don't underestimate their wealth.”
"Don't you think so, Feng Qing, Meng Qing?”
Feng Quji and Meng Yi's expressions became slightly awkward.
"Your Majesty is right."
Even if they didn't take bribes, their savings alone were enough to ruin several generations.
Moreover, they were the founding fathers of the country.
Of course, Zhang Luo had no problem with this.
Soon after.
Zhang Luo took his leave.
However, in front of the internal history residence, he met a night dream that was not like the people in the world.
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