"Let me ask you, haven't you thought of changing your anchor?”
Fang Yunfei looked at Zhu Yuanzhang and asked.
Change to another anchor?
Everyone immediately fell into deep thought.
Fang Yuan had already explained to him that the anchor was a kind of marker that reflected the value of money.
To become a currency anchor, it had to satisfy the four characteristics of being easy to measure, easy to carry, easy to store, and easy to maintain.
Gold, silver, and copper were the natural anchors of currency.
For a long period of time in history, most countries 'currency was either gold or silver, or at least copper.
However, Big Ming didn't have much gold, silver, and copper. Fang Xiaozi even directly stated that he wanted to change to another kind of anchor.
Gold, silver, and copper coins would definitely not work.
Then what should he use?
"Young Master Fang, is the anchor of your heart…salt?”
Lee Shan Chang thought for a moment and said.
Salt was also a necessity for people's lives. It had the characteristics of being easy to preserve and carry, and could completely serve as an anchor for the Ming Dynasty banknotes.
In fact, in some remote mountainous areas of the Ming Dynasty, the local people did spend salt as money.
"Old Li, what do you think?"
"I wouldn't be able to give you such an answer if I didn't have a 10-year cerebral hemorrhage.”
"To think that I thought you had the talent of a prime minister. It seems that I was really wrong.”
Fang Yun Fei looked at Li Shan Chang with a look of disappointment.
"I'm ashamed! I hope that little friend Fang can give me some guidance.”
Lee Shan Chang looked ashamed.
How strange!
When Fang Yuan praised him for his talent as a prime minister, he was scared to death.
Now, when he said that he didn't have the talent to be a prime minister, he was actually so disappointed?
What was going on?
Unknowingly, Li Shan Chang, the prime minister who was comparable to Li Si and Xiao He in history, had already regarded Fang Yun Fei's evaluation as the highest standard to measure himself.
Wu Lin rejoiced in her heart.
He was also thinking about salt.
Fortunately, State Duke Han had spoken first. Otherwise, he would have definitely become the ten-year cerebral hemorrhage patient mentioned by little friend Fang.
Lucky, lucky!
" It's very simple. I've told you before that a material that can be used as an anchor must be easy to measure, easy to carry, easy to store, and easy to maintain.”
"The methods and raw materials used to refine salt are different in different places. Some salt could poison people to death if eaten too much, but some salt could be treated as a luxury.”
"The value is different and there is no standard to measure it.”
"Besides, salt melts when it comes into contact with water. The weather was slightly humid and would cause damage, making it difficult to preserve.”
"Two of the four conditions have been violated, and you still say that salt can become an anchor?”
Fang Yunfei shook his head.
Salt was definitely not allowed!
Other than the two main reasons, there was another big reason. Fang Yunfei still wanted to make a fortune from salt.
If salt became the anchor of the Great Ming Treasure Notes, it would be one more trouble when he made a fortune.
Moreover, there was something more suitable as an anchor than salt in his heart.
Therefore, he flatly rejected Lee Shan Chang's answer.
"I see!"
Lee Shan Chang was enlightened.
Why didn't he think of such a simple logic?
It seemed that he had to learn until he was old!
"Then, benefactor, what do you think can be used as an anchor?”
The Crown Prince asked humbly.
"Actually, for Big Ming, the best anchor is food.”
Fang Yunfei said loudly.
Food?
Zhu Yuanzhang and the others were stunned at first, then they all revealed disappointed expressions.
Great Ming's grain production was extremely low.
In the north, the yield of wheat per mu was only about 300 catties.
The rice planted in the south was better, but the yield per mu was only about 580 catties.
This was under the condition that the weather was favorable and the crops were being cultivated meticulously.
If they encountered a natural or man-made disaster, not to mention a crop failure, it was not impossible for them to have a total harvest!
After deducting the salaries of the imperial clan and the soldiers, there was not much left of the tax grain collected by the imperial court every year.
He still had to store this grain for emergencies.
It could be said that Da Ming simply did not have any excess food to exchange for the treasure notes in the hands of the people.
If they used grain as the anchor of the Ming Dynasty's treasure notes, they wouldn't even need to wait for the currency to rise. The Ming Dynasty would immediately fall into chaos.
What kind of rotten idea did this Fang brat come up with?
"Benefactor is right, but we still need to think about it.”
Zhu Biao was a modest gentleman, he didn't want to embarrass Fang Yunfei, so he took the initiative to cover up.
"What's wrong? You don't believe me?"
"Then what if I tell you that there are crops in this world that can reach 5,000 catties or even 5,000 catties per mu? Do you think my suggestion is feasible?”
Fang Yunfei looked at everyone and said with a smile that was not a smile.
"Hahaha! A yield of a thousand catties per mu is guaranteed by drought and flood? And easy to take care of? Fang brat, are you bullying me because I haven't planted any land before? Is there such a divine item in this world?"
"Hehehe…I can understand why young people like to brag. However, it was not good to brag so much.”
"A thousand catties per mu? I don't even dare to think about it. If I can stabilize it at 400 to 500 catties a year, I, Old Xu, will be lucky.”
“……”
Zhu Yuanzhang and the others shook their heads in opposition.
Many of them had planted before they entered the prime minister's office.
For example, Zhu Yuanzhang had been a tenant farmer for the landlord in his hometown before he became a monk.
It could be said that all of them were good at serving the crops!
In their memories, there was no one who could produce more than 500 catties of crops per mu.
Not to mention the yield of 500 kilograms per mu that Fang brat said.
That was absolutely impossible!
"What's wrong? You don't believe me?"
"The hotpot you guys ate just now contained the food I mentioned.”
Fang Yunfei pointed at the leftover hotpot and said.
"What is it? Is there a thousand catties of grain per mu here?"
"That's impossible, right? This divine item was actually eaten by me? Why didn't I feel anything?”
"Shouldn't divine objects be shining with multicolored light? Why didn't I notice it just now?”
“……”
The group of people stared at the leftovers on the table, trying to find the divine item that Fang Yun Fei mentioned that could produce 500 kilograms per mu.
Fang Yunfei shook his head as he watched these people searching blindly like headless flies.
"Don't look for it. Let me point it out for you.”
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