Just when Mao Wenlong was busy promoting tobacco and potatoes all day and night, good news came. The first batch of salt was dried on the salt farm.

Upon hearing the good news, Mao Wenlong dropped all his work and rushed to the salt field as quickly as possible.

When the war horses came to the cordon, Mao Chenglu was standing on the cordon, waiting for Mao Wenlong. As soon as he saw his father approaching, he immediately galloped to greet him. He did not salute Mao Wenlong as usual, but stood excitedly.

In front of him, Mao Wenlong was presented with a handful of crystal clear snowflake white salt: "Father, this is salt, and it is edible salt." At this point, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

Jumping off the horse, Mao Wenlong carefully pinched a grain of crystal salt in Mao Chenglu's hand, and then put it in his mouth. There was no bitter taste, it was authentic salty, and it also had a faint taste of seafood.

It's real salt.

Surrounded by a group of salt farmers who rushed out, I trotted all the way into the salt field and saw the salt fields that could not be seen at a glance. In every square salt field, there was a small silver mountain.

Yes, this is absolutely correct, the salt mountain is quietly shining with silver light in the breeze of the sea.

This is indeed silver, because with so much salt, as long as it is sold, it will bring a steady stream of silver to Dongjiang Town, and it can also give a huge blow to the salt of Niuzhuang, Houjin's small treasury.

Walking on the hard salt field ridge and carefully inspecting the silver mountains, Mao Wenlong was full of emotions and said to Zhang Jishan who was following closely behind him: "This is the first product produced by Phi Island since I settled in Phi Island.

With this first output, we don’t have to worry about more output in the future. The solid steps taken this time prove that our leather island will develop better and better."

Facing the huge amount of salt, Zhang Jishan, who was dragging his account book, replied with trembling words: "The commander is simply a god. Your method has really come true. This time, it only takes a month. It's all at once."

Ten thousand shi of salt is produced. According to the current price set by the government, it is a full 20,000 taels of silver. According to the market price, each kilogram of salt is 100 taels, which is 1 tael of silver, which is 120,000 taels.

Ah, if we keep producing at this rate until the sea surface thaws, how much will it cost? At least one million will be recorded, then we won’t have to worry about all the financial expenses of Dongjiang Town."

Mao Wenlong looked at the white salt, which was so irritating that he was a little incoherent. He smiled and said: "The account cannot be calculated like this. We have produced so much salt. Although we cannot sell it to the government, we can sell it directly to those salt dealers."

, Sixty-two per stone is not low. Remember, in everything you do, you must pay attention to sharing the profits equally. If there is no profit, who will partner with you to make money?"

"Commander, you don't know, even if we count twelve taels to one stone, those salt dealers will still make double the profit if they just add sand and gravel into the salt as pure as ours."

Mao Wenlong immediately rejected the proposal of Zhang Jishan, who had turned into a profiteer: "If we want the salt in Dongjiang Town to dominate the market, we must ensure the quality of the salt and use good salt to drive away bad salt. In this way, we can have a continuous supply of salt."

Silver income.”

At this time, Mao Xueli also stood up and interrupted Zhang Jishan, who was crazy about money: "Stop dreaming. The more than one million you said is just wishful thinking, because we suddenly have so much extra salt, and the market cannot digest it."

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"Now that the market is basically balanced, we have added so much salt that it is difficult to digest it. Let alone the sand, even if it is sold to the vendors at a price of six taels of silver, they will not be able to digest so much." Xu Jie

Ye Dao.

When everyone said this, Zhang Jishan's original enthusiasm was poured cold water on. With such a large amount of salt, it is indeed a pity that there is no huge market for this salt in the future.

Facing everyone's doubts, Mao Wenlong showed full confidence and said quietly with blurred eyes: "In my dream, I worked hard for the great cause of restoring Liaoning, but I was criticized by many people. One of them is that

I sold strategic materials to Houjin Jiannu, saying that I was endorsing the enemy."

As soon as he heard this, Mao Chenglu was furious. His hand immediately tightened the handle of the sword: "Who slandered my adoptive father so much? Who spoke so freely? I will kill him now." Then he turned and ran away.

: "This must be that bastard supervisor who fabricated our charges. I will kill him now."

Mao Xueli stood next to Mao Wenlong and could hear clearly. He pressed down his foster brother and said, "What are you doing? My foster father just said that he was in a dream. Dreaming does not count."

The people around him laughed together. Dreaming really doesn't count, but through this, we can see how cautious and cautious Mao Wenlong was at that time.

As a result, everyone laughed in relief, but Mao Wenlong squinted his eyes and said: "It is sometimes difficult to defend yourself against being framed like this, but since I have been charged with this crime, I will do it for them."

Look, I'm ready to join the enemy, whatever."

Xu Jie was shocked when he heard this and grabbed Mao Wenlong's arm: "The commander must not be so impulsive. Some people with ulterior motives are throwing dirty water on the commander's head. We should work hard to defend ourselves and let the truth be revealed.

World, how can you give up on yourself like this?" Then he said sadly: "And if you do this, you will also hurt the hearts of the soldiers and cut off the foundation of our existence. This kind of arbitrary approach is not advisable."

After Xu Jie pinched his arm, Mao Wenlong finally came to his senses and returned to the reality in front of him. Then he gently opened Xu Jie's hand that was tightly holding his arm and said with a smile: "I won't be like you think.

, I have my reasons for saying these things.”

Then he explained to his nervous subordinates: "When I set up this salt field, I told you that I would transfer a batch of these salts to Mongolia to compete with Houjin for profits.

Use this method to reduce Houjin’s fiscal revenue and attack the slave establishment economically.”

Everyone nodded. When the salt field was first established, the commander-in-chief indeed said so, and everyone has always agreed with this statement.

"But I think that method is still too slow. Especially our salt has to be transported to Mongolia through the inland of the Ming Dynasty. There are many checkpoints along the way and there are a lot of exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes. As a result, although the cost of our salt is low, in this kind of

After Chengcheng increased donations from counties and counties, it was shipped to Mongolia, so it lost its price advantage and lost its competitiveness in competing with Houjin's salt."

Everyone knows this well. Now the entire Ming Dynasty has been completely corrupt. Those powerful families, relying on the policy of merchants not paying taxes, do not pay taxes or donations, but these powerless merchants and hawkers are exploited at all levels.

, there is a tax collection checkpoint between counties, and even some local powerful households have set up checkpoints along the way to transport their own salt to Mongolia. It is estimated that the price is already more expensive than gold, and it is simply impossible to achieve. At the beginning,

Use economic methods to attack the treasury income of Hou Jin Jiannu.
Chapter completed!