After a long time of talking, Qian Yuan couldn't hold on after hearing Tan Lun talk about his difficulties over and over again. Not to mention that he was coming to Hangzhou today, he came to visit him, just opposite him... he was simply Tang Sanzang!

Hu Zongxian introduced several provinces and promoted the most effective way to promote the composition method was Zhejiang Province. The coastal prefectures were fine, but the Japanese were too severe, and other prefectures... Yanzhou, Huzhou, Jinhua, and Quzhou were all complaining. For example, Quzhou Prefecture has been promoted to Jiajing for 39 years, and it really can't pay any ordinary money!

All the money that these prefectures can squeeze out is lost to the Governor's Office back then. Wu Baipeng was like this during his tenure, and even more so after Zhao Zhenji came. Now Tan Lun...

On the coastal Shaoxing and Jiaxing have never paid regular silver in recent years, such as Taizhou Prefecture... Since Tan Lun took office, he has not paid it, but instead has to allocate silver from the Governor's Office.

Taizhou magistrate Tan Lun felt so good back then, but now Zhejiang Governor Tan Lun felt so sad... Hu Zongxian drained the people and left this mess!

But Qian Yuan only felt that the Fuzhou below did not pay any money to do my bad business!

"When you take over, you only count the inventory, only 1,854 taels and three cents!" Tan Lun said with a heartache: "If you hadn't surrounded the governor's yamen and still put Zhao Dazhou and Qin Huizhi together, how could he dare to do this?"

"Then my uncle is going to find him Zhao Dazhou." Qian Yuan's upper eyelids were about to cover his lower eyelids.

Tan Lun said angrily: "Zhao Dazhou will repel all servants, clerks and minor officials from the yamen. If it weren't for bringing people from Taizhou Prefecture..."

"Then my uncle was transferred from the prefect of Hangzhou and Qiantang County Government to the Qiantang County Government, but it was not enough to recruit people!"

"That's going to cost money..."

"How many taels of silver?" Qian Yuan stood up and was about to walk out.

Tan Lun looked as usual, "Last year, he set up a city to trade, and once had a long talk with Tang Jingchuan. He listened to his words. The local government divided the tax and silver and handed it over to the Zhejiang Provincial Administration Office or the Zhejiang Governor's Office. Is there any such incident?"

Qian Yuan smacked his lips. That matter was because he was not considerate back then...

"But Wu Weixi was transferred to Fujian, and his successor Zhao Zhenji, so all the taxes and silver were returned to Ningbo Prefecture. Now..." Tan Lun smiled and said: "Recruiting new recruits and training troops, the food and salary cost is quite huge. Moreover, there are many refugees in Wenzhou and Chuzhou now..."

Qian Yuan was in a big trouble, "The 13th Qing Lishu Department of the Ministry of Revenue was expanded to the 14th Qing Lishu Department, and Ningbo Qing Lishu Department was added..."

"Where did Ningbo Qingguansi come from?" Tan Lun shook his head and said, "There is no news in the diary."

"The Ministry of Revenue has been planned to be established..."

"Just change the name."

"What to change?" Qian Yuan sneered: "Zhejiang Qinglisi?"

"Zhejiang Qinglisi is in charge of the salt tax, which is not suitable." Tan Lun smiled and said, "How about the Southeast Qinglisisi? You happened to have not mentioned that you are planning to open another commercial market in Ninghai, Taizhou. Ningbo Qinglisisisi is really not suitable."

Qian Yuan suddenly interrupted loudly, "My uncle, what have you asked just now?"

Tan Lun was stunned for a moment, "Ask... Ask Ningbo pay 20% of the tax and silver to join the Zhejiang Governor's Office..."

"No, it's the back."

"Ask...Wu Weixi is in office, and 20% of the tax bank is handed over to the Zhejiang Provincial Administration Office or the Zhejiang Governor's Office..."

Qian Yuan said solemnly: "There is absolutely nothing!"

"You..." Tan Lun was stunned. This nephew is really indifferent to the salt!

Speaking of which, Tan Lun really has no choice. The governor of Zhejiang Province has been under the governor of Zhejiang for many years, and the latter's power has been basically taken away. In addition, Zhao Zhenji is a waste, Tan Lun now wants no money and no one wants no money.

Originally, Tan Lun was hoping that Hu Zongxian could keep something... but they put in a bag and moved them all away!

Tan Lun thought about it again and again, and at the reminder of his staff, he did not do anything... Hu Zongxian, who clinged to Yan Song, gained power, would really not be able to say it in the future, it would be better if the matter in the accounts were not involved.

If Qian Yuan had no such thing as Qian Lun could only follow the steps... But isn't there such a nephew now?

Tan Lun was angry for a moment, you asked me to do this and that... It was just to hope that I would be in Zhejiang Control Bureau after returning to Beijing, but he refused to help this little busy?!

I can offer a price all over the world, and you can pay back the money even if you put it in the ground... You will be counter-offering!

Qian Yuan was the first to plan for trade, but he did take the governor of Zhejiang into consideration, but Tang Shunzhi immediately saw the problem after he knew the whole story... Ningbo Prefecture can control the situation, all the civil and military officials are yours. If it is expanded to Zhejiang Province, it will be hard to say. If you don’t say whether you can control the situation or not, I’m afraid that the court will not want to see this scene.

Not to mention that if Zhejiang Province participates, the initiative in the business may not end up falling into Qian Yuan’s hands. If the matter fails, more people will be involved, and if the matter is successful, more people will come to grab this piece of fat.

Coincidentally, a few months later, the business was gradually becoming popular. Wu Baipeng was transferred to the governor of Fujian, and Zhao Zhenji took over as governor of Zhejiang... After Qian Yuan returned to Zhenhai from Hangzhou, he personally cooked a large table of good dishes for the old man Tang Shunzhi.

Too lazy to pay attention to Tan Lun, Qian Yuan went straight to the guesthouse to rest. There were really two young and beautiful maids, one serving to wash and the other lit an incense ball to warm the quilt.

Unfortunately, Qian Yuan was full of lawsuits, and he was thinking about whether to help Tan Lun privately, and he didn't even think about taxes and silver, but in other aspects... he was really tired, and he hugged the maid who was warming the bed and went to dream of Duke Zhou in a short while.

The next day was not a good weather. The misty autumn rain sprinkled on Hangzhou, shrouding the city in the vast misty rain. Qian Yuan slept until he was about to have lunch before getting up.

"Young Master, letter from the capital."

"Come in." The room was as warm as spring. Qian Yuan, wearing a middle-clothed clothes, was writing a letter, shouting casually, stood there, spreading his arms, and two maids were dressing him.

Yang Wen and Peng Feng were stunned after entering the door, staring straight.

"Suiyuan?" Qian Yuan waved his hand and asked the maid to retreat, looked at Peng Feng, "Don't talk nonsense when you go back."

I really didn't do anything... Qian Yuan was not afraid of Yang Wen. The key was Peng Feng. There were six or seven people from Pengxi Town who were rescued by Xiao Qi. Even Peng Feng had Xiao Qi's treatment twice.

Peng Feng nodded seriously and replied: "I know the importance of it. Last night... I didn't ask for water in the house."

Yang Wen swallowed and turned his head to look at the junior.

Qian Yuan covered his forehead speechlessly. Forget it, think about it well. If Liang Sheng followed him this time... I will know everything about Zhenhai!

After taking the letter and looking at it a few times, Qian Yuan smiled and said, "Nanjing Ministry of Revenue wants to fight this lawsuit... I will accompany them to the Golden Palace, so I will not give it a shame!"

After all, Xu Wei's status comes from three sources. First, he has long been a famous scholar in the world, but his role in the officialdom is very limited. Second, he is a Hanlin official who favors Emperor Jiajing with Qing Ci, but this aspect does not play any role in negotiating with Nanjing Ministry of Revenue. Third, Suiyuan scholar and the second person after Qian Yuan.

Qian Yuan threw down the letter paper and thought sneered. Although Xu Wei was a man who was clever and versatile, he lacked some toughness.

Nanjing’s Ministry of Revenue wants to take Ningbo Zhenhai trade under its jurisdiction, or set up another city in Songjiang to trade... Nanjing’s Minister of Revenue Ma Kun, a Jinshi in the second year of Jiajing, and was the same year as Xu Jie.

Qian Yuan thought about the time in his mind. If he returned to Beijing before and after the next year's examination, Ninghai Market should be in regular orders. The navy has already taken shape. In three or four months, it will be not difficult to recruit thousands of new recruits... Wait, I will settle the score with you before returning to Beijing!

To be honest, Shanghai in later generations was the best place for trade, but it was really not possible in the Ming Dynasty. It was too deserted, especially in the sea, where there were no people within a radius of dozens of miles. There were no road trucks in this era, so where are there convenient places such as Jiaxing, Shaoxing, Ningbo and Taizhou.

Qian Yuan looked sideways at Tan Lun outside the window, sneered and put the letter on the table in the envelope, and handed it to Peng Feng, "Sealing with Fire."

"Yes, young master." Peng Feng carefully put away the envelope and walked out strode.

Tan Lun, who was entering the door, frowned and said, "It's been so late. If I hadn't asked... I would have thought you would have bid farewell without saying goodbye."

Qian Yuan signaled Yang Wen to go out and said with a smile: "Even if my uncle doesn't like it, my nephew will not bid farewell without saying goodbye."

"How many days will I come to Hangzhou this time?" Tan Lun asked calmly: "Zhou Shi, the second son of the Zhou family in Qiantang, is also a scholar in Suiyuan. His father's birthday will last for 100 years tomorrow, and there are still several other families who come to him, which may be related to the business."

"The gift from the Zhou family has been delivered. I'll go and have a ride tomorrow." Qian Yuan touched his stomach and was really hungry. "I received a letter from the north yesterday. People from the capital have arrived in Yangzhou. Calculate the schedule and it should be here in the past two days."

"Are you hungry?" Tan Lun muttered for a while and asked casually: "Let the guards send a letter to Beijing? Is it still sealed?"

"Of course, the sealing of fire lacquer means that Wen Chang was sent to Xiyuan and directly defending against the case." Qian Yuan smiled and said, "Does my uncle want to know what was written in the letter?"

"Tell your Majesty secretly, how can others peek at me!"

"It doesn't matter. Didn't my uncle say that the name of Ningbo Qinglisi last night was inappropriate?" Qian Yuan laughed and said, "The letter suggested changing the name."

"What?"

"Chengtian Qing Lishu."

Tan Lun, who had already eaten, suddenly burped... He really wanted to throw this nephew out!

Indeed, although the Thirteen Qing Lishu was named after each province, it did not divide the actual authority by province. The title of Ningbo Qing Lishu is indeed inappropriate. In addition to Ningbo, Taizhou, Shaoxing, Jiaxing, Quanzhou in Fujian, and Guangdong, there are too many export coasts.
Chapter completed!