Study fine salt?
The chopsticks in Li Shimin's hand fell to the ground.
The whole person stood up and walked quickly to Zhao Chen.
Supporting his hands on the table in front of Zhao Chen.
He stared at Zhao Chen and asked slowly: "Can you really make fine salt?"
Li Shimin remembered that at the beginning, he intended to set up the Datang Salt and Iron Department in the court, specializing in the right to sell salt and iron.
But later, when Zhao Chen said that he was illusory, he gave up this idea.
Li Shimin felt that Zhao Chen was right, and taking over the salt and iron into the court and the people compete for profit.
Because the salt production is too small.
It is another necessity of life, and everything is likely to face price increases.
But Zhao Chen said just now that he could develop fine salt.
Doesn’t that mean that the people of the Tang Dynasty will no longer worry about salt from now on?
Li Shimin was full of excitement at this moment, staring at Zhao Chen tightly, waiting for his answer.
Cheng Chumo and Qin Huaiyu also looked at Zhao Chen at this moment.
The eyes were filled with surprise.
The Tang Dynasty had a shortage of salt, and there were very few salts that ordinary people could buy.
There are countless salt wells and salt lakes that cannot meet the needs of the entire Tang people.
If Zhao Chen can really develop a method to extract fine salt, then...
The lobby was completely quiet.
Zhao Chen looked at Old Li's head with a bright look, smiled faintly, without any anxiety, slowly chewing on the food in his mouth.
"You guys are slow, you're just thinking about it, right? Tell me about it quickly." Li Shimin couldn't wait.
Once such things that benefit people's livelihood are done, the people of the Tang Dynasty will inevitably surrender more and more.
Then Li Shimin must be a wise king in the eyes of the people.
Thinking about it, Li Shimin was so excited.
"Is this your attitude of asking others for help?" Zhao Chen put down his chopsticks and said slowly.
"Some..." Li Shimin's face stagnated.
If it were someone else, he would dare to talk to him like this.
A big-eared melon seed has long passed.
But the person in front of him was Zhao Chen.
I still need his help, and this kid is still his...
What Li Shimin can be sure of is that if he really slaps him, Zhao Chen will definitely slap him with a backhand.
This kid is the magnanimity that the people of the Tang Dynasty should have.
Cheng Chumo and Qin Huaiyu looked at each other, and their eyes flashed with the look of watching the show.
It was in front of Zhao Chen that the emperor was so defeated.
Li Shimin seemed to see the smiles of the two people and said angrily: "What's wrong with you here? Get out of here and go to the examination room for me."
The two were shocked and didn't even dare to say anything.
I went to the examination room ahead for a flash.
The only ones left in the lobby are Zhao Chen and the Emperor.
Li Shimin calmed down and smiled at Zhao Chen, "Look, I am just patient with you. If it were someone else, I would have taken him down long ago."
"Then you can take me down, I don't care." Zhao Chenfeng said lightly.
Li Shimin also wanted to let Zhao Chen know how different he was to him.
Zhao Chen should be grateful no matter how he said that?
Why do you look like a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water?
It's really annoying.
However, when thinking that Zhao Chen could really develop fine salt, Li Shimin gritted his teeth, squeezed out a smile on his face, and said, "Zhao Chen, you just now know how important this salt is to the people of the Tang Dynasty."
"Ordinary people can't afford to eat salt at all. If you can help make fine salt, you will definitely be famous in history and admired by future generations."
Seeing that Zhao Chen was not very willing, Li Shimin directly pulled Zhao Chen higher.
But I didn't want to, Zhao Chen didn't even react.
Old Li was a little anxious.
"Brother Zhao, what do you want? Give me a certain correct statement." Zhao Chen's inability to get into the oil and salt really made Li Shimin very angry.
"Wouldn't it be better if you said this a long time ago. What's the use of saying so much before?" Zhao Chen raised his head and said casually.
But when he saw Lao Li gritting his teeth tightly, he looked like he was about to swallow himself alive.
"If you talk about business, you don't have to worry about it." Zhao Chen said again.
"You said." Li Shimin said in a deep voice.
But I felt a little happy, but this boy was still a little scared.
However, before he got happy, he heard Zhao Chen say: "It is OK to develop fine salt, and I can also give you the method, but there is one thing: fine salt is produced by the government, but it is not allowed to be sold by the government."
"All fine salt sales must be handed over to my Wangyou Salt Bureau for sale. Of course, the price will be the cheapest. When the output increases, I can guarantee that the price per kilogram of salt will not exceed ten cents."
"This is not..."
"Of course, I won't let you, Old Li, work in vain. I only take 20% of all the income from the Salt Bureau, and 80% of the remaining income. Whether you hide it in your own pocket or take it back to the national treasury, you will decide it yourself." Zhao Chen interrupted Li Shimin's words about to yell.
Li Shimin was silent.
If he had just felt that Zhao Chen's request was outrageous, and that he would let himself and even the entire Tang Dynasty court work for him, Li Shimin felt satisfied now.
20% of the profit belongs to Zhao Chen, which is actually not a big problem.
After all, Zhao Chen provides a method to make fine salt.
And he is the prince of the future Tang Dynasty.
The more money you give, the less money you give will be used in the Tang Dynasty in the future.
Li Shimin was really afraid that Zhao Chen was a guy who was greedy and greedy.
But it's fine.
"I have to say that this is a good idea. I can agree to your conditions." Li Shimin nodded, but then changed his voice and said, "But there is a saying that is about the life and death of the people. You cannot raise the sale price at will, otherwise, I will never spare you."
This last sentence was in the tone of the emperor.
Zhao Chen smiled slightly and said, "Okay, if you have nothing to do, go and sit aside, don't disturb me to have a meal."
Li Shimin was stunned for a moment and shook his head again.
Even if he asked Zhao Chen again if he could make fine salt, he didn't even have the idea.
Li Shimin has become accustomed to Zhao Chen's strange and strange methods.
Is fine salt difficult for Zhao Chen?
...
"Luo Tong, you dare to come back!"
At the residence of the Cui family in the Chang'an City of Boling, Cui Yan looked at Luo Tong in front of him and said nothing.
Wang Yi, the head of the Wang family in Taiyuan next to him, looked slightly dark and scolded Luo Tong coldly.
They waited here for a whole day and a night.
Now Luo Tong finally came back, but he didn't ask anything.
"Luo Tong, it seems that you don't want to save your wife's life, right?"
"You also know that in this world, only this 'heat bone' can cure your wife's illness."
Wang Yi said slowly from the side.
Seeing Luo Tong's nails sinking deep into the flesh.
"There was an accident last night. Please give me another chance, sir." Luo Tong let go of his fists and bowed.
"Give you another chance?"
"Luo Tong, do you tell us what accident happened that made you ignore your own wife?" Wang Yi sneered.
Chapter completed!