During the Chinese New Year, there are only two people on duty in the Ministry of Revenue, one of them is Fang Xing’s student.

There is not much work to be on duty during the Chinese New Year, mainly because it is always ready to respond to Zhu Di's possible inquiries.

There was a small pot on the stove, and Yao Ping stirred the hodgepodge inside, and this was his lunch.

"Mr. Yao, there are a lot of snacks outside, why do you have such trouble?"

Yang San, the little official who was on duty, couldn't help but drool when he smelled the fragrance.

The pot is filled with the leftovers from the Yao family’s New Year, and it is cooked with cold rice, which tastes really good.

Yao Ping picked out a few slices of crimson pork belly and boiled it, and then it would melt it in the pot.

Yang San swallowed his saliva and said in surprise: "Mr. Yao, the way to make this meat is novel! I have never seen it before."

Yao Ping licked his lips and said, "This is a delicacy taught by his mentor. Choose pork belly and cook it, then apply some rice wine lees, and fry it in the oil pan to make it yellow and red. In addition, it is fried with pickled salt vegetables, slice the pork belly, cover the salt vegetables, pour some soy sauce and sugar on top, steam it thoroughly, and turn it over when eating. It's delicious!"

Yang San's saliva was almost flowing out, and he sighed: "Xing He Bo is indeed omnipotent! Even the food is so unique and makes people covet."

Yao Ping smiled and said, "This is the leftover dish at home, otherwise you can invite you to eat together."

Yang San couldn't bear to face after all, but just remembered what Yao Ping said just now and planned to try it when he went home today.

"Sir, someone is here to pay the tax?"

At this time, the concierge came in and reported.

Yang San said in surprise: "What tax is paid for this New Year? And you shouldn't come to the Ministry of Revenue, right?"

Yao Ping also felt strange and asked, "Who is it?"

The concierge said with a bitter face: "Sir, it's Duke Ding."

...

Xu Jingchang stood outside the Ministry of Revenue and was very calm. The butler muttered that he shouldn't have come, at least he shouldn't have come in person.

Looking at the curious passers-by, Xu Jingchang said indifferently: "What do you know? This is what Fang Xing said. If you don't make a big fuss, can Your Majesty know?"

The housekeeper muttered: "Dude, at least the Jinyiwei and the East Factory will know."

At this time, Yao Ping and Yang San came out. After seeing the ceremony, Yao Ping saw the butler holding the treasure money in his hand and asked, "Duke Ding is this..."

Xu Jingchang raised his head and said: "My Duke made a frosting sale. Isn't he thinking that the honorary family has to share the worries of the country? This is the tax paid in advance, and I will come back next month later."

Yao Ping took the Baochao and stared blankly at Xu Jingchang and left.

Yang San said puzzledly: "Mr. Yao, this is strange! Apart from Fuyang Marquis, who has paid the taxes? Could it be that he has drunk too much today?"

Yao Ping thought about Xu Jingchang's words just now, turned his eyes and ordered: "You go to the Shangshu's house to inform me, I will make a account here, and then deal with it after the New Year."

After Yang San went, Yao Ping stood at the door of the Ministry of Revenue for a long time. The treasure money in his hand was blown into chaos by the wind, which made the concierge wonder.

Do you want this to be known? So what if I help you!

...

After hearing this, Zhu Di just said no, and did not express his opinion.

So the news began to spread smoothly.

"It's so quiet during the New Year!"

Zhu Gaochi was very entangled. He looked at the children and women sitting below and whispered: "He is doing this for the father to show him, so there is no need to care."

Liang Zhong nodded and then went out to explain.

Zhu Gaochi was worried about the commercial tax because someone wrote a letter saying that Xinghe Bo Fangxing was bewitching the king and competing for profit with the people. During the period, he spoke fiercely, and it was very important to destroy the food in the court.

The people around Zhu Gaochi also mixed opinions about this. He knew that most of the officials in the family who did business secretly opposed it.

"Why is it not quiet!"

The women below turned their eyes, and all kinds of emotions were conveyed in their eyes.

...

As the grandson, Zhu Zhanji did not have much to do during the Chinese New Year, so after having the "reunion dinner", he said goodbye, with a bunch of complicated eyes behind him seeing him off.

"Go to Fangjiazhuang."

Zhu Zhanji arrived at the Fang family in a dull way. After entering the inner courtyard, he avoided the "hidden weapon" emitted by Tudou, and then woke up with Fang to the study.

"Are you angry?"

Fang Xing threw a few dried hawthorn fruits for him.

Zhu Zhanji ate in a quiet voice, and after eating, he asked, "Brother Dehua, glass must have been produced long ago, right?"

“Yes, it was able to produce in mass production mid-last year.”

Fang Xing told the truth calmly, which was different from the memorial.

Zhu Zhanji was stunned for a moment. He thought Fang Xing would refuse to admit it, but...

Fang Xing smiled and said, "Do you think I am the one who is so thoughtful?"

Zhu Zhanji said embarrassedly: "Brother Dehua, glass is something you made, I shouldn't argue with it."

Fang Xing sighed, "You have to know how great the benefits are in the glass. I hold it like a hot potato. I can't bear to throw it away, and I won't throw it away. Damn, I dare not be rich enough to rival a country!"

Zhu Zhanji said in surprise: "Is it that profitable?"

Fang Xing smiled bitterly and said, "It's very profitable, not ordinary money. Let me give you an example. This thing is similar to a treasure pot."

Zhu Zhanji didn't know the specific production process and always thought the cost was very high. He was stunned by the fact that Fang woke up a little.

"How much does that cost?"

Zhu Zhanji knew how terrifying the price of glass would be. He calculated with his fingers and looked up for a while, "Brother Dehua..."

"It's scary, right?"

Fang Xing smiled. How much does glass cost? Who among rich families doesn’t want to replace windows with glass? There are mirrors. Once it is launched on a large scale, the speed of making money can make Xia Yuanji crazy.

"Brother Dehua..."

Zhu Zhanji swallowed hard and said, "You and I can't decide on this matter, I have to deal with it."

"Of course, I dare not sell it privately!"

Fang Xing is very clear. Even in the future, if you have a net worth of hundreds of billions or trillions of dollars, your eyes can focus you into black charcoal.

What's more, at this time, the synonym of wealth that is as good as a country is almost rebellion.

"Money! There will be a lot of money!"

In the Ming Dynasty, don’t look at the poor people, but there are many rich people, and the number of local rich people is even more jaw-dropping.

Zhu Zhanji said anxiously: "Brother Dehua, it's best to have a few honorary relatives in this matter, otherwise it will be too eye-catching."

Fang Xingzhen said with a eyebrows: "What's the difference between giving money to them? Don't even think about it! I know what you are worried about. I'm going to hand over this business to the Ministry of Revenue. Xia Lao Kuo will never sell the production method. Anyone who wants it must step on his body!"

"I only have 10% of it, and I won't keep this 10% of it. I'll use it all for distributing textbooks. Try to be cheaper so that those poor children can learn it."

Zhu Zhanji said in a touching voice: "Brother Dehua, you..."

Brother, I’m not short of money! I want more money is a means!

Fang Xing said seriously: "My family, country and the world, but what I hope more is the unity of family and country, and the family and the country share the honor and disgrace. This is the Ming Dynasty in my heart!"

"Family and country share honor and disgrace... bring wine!"
Chapter completed!