After leaving Luo Wuxian's house, Mu Qianyu felt a little emotional. The fate between people is so strange. Although sometimes they only meet each other for a while, they still inexplicably recognize each other.
It's just a pity that he didn't agree to her favor, otherwise this relationship would have been more perfect.
Luo Wuxian left the day after saying goodbye. Before leaving, he sent someone to Mu Qianyu's house to deliver news and gave her a box of cakes.
According to Luo Wuxian's opinion, this is a return gift.
Mu Qianyu almost swallowed his own finger when he tasted it. He kept saying that this was some kind of fairy food. It was exquisitely made and beautiful. It was like food that only gods could eat.
Of course, she didn't have the luck to eat the second box. She has been immersed in wine making recently. Since high-strength wine can fetch big prices, it would be useless if she didn't take advantage of it.
So she asked the blacksmith to build a metal distillation device, poured a large amount of good wine into it, and then distilled it. The distilled almost pure alcohol was diluted again, and the result was a fragrant and mellow high-quality wine.
The alcohol concentration was much higher than the ones obtained from Xiao Zheng. Since the wine was called Qianli Zui, she called it Qianjin Zui, and the price was sold for two thousand spiritual stones per jar.
The price can be said to be extremely high, after all, one pill only costs dozens of spiritual stones.
When this wine first came out, no one bought it, but one day a monk bought a jar. From then on, things got out of hand. The monks who smelled the aroma of the wine snapped up all the wine that day.
One hundred jars of wine and two hundred thousand spiritual stones were all sold out in one day. This was beyond Xiang Ziyou's expectation and left him stunned.
The raw material of this wine is ordinary wine on the market, and it is sold for a few pieces of spiritual stone per jar. Although the quantity becomes less after distillation, the profit is also quite large.
Qian Jin Zui and the No. 1 series of elixirs are also available in limited quantities. The long queue in front of Jiuzhou Pavilion is longer than before. People are looking forward to it every day, fearing that they will not be able to buy something.
Because of the two trump cards of elixirs and wine, Jiuzhou Pavilion can compete for a place even in front of the Changsheng Chamber of Commerce. Therefore, not only the Anping Mansion's treasury, but also her personal pockets are gradually getting thicker. This is what makes her happy.
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Mu Qianyu gave the elixir and wine to Xiang Ziyou in advance, and Mu Qianyu began to retreat. After all, the people under his rule knew that Mr. Futai was very clear-minded and rarely committed crimes. The master could solve some minor troubles occasionally.
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So she had a lot of time to practice, but while practicing, she clearly felt that the cracks in the meridians in her body were getting longer, and half of the luck gained in her body had been used up. If she was not promoted in a few months, she would
Luck will not be enough.
However, she knew that there was no better way now. Official promotions had to go through a process, and it also required a relatively long cycle, so she still had to wait, wait for the passage of time, and wait for Anping Mansion to become better.
The reality was just as she expected. Four months later, the weather had changed from summer to autumn, and it was the harvest season. The people began to harvest the fairy grains in the ground busily but happily.
This kind of food is also different from the ordinary world. Not only is it delicious, it is also rich in spiritual energy. It is one of the main foods for monks and is also a unique resource.
There are two more things that I have to deal with in the autumn. The first is to return to Kyoto with the taxes to report on my duties and pay the taxes. The second is that this is the Wanshou Festival, which is the emperor's birthday.
Normally, a prefect should not be invited to attend the emperor's birthday, but maybe she performed very well, and there were only three or four prefects in the entire dynasty who had such treatment and were able to attend the emperor's birthday banquet.
Mu Qianyu didn't think there was anything special about this at first, but she just couldn't stand it when Master Qian kept talking about what an honor it was. In the end, she almost said that she was in heaven and earth.
Even this was unable to express Master Qian's excitement. After talking to Mu Qianyu, he went on to share it with others, only to use a loudspeaker to announce it to the whole government.
Mu Qianyu thought that this old man was really cute, but no matter how much he exaggerated it, she was not very interested in the birthday party. She was just flipping through the account books and looking at the taxes collected.
The commercial tax is only 50%, which is much lower than other places. Merchants pay it once a month, and now it has accumulated to 20 million. You must know that this is only half a year.
All grain taxes are exempted, but she sent people to open up a lot of wasteland, and all the grain was collected into the treasury. However, now that all the grain has been confiscated, she still doesn’t know how much.
"I'm getting rich." She muttered as she looked at the accounts. Because the taxes on salt and iron collected independently by the Daxuan Dynasty were almost enough for the court's extra expenses, the local fiscal revenue only increased a little symbolically.
Nowadays, the imperial court only collects 20% of the tax revenue from local governments, which means that Mu Qianyu only has 4 million to hand over to the imperial court, and the rest is at the Anping Prefecture's discretion.
For example, if it is used for post-disaster construction and the people are hungry, these can be used.
Mu Qianyu now finally understood why Wei Zhong and others had been keeping the tax revenue for themselves, which indeed saved a lot of money.
However, Mu Qianyu feels that the rules should be followed.
So I actively prepared spiritual stones and made full preparations for my work report half a month later.
Wei Zhong and other officials also admired Mu Qianyu very much. She was obviously a big fan of money, but she was not greedy for any money that did not belong to her. This was really puzzling and convincing.
Although these officials may have begun to have some opinions about Mu Qianyu, after getting along with him for so long, they really began to feel ashamed of themselves and felt that they were too dirty in the past.
After about ten days, the crops were harvested, and the fairy grains were poured in large quantities towards the treasury door. Mu Qianyu was afraid that some people who did not have the strength to open up wasteland would not be able to eat in the winter, so
The grains in the warehouse were evenly distributed among everyone's heads. The people were extremely moved when they saw that there was really no tax but subsidized food for them.
The people spontaneously gave her a plaque with four characters written on it: 'Justice and Integrity.'
Mu Qianyu accepted people's true feelings when she saw them, and hung the plaque in her room. She felt fulfilled every day when she saw it. This feeling of being recognized was still very good.
Emperor Yin also came out of seclusion after a period of seclusion, and when he came back from the Mysterious Beast Forest, he was wilted and silent, like an eggplant beaten by frost.
"What's wrong?" Mu Qianyu asked proactively.
As he spoke, Di Yin was about to get into Mu Qianyu's arms. After being stopped, he said in a dull voice: "There are still some things that need to be done in the Mysterious Beast Forest."
"So you want to go back?" Mu Qianyu probably understood what he meant.
Di Yin became emotional when he saw her, and immediately said: "Little woman, don't laugh, I don't want to leave you."
"Okay, don't laugh." Mu Qianyu stood aside and reached out to pat it on the head a few times. He stopped smiling and asked, "Just tell me whether what you do next is dangerous."