Mixed with salted fish in Hongwudang

Chapter 409: The Jing Navy Performs Martial Arts!
Since Lao Zhu established Daming, he has been living a hard life, and he has never had a lot of money.

Now suddenly seeing a workshop with an annual output of 1000 million pieces of silk, one can imagine the excitement in his heart.

Even though he knew that this was just the output, not the final profit, it still made him feel excited.

If all of this is converted into money, it will be twice as much as the annual tax of Ming Dynasty!

Is it just possible?

Could it be that Zhang Qinglai was deliberately covering Zhu Yunxi, deliberately making up a number to deceive himself?
Everyone was staring at Lao Zhu, looking at Lao Zhu with joy for a while, furrowed brows for a while, and looked at the emperor's grandson curiously for a while...

Zhu Yunxi was also taken aback by Old Zhu, and asked with a guilty conscience.

"Grandfather, what news have you received?"

Old Zhu waved at Zhu Yunxi, and Zhu Yunxi climbed up the steps to Lao Zhu's side, and took the memorial from Lao Zhu.

Zhu Yunxi took a quick glance, and immediately let go of his hanging heart.

"Hi!"

"What am I supposed to do? It turns out it's just such a trivial matter!"

"It's true Zhang Qinglai, it's worth writing a letter to you about this shitty thing, just write me a letter and it's over..."

"Small thing?"

"Is it still broken?"

Lao Zhu squinted at Ni Sun, wishing he could slap him to death.

Such a big workshop is about to be built, but this grandson still says it's a trivial matter?

"Let me ask you, is this workshop really as big as Zhang Qing said, and can really accommodate 9 people weaving at the same time?"

"of course!"

Seeing that the grandson agreed so happily, Lao Zhu felt a little uneasy.

"get out!"

"Wait for our people to come back, and we'll talk about it when we get definite news!"

Lao Zhu drove Zhu Yunxi away, and wanted to announce his resignation.

As for what they said about competing with the people for profit, he didn't take it to heart at all.

He only cares about one thing now, and that is whether their old Zhu family really has a big silk workshop with an annual output of tens of millions of pieces of silk!
However, Lao Zhu is unwilling to pursue it, but it does not mean that others will not pursue it.

What's more, Zhu Xi, Zhu Huan, Zhu Di and others gathered together and came to court early in the morning, isn't it just to make trouble for someone?
"Father, you don't care about the civil uprising caused by your grandson?"

"Father, at least you can scold him a few words..."

Seeing this, other ministers also hurriedly stepped forward to make fun of it.

Some of them took the money from the sea merchants and came to speak for the sea merchants, some took the money from the silk workshops in Suzhou and came to speak for them, and some of them heard about the chaos in Suzhou and came here out of public interest. speak for the people.

"Your Majesty, the emperor's grandson's move is really wrong. You should punish him and let him stop interfering in Suzhou's business..."

"That's right, Suzhou is a place where the imperial court pays a lot of taxes. Once chaos occurs in Suzhou and interferes with the imperial court's tax planning, it will be a loss for our imperial court..."

When Lao Zhu heard the commotion of the crowd, he felt depressed for no reason.

Just as he was thinking about whether to slaughter the two sacrifices to heaven, suddenly there was another urgent call from outside the door.

"Jinyiwei's secret report..."

"Hurry up!"

Not long after, Qin Deshun handed over another secret report. Lao Zhu took a look at it and stood up excitedly, holding the memorial and dancing.

"Great, our Daming finally has money, hahaha!"

Everyone was dumbfounded when they saw His Majesty's action. They have been with the old emperor for decades, and they have never seen the old emperor so excited.

"Your Majesty, what do you mean by that?"

"Could it be that we discovered a gold mine somewhere in Daming?"

"Gold mine?"

Old Zhu curled his lips in disdain when he heard the words, thinking that gold mines can't compare to this chicken that lays golden eggs.

"There is no need to discuss the matter of Suzhou!"

"Our eldest grandson followed our orders to go to Suzhou to expand the Suzhou Weaving Bureau. Although there was some turmoil during the period, it quickly dissipated, so there is no need to pursue it too much."

"However, after the expansion, the Suzhou Weaving Bureau weaves tens of millions of silks every year. This is a great joy!"

"Tens of millions of horses..."

The officials in the hall were also a little confused when they heard this. Silk and cloth are hard currencies, especially high-quality silk, which can even be called a good thing at the bottom of the box.

Even if it is the worst silk, it costs ten taels of silver, right?

Tens of millions of bolts of silk mean that there is an income of 100 million taels of silver a year?
"Your Majesty, how is this possible?"

"It takes five days for a mature weaver to weave one horse, seventy horses for a year without sleep, and 600 million horses for [-] weavers a year..."

"That's not counting the cost..."

"However, where did your Majesty get these tens of millions of horses?"

Lao Zhu heard everyone's doubts, and immediately looked at the grandson beside him.

"Da Sun, can you tell me what's going on?"

Zhu Yunxi stood aside, picking his ears indifferently.

"It's nothing unusual. I improved the loom and added iron parts such as pulleys and bearings to the loom to improve the weaving efficiency a little..."

"Improved a little?"

Qin Kui, Minister of the Ministry of Industry, couldn't take it anymore. This thing has been used for thousands of years, and I haven't heard of anyone who can improve efficiency.

Because no matter how it is improved, it needs to be woven out by hand.

"Dare to ask the grandson of the emperor, can I let the minister wait to see it?"

"experience?"

Zhu Yunxi looked at Lao Zhu.

"Grandfather, is it convenient now?"

Lao Zhu was a little sleepy at first, and wanted to go to the harem to take a nap, but when he heard Da Sun ask this, he immediately nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"convenient!"

"Go to the workshop outside your city?"

"Yes!"

"You come with us to ride the dragon and drive over there!"

"okay!"

After Lao Zhu said this, he happily led his eldest grandson to the outside of the hall, and happily slipped away while sitting on Long Yu.

Seeing this, everyone in the hall looked at each other in blank dismay, thinking, how are we going, are we walking by?

When the ministers didn't know which means of transportation to choose, Zhu Di stepped forward and invited them.

"If the adults don't dislike it, you might as well go there in a lonely carriage."

"How dare you..."

"If the minister is sitting in the prince's carriage, then why does the prince sit?"

Zhu Di smiled lightly when he heard the words.

"Gu Nai is a rough man, he is not used to riding a carriage, it is better to ride a horse more comfortably!"

Seeing Zhu Di say this, everyone readily obeyed after thanking him.

Not long after, Lao Zhu led the crowd to the iron workshop near Xuanwu Lake.

Zhu Yunxi not only opened textile factories in Suzhou, but also opened a few in Beijing, but the scale was not large, just to make a living for the village women near Xuanwu Lake.

Then there are the families of some veterans.

Although there are many bachelors in Lanyu's hands, there are also many married and established businesses.

Zhu Yunxi sent the Buddha to the west, so naturally he had to arrange a livelihood for them.

Under the leadership of Zhu Yunxi, Lao Zhu first visited the loom production workshop.

Amidst the roar of the machine, Lao Zhu saw the logs being sawed into boards, and the boards were sawed into strips, and then the strips were cut into various shapes by the rapidly rotating gears.

After witnessing this miracle, Lao Zhu no longer has any doubts about the loom to be seen next.

Qin Kui was also dumbfounded. In the past, when sawing a piece of wood, it took two craftsmen several days to saw a piece of wood.

However, in Zhu Yunxi's case, the birth speed of a piece of wood is only a few breaths...

Just talking about this item has already saved a lot of craftsman's cost and time cost!

Qin Kui looked at it for a while, and saw that after the planks and strips were cut to the same size, they were pushed into a lathe to punch out the holes in the mortise and tenon joints.

Seeing this scene, Qin Kui's admiration for Zhu Yunxi had reached an unbelievable level.

No wonder the grandson of the emperor dared to challenge the workshop owners of the entire Suzhou city. According to his speed of producing looms, it is estimated that within ten years, every household in the entire Ming Dynasty could afford looms!
If every household in Daming had a loom, how prosperous would it be?

Thinking of this, Qin Kui was so excited that his body trembled slightly.

Isn't this the prosperous age that Confucius said?
Daming will create an unprecedented prosperity!

The other ministers were also excited after seeing the production efficiency of the loom manufacturing workshop.

Although it is only a bunch of parts being processed now, a finished loom is placed at the door, and everyone knows that these parts are used to produce the loom!

In addition, many people have looms at home, and many people from poor families rely on their mothers to weave cloth since they were young, so that they can afford to study for themselves.

Therefore, many people were moved to tears when they saw the gradually formed parts.

"This is a cloth stick!"

"This is a beating knife, and that is a thread brown rod, twisting rod..."

"Back then, the widowed mother relied on a loom, and this was the only way she could afford to study for officials and obtain fame."

"Now the widowed mother is long gone, only the loom... woo woo woo..."

"The same goes for the lower officials. They are all supported by a loom from my mother, so I can be an official today, woo woo woo..."

"Xiaguan remembers that the cloth stick is the easiest to break. Every time it breaks, you have to go to the village to find Carpenter Tian to make a new one..."

"However, if you look at the cloth sticks made by others, there is even a layer of iron sheet on the outside, which is strong and durable at first glance!"

Regardless of the miserable words of these officials, in fact, in ancient times, having a loom was already considered a small and middle class, and it could continue to be self-sufficient.

Ordinary people want to buy a loom, at least they have to save a few years ago, and the weather has to be good, and the family has no disasters or illnesses.

However, after Zhu Yunxi conquered the steam engine and developed various lathes, and pointed out industrial smelting, the production of this kind of wooden loom is just like playing.

In fact, Zhu Yunxi didn't like this kind of loom at all.

If it wasn't for the mill owners in Suzhou pressing hard and insisting on dealing with him, he would not be willing to create a production line dedicated to the production of looms.

This thing is only suitable for men farming and women weaving in a small-scale peasant economy, and it is completely different from the way he wants to engage in industrialized large-scale production.

However, it is good to make a transition like this, at least to stabilize employment and alleviate the problem of surplus labor in Jiangnan.

Zhu Yunxi took them to visit the production line of the loom workshop, and then took them to a small textile factory to let them see the production efficiency of the new loom.

To be honest, Zhu Yunxi did not improve the loom much, but replaced the key parts with iron products, and added some pulleys, bearings and other things as auxiliary aids, which can save part of the weaver's strength.

But even this level of improvement greatly increased the productivity of the loom, allowing a skilled weaver to weave a bolt of silk in three days with ease.

If a loom works in two shifts, two looms can be produced in three days!

But Zhu Yunxi did not intend to do this. He came to Daming to engage in industrialization, not to engage in sweatshops.

Lao Zhu chatted with a few weavers with a smile, asked about the use of the new loom, and went back to the palace to count the money in a dream.

The other ministers were speechless when they saw this. Only Chen Zongli pestered Zhu Yunxie and asked him how much business tax he paid to the court in a year.

"Emperor grandson, I don't care whether this workshop belongs to you or who, I will ask you, will you pay the business tax?"

"You must know that those workshops had to pay taxes..."

"Now you have poached their weavers, so you have to pay their taxes for them?"

As soon as Zhu Yunxi heard the word "tax", he was like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and it exploded on the spot.

"Old Chen, what you say is not kind!"

"What do you mean I poached their weavers? They obviously didn't want so many people and dismissed a large number of weavers. I really couldn't see it, so I recruited them all!"

Seeing what Zhu Yunxi said, Chen Zongli acted like a rascal on the spot.

"I don't care, I only know that the Suzhou government pays 10 taels of tax to the court every year. Now that those workshops have been sold out by you, you can only ask for this tax!"

Lao Zhu, who had already walked to the door, suddenly heard the conversation between the two, and immediately looked lively with great interest.

Seeing that the emperor was not leaving, the other ministers also followed Chen Zongli to intercede.

"Emperor grandson, you weave tens of millions of pieces of silk every year, at least give them to the imperial court, don't hold them all in your hands..."

"Your Majesty, what about the annual tax of 10 taels of silver for the Suzhou government, and you just let it go?"

Old Zhu wanted to watch the joke for a while, but seeing all the officials looking at him, he immediately waved to his grandson.

"Da Sun, why don't you look at the intersection?"

"Intersection point?"

When Zhu Yunxi heard this, his expression suddenly became strange.

In fact, the business tax in Ming Dynasty is really not high, only [-]% tax rate.

Compared with later generations, this tax rate seems to be nonexistent.

But Zhu Yunxi was still unwilling to hand it over, because he lacked the most money in the industry, and every penny he wanted would be broken into two flowers.

If according to the court's tax rate, Zhu Yunxi's silk workshop would have to pay at least 300 million taels of tax to the court every year, who wouldn't feel bad about it.

But now that Lao Zhu had spoken, he had to give Lao Zhu some face, and it was impossible for him to be indifferent.

"Grandfather, how much do you think is appropriate?"

Lao Zhu didn't answer when he heard this, but looked at Chen Zongli who was so anxious that he was about to cry.

"Old Chen, how much do you think a year's income is appropriate?"

When Chen Zongli heard this, he immediately began to think about it.Previously, the Suzhou government handed over 30 taels of silver to the court every year, but now that the emperor grandson has made such a big commotion, why should he be charged 100 million taels?

It's just that such a big lion's mouth will annoy His Majesty and the emperor's grandson?

Chen Zongli hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth immediately.

Can't handle that much anymore!
If the salary cannot be paid in full this year, the officials in the capital must stew him!
"Your Majesty, I feel that the emperor's grandson must pay at least 100 million taels of tax every year to be justified!"

"100 million taels?"

Old Zhu's heart skipped a beat when he heard this number, and thought that if there were so many at once, then Ni Sun would have to turn his face on the spot.

However, to his surprise, Zhu Yunxi agreed on the spot when he heard the number.

"Old Chen, this is what you said, 100 million taels per year!"

"Guyi will write you a check, and you can take it to Jinling Bank to withdraw money, even if you have paid all your taxes next year!"

Before Chen Zongli understood what was going on, Zhu Yunxi had already written the check and stuffed it into his hand.

Holding a check for 100 million taels of silver, Chen Zongli looked at Zhu Yunxie who was fleeing away, and suddenly felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

He felt as if he was missing!

If you just asked for 200 million taels, I guess the emperor grandson would agree, right?
In fact, Zhu Yunxi was already prepared to pay 300 million taels of tax silver. Now that he only needed 100 million taels after hearing that Chen Zongli had been crying for so long, he was overjoyed on the spot.

Lao Zhu also realized that something was wrong. Maybe Dasun originally wanted to give more, but his household secretary was too shallow, so he said the lowest amount...

But Lao Zhu didn't feel distressed, because no matter whether the court received 100 million taels or 200 million taels, it would not be a loss to him.

After all, grandson's money is also his own money!

While Chen Zongli Pidianpidian went to the bank to withdraw money, Zhu Yunxie sent all the Jinghaiwei out and conducted a three-month cruise along the coast to perform martial arts.

After enduring those sea merchants for more than half a year, Zhu Yunxi finally showed his fangs.

Taizhou Prefecture.

After Zhang Tianyou lost his halberd in Suzhou, he immediately ran to Taizhou.

One is to avoid the workshop owners who have been tricked by him, and the other is that the monsoon is here, and it is time for him to deliver goods to his trading partners.

At this time, the seaport of Taizhou is full of merchant ships from various countries, from North Korea and Japan in the east to Annan, Java, Sumatra, Sulu, Pahang, Siam and more than a dozen countries in the west.

However, just as they were about to load the ship, a fleet suddenly floated over the sea.

"Jiang Fan, a thousand-household officer of the Jinghai Navy, is ordered by the emperor's grandson to implement the policy of banning the sea. Anyone who dares to enter the water and trade with Fans without permission!"

"Kill without mercy!"

Zhang Tianyou saw Jing Haijun blocking his and overseas fan merchants' ships in the port, and his face turned blue with anger.

Because until Jing Haijun drove over, he didn't receive a signal from the Taizhou Guard!
You know, this Taizhou guard has been raised by their Zhang family all the time, and they don't even reveal anything to themselves?
Taizhou Guard Commander Shi Kuan was also very depressed, not because he didn't want to inform Zhang Tianyou, but because he couldn't get out of the guard!
"This superior, can you be more accommodating, the lower official's mother-in-law is really going to give birth, and the lower official has to go back..."

Hearing Shi Kuan's plea, a military officer in a shark suit snorted coldly.

"The emperor's grandson strictly ordered that during the martial arts performance, officers, soldiers and civilians of the coastal guards are not allowed to go to sea or camp!"

"Those who disobey the order will be beheaded!"

After Shen Wen said this, he deliberately raised his left arm that shone with metallic luster.

He used to belong to Longjiang Zuowei, but was injured on the battlefield and was temporarily assigned to Xingwuwei.

Without the grace of the emperor's grandson, he might be a useless person for the rest of his life.

Not only did the emperor's grandson not dislike them, but he also tailored fake arms and legs for them, making them look like normal people.

The emperor's grandson also rewarded him with a shark suit. It is said that the shark suit is more noble than Jin Yiwei's flying fish suit, which represents the emperor's grandson's license!
This is the grace of heaven and earth!
Now that the emperor's grandson sends them out to do things, they must be Ding and Mao must be Mao, and they can't be different in the slightest!
The grandson of the emperor said that no one can leave, so don't even try to sneak out of a mouse!

In fact, not only Taizhou Guard, but the entire Jiangnan Coastal Guard were sent to monitor by Shark Guard.

The so-called Shark Guards was a special force loyal to him formed by some of the disabled veterans that he picked from the disabled veterans Sapphire threw to him, following the example of Jin Yiwei.

Now the pockets are tied up, just waiting to catch the thief!
(End of this chapter)