From confessing to Jiang Nansun a hundred times, he began to live forever

Chapter 87
"Your Majesty's words are very kind!" Qiao Bin praised: "What a superior person should do is not to make random suspicions, not to doubt people, not to be suspicious when employing people."

"As long as you remember this, my lord, it is actually not difficult to deal with the affairs of the court. After all, the Ming Dynasty has been established for more than 80 years, and some catastrophes already have a complete solution plan. These things are completely left to the courtiers. Do."

"As for whether this subject is worth entrusting... The prince can discuss it with Lord Yu. To put it bluntly, if Lord Yu dies in the future, there will always be someone to take his place."

Yu Qian nodded, approved of Qiao Bin's statement, and added: "Moreover, the imperial court now has relevant regulations for various decrees, and even if the prince is willing in the future, he can choose some policies suitable for the current situation from the former emperor's policies. Promulgated."

"Being the emperor... is it so simple?" Zhu Qiyu asked with a look of surprise.

"Hehe, what does your lord think you need to do to be an emperor?" Qiao Bin asked back.

"This... I don't know."

"It's very simple, gun barrel, pen barrel and money bag."

"A gun? A long gun?"

"My lord, you can understand that it is the Beijing camp. After the defense of the capital, you will re-establish the Beijing camp. Here you can refer to Emperor Taizu and Emperor Taizong. They inspect the Beijing camp every day to ensure that the military orders are smooth and the entire army It's all in your own hands, and only with this will you truly have confidence."

"What about the pen?" Zhu Qiyu asked while frantically remembering.

"The pen is to control public opinion. You can simply understand this public opinion as a statement that is beneficial to you. In addition, you must pay special attention to the fact that if you want to grasp the pen, you need to have a group of literati. For example, the prince wants to implement a certain policy. Take the tofu nao that must be salty as an example, then those who like tofu nao with sugar in it will inevitably jump out to oppose your policy. If you control the pen at this time, you can easily deal with it, so as to seize the general trend and suppress it. Anyone who opposes your policies."

"Salty tofu brain?" Zhu Qiyu was thoughtful.

After recovering, Zhu Qiyu asked curiously: "Mr. Qiao, what kind of tofu nao do you like?"

"Spicy." Jobin replied casually.

Zhu Qiyu: "?"

"Mr. Qiao, what exactly does this purse refer to?" Yu Qian asked curiously.

"My lord Yu... this is money, of course." Jobin said with a natural expression on his face.

Yu Qian: "..."

"Hehe, just kidding, in fact, the money bag is money in the final analysis, the treasury is full, and the internal treasury is overflowing. This is actually because the money bag is firmly grasped."

"But...how exactly?" Zhu Qiyu became more and more curious.

"The money bag... is nothing more than two ways to increase revenue and reduce expenditure."

"I would like to hear the details." Yu Qian said respectfully.

Although he is the minister of the Ministry of War and has been a local scroll for 19 years, he only has a vague concept of it.

This is not because Yu Qian is not smart, but because of the limitations of the times.

"Let's talk about throttling first." Qiao Bin asked with a smile: "My lord, you have lived in this palace since you were a child. You should be tired of seeing every plant and tree in the palace. If you become the emperor in the future, you Will you move to the palace?"

"This... should be?" Zhu Qiyu asked with some uncertainty: "Is there any problem?"

"The imperial palace is very big." Qiao Bin said pointedly: "So there are filth and evil people inside. The palace is small, but it is enough to ensure the safety of the prince's family."

Zhu Qiyu was startled, cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

If he was skeptical about Jobin's words before, then at this moment, he really believed it.

"The palace at this time is the palace of the emperor, not the palace of the prince. If I say this, you should understand?" Qiao Bin asked back with a smile.

Zhu Qiyu nodded with a serious face.

"So even if the prince really ascends the throne in the future, he can still live in the palace. It's not a big deal."

"But...Mr. Qiao, is this a bit impolite?" Yu Qian couldn't help asking.

Zhu Qiyu nodded frantically aside.

"Then the prince can definitely ask the person who raised this question..." Qiao Bin joked with a smile: "Does this lord want to know how many grains of rice are eaten in the palace?"

"Hiss—" Yu Qian gasped.

Zhu Qiyu beside him also widened his eyes.

This heartbreaking sentence is really too lethal.

Such a question, let alone other courtiers, even Yu Qian couldn't bear it!

Seeing the reaction of the two, Qiao Bin smiled and continued to add: "The fundamental way to save money is to save money, not to save some key expenses for the sake of saving. For example, the reason why the combat effectiveness of the Beijing camp before Then the crotch pulling is because of the move of prospering culture and destroying martial arts, of course, the prince has also seen the end, I believe the prince does not want to follow in the footsteps of the emperor, right?"

"Of course not!" Zhu Qiyu shook his head quickly.

He was really scared.

"Mr. Qiao, we have already understood this throttling, but this open source..." Yu Qian asked curiously: "Could Mr. Qiao still be able to change money?"

"sure."

"what?"

"Hehe, just kidding." Qiao Bin smiled and explained casually: "Before explaining open source, I have a question. The prince and Lord Yu can think about it together."

"Please say."

"Emperor Taizong conquered Mobei five times in his life, and also occupied Annan, and compiled the "Yongle Dadian". If we only rely on the taxes set by Emperor Taizu, is it possible?"

The taxes of the Ming Dynasty were basically set by Emperor Taizu, that is, Zhu Yuanzhang.

And it hasn't changed much until now.

This has led to the fact that everything Jobin said above cannot be filled by the tax that is not enough to fit the gap between the teeth.

"Master Yu, isn't this tax enough?" Zhu Qiyu hadn't paid attention to this aspect before. After all, he didn't want to die yet, so it's normal not to know.

Yu Qian naturally knew that those taxes were not enough.

"None of these items can be filled by taxes." Yu Qian said truthfully.

"Ah? Then why did Emperor Taizong have so much money?" Zhu Qiyu asked a key question.

"Hehe, if the prince wants to understand this problem, then he might as well recall what else did Emperor Taizong do?"

"Compiling the "Yongle Canon"...Wuzheng Mobei...Occupy Annan...Send the Sanbao eunuch to the Western Ocean...Wait! Could it be the Western Ocean?" Zhu Qiyu asked with a suddenly enlightened expression.

"My lord is wise!" Jobin praised with a smile.

Zhu Qiyu beamed with joy.

Although Qiao Bin is younger than him, but Qiao Bin's analysis before has made Zhu Qiyu unknowingly regard Qiao Bin as an elder.

The ancients said that those who have mastered are teachers.

So in Zhu Qiyu's eyes at this time, Qiao Bin has become a teacher.

So to be able to get his praise, naturally very happy.

"Mr. Qiao means... to open the sea ban?" Yu Qian asked the key point, "but the sea ban is not easy to open."

Zhu Qiyu also understood the crux of the problem, and looked at Qiao Bin eagerly.

"My lord, let's do a calculation." Qiao Bin didn't explain, but said with a smile: "How much is a piece of our Daming porcelain?"

"Uh—it's hard to say about this orphan."

"It's the dishes and stuff."

"Oh, that's cheap, usually a few pennies."

"If these porcelains are placed in the countries of the Western Regions, they will be worth at least a hundred taels or a thousand taels."

"How much...how much?" Zhu Qiyu almost choked on his saliva, and asked with an incredulous expression: "A hundred taels, a thousand taels? How is it possible?"

"No...it's very possible." Yu Qian looked at Qiao Bin with a complicated expression, and for a while, he felt a sense of unreality.

"Master Yu... Mr. Qiao is telling the truth?" Zhu Qiyu's eyes widened.

Although he is an idle prince, he still knows the purchasing power of money.

Not to mention a thousand taels, even if it was a hundred taels, it would be good for him to have this much money a month.

What's more, his salary is usually a discount.

There is not much money.

It is even more impossible to have hundreds or even thousands of taels.

"My lord, let me ask you another question. Who do you think has the most money in this world?"

"Of course it's...wait...the inner treasury doesn't know, the national treasury shouldn't have much, right? I heard Jin Shangshu crying poor before." Zhu Qiyu came back to his senses and asked puzzledly: "I don't know."

"The richest people in the world are naturally those wealthy families. They would rather melt silver taels into silver winter melons and bury them in the pigsty than take them out for circulation."

"Silver melon? Pig pen? This..." Zhu Qiyu obviously received too much knowledge today, and was a little at a loss for a while.

"Hehe, it's a bit off topic." Qiao Bin didn't want to say more, and changed the subject with a smile, "My lord, are there any spices in the food you eat and use now?"

"Spice? Yes, it's very expensive, I..." Zhu Qiyu really planned to introduce his specialty side proudly, but after seeing Yu Qian's expression turned pale, he stopped talking all of a sudden.

"Mr. Qiao... Is there... something wrong?"

"Hehe, Master Yu has already guessed it." Qiao Bin said with a smile: "These spices are not owned by the Ming Dynasty, but why since Emperor Taizong, the sea ban is still there, but these things can still be bought. where?"

"Mr. Qiao means... someone used the sea ban as a cover to steal the sea route of Emperor Taizong?" Yu Qian's voice was full of bitterness.

"Hehe, that's right." Qiao Bin nodded, and said with a smile: "At that time, Emperor Taizong pulled a whole boat full of porcelain, and when he arrived there, he sold the porcelain for a few pennies in a way that was close to plundering. Hundreds of thousands of taels, and then use these silver taels to buy spices, and the price of spices over there is only a few pennies per catty."

"Hiss—" the two gasped in unison.

"How expensive the spices are, I don't believe I need to tell you, the two of you know that too, right?"

"I just remember a spice that was popular in the capital a while ago, the price was five taels of silver... one tael, wouldn't that be... hiss — 80 taels!" After Zhu Qiyu calculated this number, the whole person was almost excited jumped up.

"This group of people... damn it!" He was so excited that his back molars were almost broken.

A few pennies a catty, and it costs 80 taels a catty when shipped back!
One tael is equal to a thousand wen, and 80 taels is equal to [-] wen!

Tens of thousands of times the profit!

This is not making money, this is stealing money, right?

No, stealing money is not so ruthless!
Even Yu Qian felt his scalp tingling.

A profit of tens of thousands of times, this...

This is too exaggerated.

(End of this chapter)