Daqin: The First Emperor glimpsed the secrets of heaven, my son is a cultivator of immortality

"So, what do you want to do, is there a way?"

Yingzheng towards the problem of winking the night.

"Old man, do you know the paper produced by the Chenxing Commercial Company?"

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng was a little stunned.

"This paper, I know."

"I heard that this paper is as white as jade, simple to write, easy to preserve, but the price is too expensive, just that thin one, all need the price of a thousand dollars."

When Ying Zheng said this, he couldn't help but complain a few words: "Originally, I was going to purchase a batch of paper in large quantities, but because of this price, the government library really couldn't afford it, so I didn't buy it in the end." "

Immediately afterwards, Huan Zheng's words changed: "Lao Jiu, I didn't know that this Chenxing Commercial Company was yours before, but now that I know, why don't you lower the price of paper?" "

"The price of a roll of bamboo is only three hundred dollars."

Hearing this, Huan Ziye asked rhetorically: "Then old man, do you think that bamboo Jian can write more words, or bamboo Jane has more words?" "

"Besides, most of the trading partners of this paper are those nobles and gentlemen, they have money in their hands, I don't buy it more expensive, and I'm sorry for their noble status."

"You see, now, aren't many nobles and people in the world proud to have this thin white piece of paper like the wings of a cicada?"

Hearing the words 500, Ying Zheng was speechless.

He had to admit that it was precisely because this paper was sold expensive, so those nobles and gentlemen felt that this paper was indeed a very precious thing.

Especially when Chenxing Commercial Company sold these papers, it gave a sentence - the book has its own face like jade, and the book has its own golden house.

Needless to say, it's true.

However, Ying Zheng thought about it carefully, and then asked Huan Ziye: "Between you and my father and son, don't hide it, you tell me honestly, how much does this paper cost?" "

Hearing this question from Ying Zheng, Huan Ziye smiled.

"Ten dollars."

"If it can be mass-produced, it can even be reduced to five dollars a piece."

Belch!

At this moment, Ying Zheng was shocked and choked.

Don't say anything about five dollars, just say ten.

Something for ten dollars, you buy a thousand.

A hundred times more profit.

At this moment, Ying Zheng's whole person was stupid.

This is simply more powerful than robbery.

The wealth he had obtained after fighting so hard for so many years was nothing compared to the profit of the paper of Win Ziye.

At this moment, Ying Zheng's eyes instantly turned red.

If standing in front of him was Huan Ziye, his son, and also the prince of Daqin, he would definitely try his best to snatch this thing over.

"So if you produce at full capacity, how much paper can you produce in a day?"

Ying Zheng was a little curious.

"Not much, that's 100,000 pieces."

As the emperor, Ying Zheng counts well.

100,000 sheets a day, 1,000 dollars a piece, which means that if you sell all these papers, you can earn 100 million dollars a day (of course, the actual situation is that these 100,000 sheets of paper basically take about ten days to sell out).

And Daqin's annual taxes seem to be about 180 million yuan.

It is equivalent to selling paper for two days at night, which can be worth the tax of Daqin for one year.

This is not that Daqin's taxes are relatively low, in fact, Daqin's taxes are quite high, after all, even after the domination of the world, the thinking concept of the government has not changed, and Daqin is actually a wartime economic system.

In this case, the people's overall tax may even reach one-third or even two-thirds.

However, the taxes of the Qin Dynasty are indeed very heavy, but don't use the ten taxes of the Han Dynasty to squeeze the Qin Dynasty.

After all, the so-called ten taxes of the Han Dynasty were only a tax on acres of land, not including the poll tax. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

On the whole, the taxes paid by the common people in the early Han Dynasty were about one-fifth to one-third.

Of course, in the time of Emperor Wudi of Han, in order to conquer the Xiongnu, the tax on acres of land was not changed, but the poll tax and conscription could be increased, and the overall tax rate at that time should be no different from the period of (addh) Qin Shi Huang.

Anyway, on the whole, the people in ancient times had a very difficult life, and most of the money was taken away by the two important forces of the imperial court and the landlord.

Generally speaking, if you can leave about one-fifth of the grain in the end, it is already excellent.

This is the suffering of the people and the suffering of the dead people.

Of course, the biggest problem why Daqin's tax income was so low in the end was that the main body of his taxes was the lowest people, but those who reached the rank of scholar did not have to pay taxes.

It is often true that these nobles and nobles accounted for ninety-five percent of the world's wealth, or more.

After all, before Daqin, and even in the present of Daqin, there were strong remnants of slavery.

The slave himself is the property of the master, how can he still have wealth.

Therefore, compared to the money of the poor ghosts collected by the government of the victory, the paper of the night of the victory is the money of the scholars.

As for the lowest people?

Getting rid of the situation that it is difficult to survive, it is too difficult for them to take out extra money to read and write.

So in the face of Ying Zheng's ugly expression, Huan Ziye said a classic sentence.

"Old man, I'm different from you, I never scrape the money of poor ghosts."

"So whose money do you scrape?"

"Whoever has money, I will scrape whose money, so old man, who do you think is the richest person in Daqin?"

Hearing this, Ying Zheng fell silent.

He suddenly felt like a fool.

Yes, he stared at the stars and a half of the Qian chiefs who were almost sold into slavery every day, but he never thought of taking money from the hands of those nobles and nobles.

Isn't this asking for rain in the desert!

Silly!

Huan Ziye continued, "In just three short years, through the paper in my hand, I have cultivated five thousand people who can read and write, and five hundred of them are enough to talk about the past and the present with the scholars of the hundreds of families. "

"Some of the 1,500 of them can manage basic affairs in any county in Daqin, and some can fight in the army and serve as a captain of a middle-level general."

"And the last three thousand people, I am ready to let them serve as the teachers of my upcoming Chenxing Academy."

"Their goal is to train 100,000 people who can read and write for me in three years."

"Old man, you think that I dare to break the table with the Confucians because of impulse, but in fact, everything is under my control."

"Even now, I can also transfer a thousand people to various counties of Daqin at any time, and they will be the most advantageous battle for me to control Daqin in the future."