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In an instant, Du Ruhui and Fang Xuanling's faces turned dark.

Li Ke had no expression on his face. He was obviously only a nine-year-old child, but he felt oppressed sitting on the chair.

Now no one knows what is going on with this method of making salt. If it annoys him, even His Majesty will not end well.

Thinking of this, the two fell silent.

Li Shimin pondered for a while, looking at his precious son, suddenly a warm current surged in his heart.

In the past, when there was no food, this little guy made potatoes, and later sweet potatoes, and some vegetables.

Now he has come up with the method of making salt.

All of this is like a windfall from heaven.

Li Shimin pondered for a long time in his heart. Yantie must be in the hands of Datang officials. Li Ke is still young, so it would be a big deal if he was handed over to him.

Children of the royal family, will they face outsiders?

This method is in Li Ke's hands, so Li Shimin can rest assured.

As for who would use this method to make salt privately for profit?
Just kidding, how the Turks died is still a mystery. Li Shimin has a deep understanding of Li Ke's strength.

Thinking of this, Li Shimin looked at Li Ke with a smile, his face was full of sincerity and request: "Ke'er, tell me, how do you plan to use this method of making salt?"

Li Ke smiled and looked at Li Shimin: "What do you think?"

Li Shimin smiled obsequiously: "Ke'er, I actually want to say that this salt and iron is the foundation of the people in the world, and it cannot fall into the hands of others."

"I want to see what your plan is, and then decide how to collect taxes."

Li Ke understood that Li Shimin wanted a piece of the action.

That's not right. Taxes are supposed to go into the national treasury. He wants to know how much money this thing can make.

Li Ke smiled lightly: "Well, it's easy to say, that's enough, let's stop here today, Cheng Yaojin, Wei Zheng, pack up your things, let's prepare for dinner."

Li Shimin saw that he was worried that Du Ruhui and Fang Xuanling had slipped up, so he waved his hand: "Forget it, let's stop here today."

In the middle of the night, Li Shimin was wearing a thick fur coat and trotting all the way, staggering and almost falling to the ground.

In Yong'an Garden, the lights were on in Li Ke's wing, and Daji was serving at the side.

"Master, are you waiting for someone?"

Li Ke sighed: "Wait for the emperor, who else can it be?"

"Master, today I see that the emperor seems to be thinking about it. Master really intends to use salt to make money?"

Daji also seemed to have misunderstood it, thinking that Li Ke wanted to make a large amount of salt and then make huge profits. After all, the current price of refined salt is not covered.

At this moment, Li Shimin opened the door and came in, shaking off the cold air from his body, Li Shimin rubbed his hands: "Ke'er, I'm here, please tell me quickly."

Li Ke got up slowly, "Isn't it just a little money, as for it."

Li Shimin was crying, a bit?Isn't it a billion points?

How many people in Datang?The statistics from the Ministry of Households is 300 million households. Li Shimin thinks that 2000 million people is already the ceiling of Datang's current population.

Calculated according to this figure, even if each person only eats a catty of salt every month, and a catty of salt earns them only one penny, that is 2000 million taels.

hiss……

There are twelve months in a year, that is 4000 million taels.

How much is the tax revenue of the Datang treasury in one year?Ten million taels!
That is to say, only needing to sell salt and earn only one penny can directly fill Datang's treasury, and the tax revenue is comparable to the sum of all taxes in the entire Datang.

Li Shimin didn't dare to think, he is a responsible monarch, when the salt was made and he picked up the jar, he had already thought about what he was going to do.

At that moment, the sky was salty, but Li Shimin's heart was wonderful.

Now he just needs to convince Li Ke not to sell it too expensive, at least it will be affordable for the people all over the world!

"Ke'er, the price of refined salt in the Tang Dynasty is extremely high now, and it's nearly two hundred yuan per catty. If we do the same, I'm afraid we won't be able to sell it."

Li Shimin said cautiously, now that all the key points are concentrated on Li Ke, Li Shimin dare not talk nonsense anymore.

Li Ke smiled faintly, already having a strategy in mind.

"Where is Datang salt and iron concentrated?"

"Uh, Ke'er, Wuji brought people to do this."

Li Ke nodded: "I know, he is the one who makes it, but refined salt is in high demand now, and the supply of dignitaries is in short supply. Ordinary people use coarse salt, the kind that costs thirty cents a catty, and tastes bitter."

"What do you think is the difference between coarse salt and refined salt for cooking? If you don't taste it carefully, you may not know it, but people just think that refined salt tastes better."

"Now the refined salt audience is gradually increasing. These people have made the eldest grandson's family a lot of money, so it's time to spit it out."

Li Shimin was startled: "Ke'er, what are you going to do? That's your uncle!"

"Hey, what are you thinking?" Li Shimin couldn't see through Li Keren's expression as a kid. These eyes were extremely clear, but they seemed to hide thunder from the deep sea.

"I just think that those people have earned a little too much from refined salt these years."

Li Shimin understood what Li Ke meant in an instant.

If Li Shimin was on the third floor before, then Li Ke was already on the fifth floor, or even the atmosphere.

What Li Ke has to do is to harvest these salt merchants first. They sell refined salt under the banner of government and merchants, and they have long been rich in the world. Li Ke will make them regret it.

After these people completely lose power, Li Ke will let the price of salt drop.

When Li Shimin was about to leave, he only said one sentence: Ke'er, it is not a pity for those people to die, but the people and your uncle are innocent.

In the second year of Zhenguan, when the second snowfall appeared, in Chang'an, in Qinglongfang, some people were already worried.

The people gathered in front of the salt merchant's shop, looking at the price of coarse salt that was rising every day, and fell into deep thought.

"What's going on, why did the salt price rise again this year?"

"I can't help it. I heard that the roads in Hebei and Shanxi are blocked by heavy snow. The carriages can't pass, and the salt can't be delivered."

"Then we can't raise the price. It's not like we don't have money. The price of coarse salt has increased. How can we live like this?"

"Didn't you see that the price of refined salt has also risen? They've all gone up!"

While everyone was discussing, the salt merchant's shop opened.

A waiter looked at the people who were queuing up with a smile on his face: "Everyone, there is not much coarse salt today, only one hundred catties, first come, first served."

As soon as these words came out, the crowd exploded in an instant, and there was a buzz of discussion, mixed with various voices of protest.

"what?"

"what happened!"

"It's nothing more than the price increase of coarse salt. We people can bear it. A catty of salt will last for half a month. You only have a hundred catties. Is it reasonable?"

The guy was not in a hurry, and looked at everyone with a smile: "Everyone, I'm really sorry, there are only so many. Today's price is [-] Wen per catty, and we won't wait until the expiration date."