Chat Group of Myriad Worlds of Tang Dynasty

Just when the two monarchs and ministers looked at each other, Li Shimin was thinking about countermeasures and could not sell Li Ke.

And Changsun Wuji was also thinking about countermeasures, how to reduce the cost if he couldn't continue to sell high-priced salt in the future, the eunuch on the side strode in, crying with joy.

"Your Majesty, congratulations to Your Majesty, congratulations to Your Majesty, the salt price in Chang'an has dropped!"

Li Shimin was stunned: "Where does the joy come from? Tell me!"

This eunuch is the messenger of Wei Zheng and Li Shimin. At this time, he looked at the eldest grandson Wuji, then at Li Shimin, knelt on the ground, and said loudly, "Your Majesty, the price of salt in Chang'an has dropped today. Twenty cents a catty. Still refined salt."

"The old slave asked the shopkeeper that the price of Weihe salt was low. He said that the road blocked by heavy snow has been broken, and now it is unimpeded. From now on, there will be no expensive salt in Datang. If you can eat salt, you can eat good salt!"

Changsun Wuji's face suddenly became stiff.

He didn't dare to raise his head, as if there was a weight on his head, he finally understood that it was not anyone but the Emperor Datang who was behind this matter.

He thought of grabbing what he said just now before saying it, and suddenly there was a panic on his face.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, His Majesty."

"This is auspicious!"

Changsun Wuji was about to cry, his eyes were full of tears, but he had a smile on his face, he couldn't help it, dare he not smile?

"Wuji, didn't you say you wanted to..."

"Your Majesty, I believe that the most important thing is that the people of the world can eat good salt. From now on, when the price of salt comes down, the people of the world will definitely be grateful to His Majesty, and the Tang Dynasty will surely enjoy long-term peace and stability!"

Li Shimin smiled faintly, "Well said! Wuji, I order you to start now and add a clause in the Tang law that the salt and iron business can only be done by the Tang government, and the price should not be high!"

Changsun Wuji understood that he had no chance to get involved in the two businesses of salt and iron.

Li Shimin said that the price should not be high, which means that his previous price was extremely high, and the people in the world were miserable, but how could there be so much salt in the world.

Twenty cents a catty, is this pawning off all the underwear?

"Your Majesty, I will do it now!"

"By the way, Wuji, from today onwards, the eldest grandson's family will be in charge of smelting iron. As for the refined salt, let's not worry about it for now. I will find someone to do it."

Li Shimin's words were like a death sentence, and Changsun Wuji knew the ending when he understood Li Shimin's meaning.

A companion is like a tiger, you can take what is given to you, and you can't take what is not given to you, even if it is placed in front of you.

The pattern of the world is about to change, how much is the profit of salt, the world is short of salt, and the nobles earn a lot of money, that is the past.

Now, everyone has to tighten their belts to live.

……

The price of salt at [-] Wen is not too high, it happens to be a price acceptable to the common people.

For a moment, the eldest grandson Wuyou who had just made a decision immediately vomited blood.

After spitting out a mouthful of old blood, he only felt that his eyes were darkened, and he fell to the ground directly.

The salt merchants on the side sat slumped on the ground one by one, crying miserably.

They have been sucking blood for a long time, and now they have no convenience, and they can no longer earn this benefit.

What to do with the mountain of salt in your hand?
At this time, a salt merchant said cruelly: "Everyone, since the price of salt has been set, it means that those people are definitely not afraid of us."

"We can't stand the toss. If this continues, the salt will not be sold, and the money will not be returned."

"It's better not to do one thing, but to keep doing it, and pay the same price as them, as much as you can get back!"

Two hundred Wen a catty, to twenty Wen a catty, the difference of ten times is enough to make any businessman directly suffer the disaster of extinction.

In Chang'an City, when the common people could suddenly eat cheap fine salt, they were all very excited.

Standing in front of more than a dozen shops, Wei Zheng looked at the smiling faces of the common people, and suddenly felt that the depression in his chest had disappeared.

"That's right!"

"That's right!"

Wei Zheng was excited, holding half a pancake in his hand, which he bought in the morning when he didn't have time to eat breakfast, but seeing the excited people in the crowd, Wei Zheng suddenly felt that he was not hungry anymore.

At the very least, you can't eat cakes today, and you have to have a good meal if you want to eat it.

Thinking of this, Wei Zheng walked towards the pork dealer in the East Market, at least not buying a pig?

His Highness definitely won't do anything, and he can't always bother the woman next to His Highness. It seems that he has enough food and clothing by doing it himself.

Some families are happy and some are sad, the wheel of history runs over the world rapidly, leaving behind not only the mess, but also new shoots.

Wearing a fish-dragon suit and holding a folding fan in his hand, Li Shimin walked gracefully in Chang'an. On both sides of Zhuque Street, people came and went, and Li Shimin was extremely satisfied.

After casually entering a tavern, Li Shimin heard a lot of people talking about one thing.

Snapped!
As soon as Li Shimin sat down, he was instantly frightened by the gavel.

"It is said that in Chang'an, there is a strange person."

"You are a guest in the open and in the dark, playing with the clouds and fog!"

"This matter started half a month ago..."

Li Shimin was attracted by the storyteller. With a glass of wine and a bite of beef, there was someone watching him all the time in a corner of the restaurant not far away. The guards in the palace were more clever than one another. They have already arranged everything.

Comfort is comfort, but why does the storyteller get more and more wrong the more he listens?

"The mysterious man turned his hands into the sky, turned his hands into rain, touched stones into gold, and turned snow into salt. In this way, he broke the salt merchants in Chang'an. From then on, Datang only had twenty liters of fine salt, and there were no more. Ten cash for coarse salt, not to mention two hundred cash for refined salt!"

The storyteller's voice fell, and there was a sound of applause, and the crowd was extremely jubilant.

"it is good!"

"well said!"

"That mysterious man is really powerful!"

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

Li Shimin was very curious about the storyteller's words. Except for the salt making part, the other parts seemed to be participated by the storyteller himself. How did he know?
Li Shimin got up, threw down a silver coin, and left the restaurant. Then he went to Dongshi, Xishi, and Pingkangfang. There are many storytellers. As long as the storytellers in Chang'an have something new, they will definitely be sought after. .

Today's story is surprisingly consistent.

Li Shimin was suspicious, could it be that his own people leaked the news?
All the salt merchants in Chang'an were dumbfounded. The other party was a conspiracy, but where did they get so much salt?
This matter has to be clarified, right?

Is it really Baixue salt?
hiss……

When Li Shimin saw Liang Sidao recommended by Wei Zheng, he suddenly understood that it wasn't Li Ke who was promoting this matter, but who was it?
My son, every operation with his hands is unpredictable.

Obviously the salt merchant is gone, so why tell the whole thing?