Li Shimin

"Everyone, hurry up and get the consistent money, the old man has other things to do!"

"Yes, butler!"

Hearing this, those Mohists did not continue to be polite.

Everyone stepped forward, took out a consistent amount of money from the cash box, and put it into their own pockets.

Afterwards, Li Chang asked these Mohist practitioners to carry the cash box back into the house, and then walked out with the bandstand and other Mohisthist.

After explaining to a group of imperial guards, Le Tai and others were allowed to wander around in the Li Family Manor.

Then, he went to the construction site of the other courtyard.

Inside the house, after Li Chang left with the Mohists, Li Chengqian, Cheng Chusi and others turned their heads to look at Li Xuan.

"Master, you seem to value these ink masters very much!"

"nature!"

Li Xuan nodded with a smile on his face, "These ink masters are artisans who have undergone systematic training, and they all have their own understanding of all kinds of craftsmanship, which are much more useful than the craftsmen of Jiangzuojian and Shaofujian! "

Hearing this, Li Chengqian, Cheng Chusi and the others nodded subconsciously.

Among other things, they just need to know that the master values ​​these Mohists very much, and moreover, it needs to be more important than Na Yingqi and Wu Fu in the forge.

Night falls.

In a small mountain village more than ten miles away from Lijiazhuang.

Letai and other Mohist practitioners walked into the village with happy faces.

Immediately, without thinking about entering the house, he tossed and tumbled in the courtyard, carefully gathering tools and equipment together.

"Da Lang, what are you doing? But what happened?"

Hearing the movement, the woman in the house came out with a look of surprise on her face.

"happy event!"

Le Tai replied with a happy face, still tumbling around, and didn't stop until he turned out the last tool and packed it carefully.

He walked up to the woman, took off the purse from his waist, and handed it to the woman.

"Ma'am, now that we have money, we can try it in the future and eat the new snow salt in the city!"

"Ok?"

Hearing this, a trace of surprise flashed in the woman's eyes, and she couldn't help but be overjoyed after opening the purse in her hand.

Immediately, thinking of something, he was startled again.

He quickly looked towards the bandstand, his face full of nervousness.

"Da Lang, where did you get so much money? You must have invested in some powerful family?"

"Every time the woman guesses wrong, I really brought Uncle Tang and Ji Wen to join the noble family. However, I am waiting for the Jinwang family, which is the next door village, the Jinwang that Lao Zhang and the others often praise! "

Le Tai explained: "That King Jin is not only proficient in craftsmanship and manufacturing, but also acts very similar to my Mohist family. Maybe the hope of my Mohist family's revival is that King Jin!"

"Besides, that King Jin is very generous in his actions, Madam, don't worry!"

"It's good for Dalang to have a decision in his heart..."

The woman nodded worriedly, then walked into the house holding the purse tightly.

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Inside Chang'an City.

With the sale of snow grain salt, the atmosphere became more and more tense.

All the aristocratic families, even a group of officials, these days, have serious faces and heavy thoughts.

Something big has happened.

I don't know where the rumors came from, that the newly opened salt shops in Chang'an City were opened by His Majesty.

Moreover, the snow grain salt sold in those salt shops is refined salt boiled in the Hedong Salt Pond under His Majesty's new salt-making method.

Every sentence of these rumors has a certain style.

In particular, some people firmly believed in the gloomy aura that enveloped the city.

Every day or two, the managers of various aristocratic families would gather together to discuss some matters with gloomy faces.

"Report to Your Majesty, the price of salt in many salt shops in Chang'an City has increased!"

Inside the Liangyi Hall, Fang Xuanling reported to Li Shimin with a serious face.

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Chapter 246 Stick to the rules!

"price goes up?"

Li Shimin was stunned, "How much has it increased?"

"Returning to Your Majesty, in the past, a catty of bitter salt cost five Wen. Now, a catty of bitter salt has risen to seven Wen!" Fang Xuanling said hastily.

"You know, why did those salt merchants raise their prices?" Li Shimin asked.

"Back to Your Majesty, those salt merchants say that no one buys Qinghai salt, so in order not to lose money, they can only sell bitter salt!"

As he spoke, Fang Xuanling glanced at Li Shimin cautiously.

He also knew what those salt merchants were thinking, but he knew all the inside information, so he couldn't say much.

"Humph!"

Sure enough, Li Shimin's expression darkened immediately.

"It's really ridiculous. Those salt merchants think that I sell the snow grain salt at a low price. No one will buy their Qinghai salt. Come and put pressure on me!"

"Your Majesty, originally five cents a catty of bitter salt was a huge burden for many people. Now, a catty of bitter salt has directly increased to seven cents, and many people can't even afford salt!"

Fang Xuanling pretended not to hear what Li Shimin said, and continued.

Salt is as important as food to all people in the world.

Once a person lacks salt, he will be weak and weak, and he will have little strength.

Now, within a few days of the end of spring plowing, it is time for the common people to work and earn money. If there is a sudden lack of salt to eat, the people around the entire Chang'an City will suffer.

But now, those aristocratic families are only raising the price of salt for Chang'an City.

If the prices of the entire Tang Dynasty increase, it will be the greatest disaster for the people of the world.

Hearing this, Li Shimin couldn't help but sigh heavily.

"Li Wei, the Hedong Salt Factory, how much refined salt has it accumulated now?"

Li Wei on the side quickly took a few steps forward, bowed his hands to Li Shimin and saluted: "His Majesty, the Hedong Salt Pond has accumulated five thousand stones of refined salt so far!"

"Five thousand stones!"

Hearing this, Li Shimin couldn't help frowning slightly.

One person needs one catty of salt per month, and Chang'an city needs at least one million catties of salt per month, which is more than 100 stones of refined salt.

Five thousand stones of refined salt is not even enough for Chang'an City to supply a month's worth of table salt.

"Can the salt man cook a large amount of sub-salt? It doesn't need snow grains to make it white and flawless, as long as it is not bitter!"

Li Shimin asked slowly.

"Returning to Your Majesty, I don't know, I will send someone to let the salt people hurry up to test!"

Li Wei hurriedly cupped his hands in salute.

"Ok!"

Li Shimin nodded slightly.

Li Wei cupped his hands in salute, and stepped back quickly.

Afterwards, Li Shimin turned his head again and looked at Fang Xuanling.

"I need to trouble Xuanling again to talk to those aristocratic families about this matter!"

"The minister obeys the order!"

Fang Xuanling bowed his hands lightly and understood Li Shimin's intention, that is to let him, the Shangshu left servant, go find those family members and delay the time.

"Thank you Xuanling!"

Seeing this, Li Shimin couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Fang Xuanling had just become Shang Shu Zuo Pushe, so he had to go to those aristocratic families to take the blame for him.

"It is a blessing for me to be able to do my best for the well-being of all people in the world!"

Fang Xuanling hastily cupped his hands in salute.

Immediately, he bid farewell to Li Shimin and left in a hurry.

"Hey, Fang Xiang, you are in a hurry, what are you doing?"

At the gate of the palace, the anxious Cheng Zhijie almost bumped into Fang Xuanling who was walking out quickly.

"Let's go!"

Fang Xuanling slowly cupped his hands towards Cheng Zhijie, and left in a hurry.

"Tsk tsk, when the new official takes office, his demeanor is different!"

Seeing this, Cheng Zhijie raised his eyebrows and slammed his mouth for a long time, then thought of his purpose, stared back at the crowd around him, turned around, and hurriedly walked towards the Hall of Liangyi.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, a big deal!"

Before entering the hall, Cheng Zhijie's loud voice had already reached Li Shimin's ears.

Then, with big strides, he rushed into the hall.

"What a big event that makes Duke Su so anxious?"

Li Shimin looked helpless.

"Your Majesty, the Mohist has appeared!"

Cheng Zhijie looked around and said cautiously.

Seeing Cheng Zhijie's posture, Li Shimin couldn't help but stare, and then his expression changed drastically after he came back to his senses.

"Are you sure you are an ink curer?"

"Return to Your Majesty, Lao Cheng is definitely a Mohist, and there are not only one person, but a large group!"

Cheng Zhijie was full of excitement.

"Where are those people?"

Li Shimin asked quickly.

"Return to Your Majesty, those Mohists are currently in Lijiazhuang!" Cheng Zhijie replied.

"Don't bring people here quickly..."

As he spoke, Li Shimin couldn't help but shut his mouth.

He gave Cheng Zhijie a hard look.

Regarding this, Cheng Zhijie just looked at Li Shimin expectantly.

Seeing this, Li Shimin's face was full of helplessness, and after a moment of change in expression, he stood up directly.

"Let's go, follow me to take a look at those Mohists!"

"Your Majesty is wise!"

Cheng Zhijie's face was full of joy.

Afterwards, a group of people changed into casual clothes and hurried to Lijiazhuang.

For a person like Li Xuan who likes to make things from time to time, ink masters are a group of treasures and the most powerful assistants.