Reborn and married to uncle, husband and wife teamed up to abuse scum.

Tang Gang was still lost in the wealth of the salt merchants. Tang Mo and Xin An came hand in hand. Looking at the room full of gifts, Xin Tang Mo briefly flipped through a few and joked, "Father has gained a lot today."

Xin An sat down aside. In her opinion, these gifts were a bit perfunctory.

In the eyes of salt merchants, these are panacea-like gifts, and any dignitary can get one.

"Put all these away."

The room soon became fresh, and Xin Kuan and Xin Huan came in, smelling of alcohol. The father and son drank the most today, and they still felt uncomfortable even after lying down for a while.

After they had their tea and felt more comfortable, Xin An asked first, "Does father have a rule?"

"This matter cannot be delayed for too long."

Tang Gang had come back to his senses. He put down his teacup and sighed, "They are all old foxes. They say whatever they want, but they don't say a single substantive word."

Tang Mo nodded in agreement, "I think even if we give them a plaque or something, they won't be interested. Many people have plaques of good deeds bestowed by the late emperor or the emperor hidden in their homes."

Xin Kuan and Xin Huan didn't say anything, just waiting for the charter.

Tang Gang just felt a headache. Seeing that he was trying to find evidence of the salt merchants' crimes to threaten them, Xin An knew that he had no good idea.

After some thought, he raised the corners of his lips and looked at Tang Gang, "Father, I have a way to help you raise far more than a million taels of silver, even tens of millions of taels, so that the court will not have to worry about money for a few years. It will allow you to achieve great success, but of course, you have to take risks. I wonder if father is willing to listen to it?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes were focused on her. Xin Kuan was a little anxious and didn't want her to stand out too much. He knew what kind of person Tang Gang was. If things were done well, it would be fine, but if they failed, he would turn against him.

Tang Mo was also a little curious, but he didn't blame Xin An for not telling him.

Tang Gang didn't believe that she had any real abilities other than those tricks she had in the backyard. In his eyes, even if she made some achievements in making friends, it was mostly due to money, and she would give gifts.

Xin An saw his doubt, but she was very confident in her idea. On the way back, she had been thinking about this matter, how to make the emperor happy, how to make those wealthy people willingly donate generously, and even continue to do so.

After returning, I saw with my own eyes the attitude of those salt merchants, and last night I had already formed my own ideas in my mind.

In her opinion, one million was still too little and it was probably not the emperor's real intention. The more donations she wanted, the better.

"Father doesn't want to listen?"

Tang Gang smiled indifferently, "Tell me about it?"

Xin An straightened his back and said, "Open a charity hall."

"Charity Hall?"

Xin Huan said there are charity halls in the city, and there is more than one.

Tang Gang didn't take it seriously, as he knew he shouldn't have any expectations.

Xin An said: "There are many kinds of charity halls. There are charity bureaus and elderly care centers in the city, but these are small-scale operations. What if a charity hall is opened in the name of the court?"

"The charity hall can help orphans, the elderly, students, etc. It can do anything, but we want this name."

"Announce to the public that the court has opened a charity hall to invite people with lofty ideals from all over the world to contribute to the country. No matter how much they donate, it will be registered and enshrined in front of the Bodhisattva in the name of the government. Those who donate more than 50,000 taels will have their names engraved on the inscription. Those who donate 100,000 taels will have their biographies written by the court. The highest donation is 100,000 taels. In addition, the charity hall will collect donations once every ten years. During this period, no one is allowed to collect donations without authorization. Violators will be punished severely."

Her eyes swept over several people. "One hundred thousand taels is not difficult for salt merchants. Donating once every ten years can also make them feel at ease. There are people who ask them to pay in the meantime. They have money, but they are also afraid that the fundraising will never end."

"Dad, if you were, would you do it?"

Xin Kuan smiled, "I would be even happier if you gave me another plaque written by the emperor himself. What is the name of the charity hall? If it is the Xin's Charity Hall, I am willing to pay another 200,000."

Tang Mo was excited. "We can improve it a little bit. For example, the court can issue a notice to clearly state the terms. For example, unless it is a critical moment for the survival of the country, no one can raise funds in the name of the court or the charity hall. In addition to severe punishments, we can also supervise each other, and if the report is true, we can reward a thousand taels of silver, etc., to increase the reliability of this matter."

Tang Gang asked, "Can the Charity Hall use so much silver?"

"It's useless, but hasn't the purpose of my father's trip been achieved?"

Xin An said: "If the charity hall can't use it, it will be handed over to the national treasury. It should be taken from the people and used for the people, such as improving the conditions of soldiers, or building bridges and roads. Instead of collecting a million taels of silver every year, it is better to let people pay all at once, so that they can feel at ease for a few years."

Tang Gang asked Xin Kuan how much silver Huaijiang could raise if this was the case. Xin Kuan thought for a moment and said, "If all the people participate, it can't be less than 7 or 8 million taels, and tens of millions of taels is also possible."

Tang Mo took a deep breath, "If it succeeds in Huaijiang, it can be rolled out nationwide. How much money will that cost?"

Xin An bewitched Tang Gang, "If this matter was brought up in the court, father might not be able to obtain such a good thing, but now that you are in Huaijiang, is there anyone more suitable than you?"

"If you can get a job as a national fundraising inspector, you will have done a great job. The downside is that you will be watched by many people. Everything has its pros and cons."

Tang Gang was tempted. He was conservative and unwilling to take risks. He wanted to maintain the glory of the Marquis' Mansion, but he still envied those who had made great achievements and were glorious. Xin An's proposal could achieve merit with low risks. As long as he let most people benefit, there would be no big problem.

Xin An was afraid that he might think wrongly, so he reiterated a point, "Since it is charity, charity should naturally come first. There should be a charter, such as funding students to study, funding students with limited financial resources to pursue academic success, etc. This should be implemented in a practical manner and in detail."

"It is also necessary to clearly state how much of the money raised should be left to the charity hall and how much should be handed over to the national treasury. This is for you to discuss."

Tang Mo thought it was great. Sure enough, he still had to look to his wife at the critical moment.

Xin Kuan was even more impressed with his own daughter, saying that she was truly a man with a special adventure.

Xin Huan's eyes were already full of stars, looking at his sister's admiring eyes, "Everyone can benefit from this proposal. Why not just say that the emperor cares about the people? This way, the emperor will also gain a good reputation, the national treasury will get silver, and donating a small amount of money will also make him proud and proud. After all, he is contributing to the country. Donating 100,000 will also bring benefits. That is the court personally writing a book and biography. Is this an honor that can be bought with a mere 100,000 taels?"

The key is that it only happens once every ten years. What if this good thing doesn’t happen again in ten years?

So this chance might only come once, and he has already begun to fantasize about having his name engraved on a stone tablet and about the imperial court writing a biography about him, so that he will be a glorious ancestor a hundred years later.