The old lady is reborn

The Minister of Outdoor Affairs had no idea what to do when he got this assignment, and he didn't dare to bring the matter to the public for discussion. After all, even His Majesty didn't mention it in the court.

We have to protect the royal family's reputation to some extent.

Regarding the memorial written by Zeng Chen from the Dali Temple, now we can only find this insider to ask about the situation and discuss it.

When he saw Zeng Chen, he could not help but complain: "Mr. Zeng, this memorial of yours has caused great trouble to my Ministry of Revenue.

This is a matter of both substance and appearance. The court cannot act without following the rules and regulations. If it seizes it by force, it will be used as an excuse. What can we do?"

Zeng Chen is a very strict person who always does things according to the law. He was a little confused after hearing about this.

On second thought, the people in the Jingzhao Yin Police Station knew most of the matter, except for the source of the gold.

Among these people, Huai'an has the best brain, and he is also half a royal member, so why not call him over to discuss the matter.

Zeng Chen was a down-to-earth man. He thought it was not a good idea to discuss this matter outside, so he invited the two of them to his home for dinner.

It was clearly a difficult problem for the Ministry of Revenue, but because he was the one who wrote the memorial, he was busy dealing with it.

When Huai'an arrived, they told him about this matter. Huai'an asked, "How many private gold mines are there in the whole country now?"

Minister of Finance: "At present, the gold mines in our dynasty are all owned by the imperial court. The coal mines are open to the public."

Huai'an asked again: "So this is the only privately owned gold mine? Is it a special case?"

The Minister of Revenue nodded: "That's right."

Huai'an said: "That's easy."

The Minister of Revenue's eyes lit up: "Do you have a way to get it back?"

Huai'an shook his head: "No need to take it back, it's the same.

Your Majesty wants the gold mine back because he wants the income and profits from the gold mine.

If you want to justify yourself, there is only one such company in the whole territory, so the Ministry of Revenue can just collect taxes.

"Impose heavy taxes, taxes that make it unprofitable for him. Collecting this heavy tax is the same as taking back the gold mine."

"That's great. If there is no profit to be made, perhaps they will give it up. Then it will be natural for the court to take over."

The Minister of Revenue immediately said goodbye and stood up to leave.

Zeng Chen said, "Why are you in such a hurry? Eat first and leave later."

The Minister of Revenue, however, was already thinking elsewhere: "I have to check how much gold this gold mine produced in a year before it became private property.

Since they are all mines owned by the imperial court, the previous figures should be there. If we want to collect this tax, the Ministry of Revenue must make sure it is accurate. "

He then said to Huai'an, "My Lord, I owe you a favor. Thank you, Lord Zeng." After saying that, he said goodbye and left.

Huai'an, thinking of his pregnant wife at home, also said goodbye and left. Zeng Chen was feeling a little lonely when his wife Yu Min came in with a bottle of "Peach Blossom Wine": "My dear, I'll drink two cups with you."

Zeng Chen was happy: "It is a blessing in life to have good wine and beautiful women by my side."

The Minister of Revenue was also a clever man. He did not simply give a high and vast number as the tax revenue for the gold mine, but instead came up with a tax formula and an algorithm.

It was a bit of a roundabout way to collect taxes on both the principal and the interest.

The mine owner had already sent a batch of gold ingots to Kyoto to the six kings, but they were seized in the blacksmith shop by the Jingzhao Yin. Now he had to pay such a large tax, so he had to give up some of the sweet profits from past years to make up the tax.

Thinking about having to pay such taxes every year in the future is almost like working for nothing all year round.

Thinking about the death of the Ninth Prince and the capture of the Sixth Prince, he could not help but feel fearful and began to think about retreating. But now, how could he retreat unscathed like an idler in a wealthy family?

Someone advised: "You have enjoyed wealth over the years, but it is not your own money. Give it away to keep yourself safe."

It seemed as if this heavy tax had the power of thunder, which frightened the gold mine owners far away in other counties. They understood the meaning of the tax, but were reluctant to give up what they had previously obtained.