Guo Song didn't have the heart to be courteous to them, so he asked about the salt mining situation straight to the point, the salt storage in the Shanzhou warehouse can only support two months, if after two months, the output here can't keep up, then the trouble is a bit big.

Xie Huaien has been here for more than ten days, and he has been carefully surveying the situation of the white salt pond to determine the mining location and prepare for the next large-scale mining.

He already knew the situation of the White Salt Pond well, he bowed down and said: "Your Highness Qiqi, the humble post is almost ready, it has been decided to start boiling salt in ten days, two thousand salt-boiling soldiers are ready, the first three months to produce 50,000 stone of salt per month, three months later can reach 100,000 stone, plus the salt field of Hehuang Qinghai Lake, the monthly output of 200,000 stones, can reach the previous monthly output." ”

The salt tax of one stone of salt is consistent money, 200,000 yuan per month, 2.4 million yuan a year, which can pay 200,000 yuan of military salaries, and then add the profits of wine, and the problem of military salaries can be solved.

However, Guo Song also knows that the cost of mining salt here, involving labor, fuel, transportation, etc., must be relatively high, at least 30 yuan per bucket of salt, no way, the price of salt will definitely rise to 130 yuan per bucket of salt.

Although the price has increased by 20 wen compared to before, compared with the high price of salt of hundreds of wen per bucket in other places, the price of salt he sells to the people is still quite low, and the people should be able to accept it.

Thinking of this, Guo Song breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "How long can this salt lake be mined?" ”

Xie Huaien sighed and said: "This salt lake is relatively small, it can last for ten years at most, and there are several salt lakes in the north, but in the desert, it is difficult to mine. ”

"Ten years is enough!"

Guo Song said with a smile: "The real salt production still depends on sea salt, and we can't even see a piece of the sea in ten years." ”

Xie Huaien scratched his head and smiled: "Your Highness is right, you are narrow-minded. ”

Guo Song sighed and said: "I think you should also know that the salt storage capacity of the Shanzhou warehouse can only last for two months, and the salt tax is related to the military salary, and you have a heavy responsibility on your shoulders. ”

"Back to His Royal Highness, there are no other problems, the biggest problem now is the warehouse, I discussed with the Lan County Order, first borrow the official warehouse in the county, and build a salt warehouse at the same time, and then speed up the transportation and circulation of salt, and I hope that it can be guaranteed on the ship."

Guo Song immediately said: "Yes, I have specially approved 600 salt ships, divided into three teams, and let them be transported on the Yellow River without interruption." ”

"If that's the case, the big problem is basically solved."

..........

Guo Song stayed in Yanzhou for two days, and then went directly from Yanzhou to Xiaoguan to return to Chang'an, he did not go to Fengzhou this time, but Chang'an still has a lot of things waiting for him to deal with, he has no time to go, so he can only wait for the next time to go to Chang'an.

Time in May, the weather is gradually getting hotter, Chengdu has been raining these days, although it is very cool, but the sky is always gloomy, the air humidity is too great, all day clothes and rooms are wet, very uncomfortable.

The imperial court in Chengdu is also as gloomy and dreary as the weather, the military power and financial power are firmly controlled by the eunuchs, the northern government has been openly established, involving the army and the money and grain appropriation, must be sent to the northern ya, approved by the eunuchs, the distribution of power is clear, and the north and south yas have been safe and sound in the past few months.

But Nanya's government is very boring, and more importantly, there is no hope, and the government is also low, and the officials have to get by, and everyone is vying to go to the local government, even if it is a county order, it is better than being a squire in the court.

Coupled with the rainy days, many ministers from the north began to miss the sunny weather in the north, and they also missed their hometown even more.

At noon on this day, on the third floor of Chengdu Wangjiang Restaurant, there were two middle-aged men sitting next to a window seat, the two were about fifty years old, they looked gentle and elegant, and their bearing was extraordinary.

Wen Ji poured Wei Jian a glass of wine and asked curiously, "That case is closed like this?" ”

Wei Jian sighed and said, "What if the case is not closed, Song Chaofeng took over the store, and you can still confiscate his shop?" ”

The two were talking about an absurd case, there was a century-old shop selling cloth on Chengdu West Street, and the shopkeeper closed the shop because of his father's death, so he closed the shop and went to Meizhou to go to his father's funeral, and returned to Chengdu a few months later, only to find that the store was occupied by the teahouse next door.

The two sides quarreled, but the owner of the teahouse took out the title deed and house deed, which clearly showed that the scope of his shop included the cloth shop, so that there were two legal land deeds and house deeds, and the two sides began to fight a lawsuit.

"Whose shop is that?"

"Of course, the cloth shop is real, his title deed is the old title deed from decades ago, and although the title deed of the teahouse is also an old land deed, there are traces of modification on it, and the bottom left by the government has also been modified."

"What is the background of the teahouse?" Wen Ji asked again.

Wei Jian sneered, "Didn't I just say that? ”

"You mean Song Chaofeng?"

Wei Lian nodded, "The owner of this teahouse has three sons, among which the younger son changed his surname to Song with Song Chaofeng, and became Song Chaofeng's righteous grandson, one of Song Chaofeng's twenty-four grandsons. ”

"I see!"

Only then did Wen Ji understand that it was Song Chaofeng's relationship.

Song Chaofeng has nine inner sons, eighteen outer sons and twenty-four grandsons, nine inner sons are his nine henchmen eunuchs, installed in the ninth division of the Northern Ya, and eighteen foreign sons are eighteen officials in the court, who were sent by Song Chaofeng to various places as officials, or placed in key departments.

The twenty-four grandsons are the children of the twenty-four wealthy merchants in Chengdu, who colluded with power and money to provide wealth to Song Chaofeng, and several other eunuchs, such as Huo Xianming and Dou Wenchang, also have righteous sons and godsons, which are much the same.

"And now?" Wen Ji asked again.

"Now that the Criminal Department is intervening in this case, Song Chaofeng simply bought the teahouse, and the cloth shop next door to the teahouse is also owned by him, he sent the army to sit next to him, whoever dares to touch this teahouse will kill him, and the Criminal Department can only stare at it."

Wen Ji groaned and said: "I think the key is Chengdu County, the county has changed the title deed and house deed, and they are the culprits." ”

Wei Jian snorted in his nose, "The county commander Tang Shao is one of Song Chaofeng's eighteen sons, isn't everything taken for granted for him?" ”

Wen Ji slammed the wine glass on the table, "Eunuchs are in chaos, and the world is dark!" ”

Wei Jian was silent for a moment and said: "This case is just a trivial matter, and the terrible thing is not the case itself, but the back of the case." ”

"What is Brother Wei referring to?"

Wei Jian sighed and said, "Don't you think it's sad that the dignified Shangshu of the Criminal Department actually cares about such a trivial matter?" ”

Wen Ji was silent, this is the embarrassment that everyone is facing, the imperial court has nothing to do, mines, land, real estate, salt and iron, taxes, etc., all the power involving property has been seized by the Northern Ya, and the army is also in the hands of the Northern Ya, but the Southern Ya has nothing to do.

Without financial dominance, Nan Ya is like a bird whose wings have been plucked out, surviving for a long time, and he, Tai Changqing, is so idle that he has nothing to do for a few days.

At this time, Wei Jian said slowly: "In a few days, it will be my grandfather's sacrifice day, and I plan to go back to Chang'an." ”

These are all excuses, Wei Lian's grandfather's sacrifice day is there every year, but he has never seen him go back, the key is that Du You was actually reused by Guo Song, and was named Zuo Sima of the Jin Palace, and became one of the governors of Tiance Building, this news stimulated Wei Lian, his brother Wei Qing is the history of Puzhou Thorn, and wrote to him several times to ask him to go back, but Wei Lian was a little hypocritical, hoping that Guo Song would write to himself personally.

Now that Du You seized the opportunity first, Wei Jian regretted it, seeing that there were candidates for various high positions, he would have no chance if he didn't go back.

Of course, Wen Ji knew that his son Wen Miao was Guo Song's secretary to join the army, and he also wrote to him a few times to go north, but he was also a little hesitant, and this hesitation missed the opportunity.

Wen Ji sighed and said: "I heard that several brothers of the Guo family are also going back to Chang'an to guard their father's tomb, since Brother Wei has decided to leave, it is best to leave quickly, it will be difficult to leave if it is a little later." ”

Wei Jian was taken aback, he was still waiting for the Queen Mother's approval! It looks like we can't wait, so I'll leave tomorrow.

"Brother Wen Xian, don't you go back and have a look?" Wei Jian asked.

"I may have to go back, but not now, at the end of the year! Just go back to my hometown to worship my ancestors. ”

The two of them have basically broken through, Wei Jian smiled bitterly and said: "Many people say that the hope of the Tang Dynasty is in Chang'an, what do you think of the virtuous brother?" ”

"It's hard to say, after all, the King of Jin is surnamed Guo and not Li, if the hope of the world is in Chang'an, I still agree, the hope of the Tang Dynasty...... The Tang royal family is dying, where is there hope? In the end, Wen Ji's lips couldn't help but tremble.

Wen Ji is right, the Tang clan was almost wiped out by An Lushan, after the Jingyuan mutiny, Zhu Jun killed another batch, and the Sanqing Palace Palace at the beginning of the year killed another batch, and now the royal family except for the king Li Si in Lingnan, there are no adult men, only a group of young children left, where can their young bodies support the Tang Dynasty?

"Alright! I'll leave early tomorrow morning, hoping we'll see you again in Chang'an. ”

Wen Ji also raised his glass and said, "I wish my brother a smooth journey." ”

"Let's do it!"

The two drank their wine, got up and left.

(End of chapter)