Seeing that in November, a gust of wind went south, blowing off the leaves of the branches, for Yan Maoqing, the chill did not only come from outside, Yan Shifan had already written several times, asking him to transport two million taels of silver to the capital before the year to fill the shortfall.

Year after year, the common people are difficult, but they don't know that the six yamen are even more difficult.

Hundreds of officials, palaces, palaces, military salaries, and wealthy businessmen who ask for interest can all be killed. A few years ago, there was a city bank to support, but since last year, the city bank has also reached a bottleneck, and the only thing left is the salt tax.

In any case, Yan Shifan has already given a death order, two million taels and one son cannot be less, if you can't get the silver, you will use your head to pay the errand, and give you the fattest errand in the world, if you can't get money, what use do you want!

Yan Maoqing's heart was full of bitterness, but he also knew that without silver, it would provoke Jiajing's anger, and his black gauze hat would be lost.

"Lord Wang, no matter what, you have to ask me to give an errand to Your Majesty, if I can't pay the errand, I'm afraid you will be doomed!"

In the face of Yan Maoqing's aggressiveness, Wang Lutai said that he had a hard time, he had a good plan, took out five million taels of silver, raised the price of salt again, and in a year or two, the loss could be made up, and he could make a big profit.

But who knows, how can the salt on the market not only be bought, he has several other companies, which have been smashed into tens of millions of taels, but still have not raised the price of salt, anyway, the price of salt has been swinging around one or two points, which is much lower than at the beginning. I can't make money for a long time, and I keep throwing money, no one can stand it!

"Lord Yan, the little one thinks that it is imperative to take care of all the stove households, and the salt layer on the market is endless. Where did it come from? The Salt Transportation Division doesn't have a little spectrum? ”

Yan Maoqing's face sank, and he said angrily: "What, do you think I can't release the water?" ”

"Don't dare, don't dare!" Wang Lutai said lightly: "The little one just feels puzzled!" ”

"Alas!" Yan Maoqing sighed heavily, "Lord Wang, I won't hide it from you, I dare to say that Tang Yi must be making trouble behind his back." ”

"Then why don't you impeach him?" Wang Lu hated Tang Yi so much.

Yan Maoqing's face was disdainful. The heart said that if I can impeach Tang Yi, do I still need to say it!

He really couldn't figure it out, Tang Yi's men and horses didn't move at all, Tang Yi went to the book twice, asking to return to Beijing, but was stopped by Xu Jie. After that, Tang Yi closed the door, as if nothing had anything to do with him.

It's really strange, he really has an unpredictable way to conjure up table salt?

Yan Maoqing shook his head. "Lord Wang, no matter what, you have to let me go over at the end of the year, otherwise I will be driven back to the capital, no one will stare at Tang Yi, and if something unfortunate happens, no one will help you!"

"You didn't help me much!" Wang Lu was too secretly slanderous, and he was just complaining. He knew in his heart that Yan Maoqing was there. There is at least one layer of protection, and without him, he is meat on the chopping board.

"Cheng, the little one can help Lord Yan, but please also ask Lord Yan to keep his promise and block the source of salt!"

"Don't worry. The official does what he says! Yan Maoqing patted his chest and assured.

Wang Lutai didn't have so much cash in his hands, so he could only find seven salt merchants, borrow five million taels of silver together, and send it to Yan Maoqing.

Didn't you say that it was only two million taels?

Yan Maoqing is not a good student, how can he work in vain. Besides, there are godfathers and Yan Shifan!

Five million taels, plus the previous looting, Yan Maoqing divided the silver into three parts, loaded into a big ship, one went to Beijing by sea and sent it to the palace, and the other two ships, one was sent to Yan Maoqing's home in Fengcheng, and the other was sent to Yan Song's home in Fenyi.

Yan Maoqing pondered, with these two million taels, Jiajing's appetite can at least be satisfied! When today's day passes, he must find a way to drive Tang Yi away and dominate the two Huai, he can toss hard, not toss out 10 million taels, and never handle it!

Yan Maoqing was full of confidence, thinking that the silver was sent to the capital, even if he didn't get the reward, he would not be scolded, and it was certain that he would pass the customs smoothly.

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Who knew that when the silver was sent to the capital, a batch of accounts of the Salt Transportation Division were also sent to the capital under the escort of Jinyiwei.

In Yuxi Palace, all night, filled with the sound of abacus beads, Jiajing stayed awake all night, and the old manager Mai Fu didn't dare to sleep, so he could only endure it, and his eyes were red, just like a rabbit. Fortunately, he is old and feels less, otherwise he would have to be boiled to death.

Jiajing leaned on the cloud bed, a pair of narrow eyes, constantly flickering, for two hours, Jiajing never moved. His heart was filled with rage, and his whole body felt as if it was about to explode.

"Figured it out?"

"Back to the emperor, it's calculated!" McFuk hurriedly sent the list up, and brought a lamp back to his hand, so that Jiajing could see more clearly, in fact, the words were big enough, and Jiajing could see it clearly.

Just half a month ago, Lin Run, the imperial historian of the Nanjing Metropolitan Procuratorate, made a note, he did not impeach anyone, but suggested that Jiajing, referring to the model of the Weaving Bureau, levy a salt tax, and the treasury will definitely be filled.

What is the model of the Weaving Bureau?

It turns out that the sea trade has become more and more prosperous in recent years, and it has been stained with royal atmosphere, and the things that come out of the weaving bureau are priceless.

The Jiangnan Weaving Bureau has absorbed a lot of weavers to hang in the name of the Weaving Bureau, and the things woven out are like the Weaving Bureau paying a sum of silver, and then they can be marketed all over the world under the banner of the Weaving Bureau......

Lin Run proposed that why the salt tax could not start from the stove households, and the amount of salt produced would be paid as much tax as they wanted, and then how the stove households sold the salt and how the merchants transported and sold it, the imperial court could not care.

Lin Run's suggestion moved Jiajing, compared with the merchants, they have families and businesses by the sea, and the monks can't run the temple. Boiling the sea for salt every day, how much it produces, is obvious to all, and it is easy to collect. Just like the farmer, the merchant is cunning and itinerant, and has a wealth of experience in tax evasion, more cunning than a fox.

Of course, the difficulty of reforming the salt law is great, Jiajing knows very well, Yan Maoqing proposed to redraw the salt area, and he was boiling, he didn't want to cause trouble. But it didn't prevent him from figuring out the state of the salt industry, and he had to know how much salt he could produce in at least a year.

He asked Jinyiwei to transfer the accounts of the Lianghuai Salt Transportation Division to the capital, and after doing the math, Jiajing was almost crazy.

"How much salt was produced in the first half of the year?"

"Back to the emperor, there are 980,000 citations."

"How much tax can I collect?"

McFusia measured it for a moment and said, "Emperor Qi, three taels of silver for the salt tax is introduced, so calculated, it is almost three million taels in the first half of the year!" ”

"What about the second half of the year?"

Mai Fu hurriedly said: "The situation should be similar, the stove households are also boiling salt to sell, they are all in a hurry, and they want to come to sell salt is still good." ”

"Hmph, that's right, that means there are still three million taels of tax silver in the second half of the year, a total of six million taels! Why did you only give me 1,800,000 taels? What about my silver? ”

Jiajing roared hoarsely, and the green tendons on his neck collapsed. In the past few years, there has been more money in the market, and more money has been spent on the cultivation road, and Jiajing's body has accumulated more terrible toxins, which has made His Majesty the Emperor moody, even if it is strict and Xu Ge, they are often scolded.

Some things can be endured, and some things can never be endured!

"Whoever dares to take my silver will let him spit it out!" Jiajing's facial features were hideous, and he said loudly to McFu: "Check, check for me!" ”

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In fact, there is no need to investigate, the impeachment of Yan Maoqing has already come, it turns out that Yan Maoqing has wantonly forced households to act as stove households, which has made people angry.

Later, salt merchants bought salt, pushing up the price of salt, and as a result, more and more salt was in their hands. The official stove households that produced salt for them became the first to suffer.

There was no one to buy salt, and they couldn't sell it themselves, so they kept a house full of salt, but there was no food, and the children were so hungry that they cried.

A good household has become a stove household, and now they can't even eat, isn't this forcing them to die?

After the crowd was outraged, hundreds of forcibly requisitioned stove households attacked a warehouse of the salt transportation department, robbed 3,000 stone of grain, and killed one ambassador and four soldiers.

It has been guarded against the fact that the people can't bear the price of salt, and there is a civil uprising, but the prevention comes and goes, and the stove households have problems first.

The imperial historians who had long been unable to hold back wrote one after another, impeaching Yan Maoqing for his misdeeds and provoking popular uprisings.

At the end of the recital, he understated that Yan Maoqing divided the proceeds of the looting of the land into three parts, one for Yan Song, one for himself, and the least one was dedicated to the imperial court......

"Deceive the sky! Yan Maoqing, green smoke! You take the big head, let me take the little one! 1,800,000 taels of silver! Send it to Hanako! I'm not asking for food! ”

Jiajing was furious, lifted it hard, knocked down the table, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, fell to the ground, the pen wash of the Song Dynasty was also broken, and the treasure seal of Tian Huangshi was also broken.

If Yan Maoqing didn't send silver, it was okay, but giving silver stimulated Jiajing's self-esteem.

In your eyes, the godfather is the first, you are the second, and I am the third!

You dare to give my money as a gift!

Just give gifts, and come to ask for credit, saying what to do to relieve the king's worries, and do your best.

Do you want me to be a three-year-old?

"Catch, hurry up and get him back!"

Lu Bing received the order, naturally there was nothing to say, and immediately sent Huo Jiangong to lead the team, two hundred brocade guards, quickly left Beijing, and rushed to Huai'an.

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Yan Maoqing didn't know that death was coming, he continued to investigate and track, and his hard work paid off, and finally let him find a little eyebrow.

Salt will not come out of thin air, these days, in the major cities of Lianghuai, there are a lot of Cao Yun soldiers, they in the name of collecting grain, haunted everywhere.

In the past, the relationship between the Salt Transport Division and Caoyun was very good, almost a family, and Yan Maoqing couldn't think of Caoyun Yamen at all.

But it happened that once a few wagons transporting soldiers overturned, and what flowed out of the sacks was not grain, but salt!

Hearing this news, Yan Maoqing suddenly woke up, the governor of Caoyun is Zhao Zhenji! That old thing is the right thing too!

No wonder Tang Yi is silent! Dare to be affectionate is to repair the plank road in the dark, let Zhao Zhenji come out to help!

So vicious Tang Yi, I'm not done with you! (To be continued.) )