Your Majesty, last night's night management fee has been calculated."

Ma Dongmei's urban management brigade naturally has people placed by the officials, who are responsible for collecting money and keeping accounts.

It's not that I don't believe them, but the cultural level of those people who have more money and Ma Dongmei is not clear at all.

Sending someone to collect money and keep accounts was also applied by Ma Dongmei himself.

"How many?" Li Shimin, who was reviewing the recital, paused, put down the pen and asked.

"2600 times!" Fang Xuanling looked at the slips in his hand and confirmed that there was indeed nothing wrong.

This is still the first day, many people are actually still in a wait-and-see state, of course, there are more people who buy things on the first day, and there may be less in the future, but if the management fee paid by many shops today is flattened, 2500 a day is casual.

This is just a day's income in a city of Chang'an.

In one year, there are almost more than 900,000 yuan, which is not a small amount.

Now the financial revenue of the entire Datang is only more than 10 million yuan a year, and the night management fee collected from the lifting of the curfew in Chang'an alone can account for one-tenth of it.

Of course, this is also because Chang'an has a large population, and after absorbing a lot of displaced people this winter, the registered population has exceeded one million.

There are still a lot of people who are not registered, and there are at least about 1.4 million people.

Looking at the report handed over by Fang Xuanling, Li Shimin was a little moved.

If Luoyang, Taiyuan and other big cities in the Tang Dynasty can lift the curfew, I am afraid that the fiscal revenue of the year can be doubled.

How many soldiers and horses is enough for him to raise this money? Every day before going to bed, he had to play with the globe he got from Tang Ping, thinking that he wanted to lay a broader territory for the Tang Dynasty.

Of course, he also knows that this kind of thing can't be rushed, first of all, the people in other cities are not as good as Chang'an, the conditions are not yet mature, and this urban management team is not so easy to handle.

"Take one-thousandth as a bonus for the chengguan department, and then tell them to work hard, and after other cities are exposed to curfews one after another, they will be promoted from among them to become the captain of the local chengguan brigade, and be awarded the Jiupin Shangwu Sanguan."

Li Shimin knows how these people want them to contribute, as long as they have money and status, those former pimps will be grateful to Dade

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and do things for him loyally.

"Yes!" Fang Xuanling didn't have any opinion on this, and planned to leave after agreeing.

Then I saw Cheng Zhijie coming in in a hurry.

"Your Majesty, I have something to ask you!" said that it was a request, but Cheng Zhijie's tone was not polite at all.

Li Shimin is used to it, if he doesn't do this, he won't be Cheng Zhijie.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"That Tang Ping boy got the thing of Rausch yarn, my wife saw it, and she had to use that wool to knit a sweater for everyone in the family."

"That's a good thing, what's wrong?" Li Shimin looked at him with interest.

"What's good, you don't know my mother's eyes, it's fine during the day, but at night, she can't sleep and has to knit, and she doesn't listen to anything."

"And what do you want me to do?" Li Shimin was a little curious, he couldn't let himself make an order that the old lady couldn't knit a sweater at night, right?

"Get this for the minister!" Cheng Zhijie raised his hand and pointed to the electric light on Li Shimin's head.

This is a solar lamp sent by Tang Ping last year, and the chandelier was laid with solar panels on the top of the Xiande Palace, and then wired and came down.

Because only lighting is used, the power consumption is not large, so it is cloudy, and at night it can ensure that the inside of the hall is as bright as day.

"How can I help you get it?" Li Shimin said angrily: "I have this one here, and there are two more in Zhao Wangfu and one in Qin Wangfu, why don't you go to my eldest brother or third brother to ask for it?"

Now Li Shimin can't do without this thing, he basically has to work late every day, and having this chandelier at night is much better than the original candle.

"I mean, Your Majesty will help me find your nephew for one!" Cheng Zhijie said his ultimate goal, no matter how thick-skinned he was, if it was an ordinary thing, but this lamp obviously seemed to be a treasure, and he was embarrassed to go to Tang Ping.

This is still after seeing that the new houses in Shanghe Village are lit, he is embarrassed to ask Li Shimin to open this mouth, because in his opinion, it should not be too difficult for Tang Ping to get this thing.

That Fang Xuanling originally planned to leave, but after listening to Cheng Zhijie's words, he also stood aside and didn't leave, waiting to see what Li Shimin said.

If you can ask for it, you should do it yourself

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However, I also want one, I can't say that an old lady can use a lamp to knit a sweater at night, and she has to light a candle for a Tang Dynasty prime minister to work at night.

Li Shimin looked at the two and rubbed his temples, none of these guys were worry-free.

"Cheng Zhijie, your son is in the Xinxue Pavilion, and it is said that he has been studying this thing this semester, didn't he tell you?"

"What? The little bunny hasn't been home for more than a month, and ...... With his pig brain, can he figure out something like this?"

Cheng Zhijie pointed to the chandelier on his head, he didn't believe it himself.

"Yuan Ji came back a few days ago and said something, I don't know the specifics, why don't you go to the new school hall to have a look?"

These things, Tang Ping gave them to himself, that is the nephew's filial piety to his uncle, if he finds the door to ask for it, what is it? He is not Li Yuanji, he has such a thick skin.

And Tang Ping did say that as long as there is coal, he can slowly study the electricity that can be used in Datang, saying that everything is just boiling water.

Li Shimin didn't know what this boiling water had to do with this electricity, anyway, just let Tang Ping toss it slowly.

Since Li Shimin said so, Cheng Zhijie really wanted to go and see it, and asked Fang Xuanling, and the old man was also interested, so they went over together.

Tang Ping is still teaching in the new school hall, but he only teaches liberal arts, and Xiang Long has already learned the knowledge of special operations, and they have to explore and study the rest by themselves.

On the liberal arts side, Tang Ping came twice a week, telling these people about theories, and letting them tinker with the rest of the experiments or something.

Anyway, if there is danger, Tang Ping will explain it in advance.

The two of them came over, Tang Ping was naturally not there, Cheng Zhijie went directly and opened the door of a classroom, but he just happened to meet his own kid Cheng Chumo and rushed out with his head buried.

"What are you running around, you melon?"

As soon as Cheng Chumo looked up and saw his father, he was also a little confused: "Dad, why are you here?"

"What? Can't I come? I'll see what you've learned here in the day."

"Then you're here, Dad, we just made a foot-operated generator today, and we're going to try it out!"

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