"Okay, okay, don't shoot the sycophants yet, for the sake of your modesty, this son will teach you another lesson!"

Zhu Ying waved her hand very enjoyingly.

The consequences of inflation are unimaginable, and Zhu Ying didn't want to continue.

But because of the sycophants of this group of people, the one that was slapped was called a dazzle, and that was called an unbelievable one, Zhu Ying was about to blush.

"Have you ever looked at things from a different perspective?"

"For example, change the anchorage of the Daming treasure banknote?"

Zhu Ying swept around the crowd and asked slowly.

But when Zhu Ying's voice landed, everyone was contemplative.

As for what the anchor means, Zhu Ying has already explained it to them.

If you want to become the anchor of the Ming treasure banknote, you must meet four hard conditions.

First, it's easy to measure!

Second, it's easy to carry!

Third, it's easy to store!

Fourth, it is easy to maintain value!

This is why gold, silver, and copper coins can be anchors to money, because they are born to meet these four hard conditions.

Whether it is the history of China or the history of other countries, in most cases, the anchor of the currency is gold or silver, even those countries that are poorer, the anchor will choose copper coins.

But the problem is that not long after the founding of the Ming Dynasty, the treasury was empty, and Huaxia was short of gold and silver, and it was looted by the Mengyuan court.

Therefore, Zhu Yingcai proposed to change the anchorage, because the original gold or silver, and even copper coins, Daming was lacking.

But for what?

"The old man guessed what Zhu Gongzi meant, is it to change it to salt?"

Li Shanchang frowned, and only after a while did he ask tentatively.

In the feudal period, salt was indeed easy to carry and easy to maintain its value, and it was not impossible to use it as an anchor for the Ming treasure banknote.

In many mountainous places, when the local people bartered, they used salt as currency.

"Li Buju, Li Buju, no wonder you don't lift it, with your IQ, it's strange that you can lift it!"

Zhu Ying rolled her eyes and directly rejected the plan.

"What else can I get it for?"

Elder Li Shan's face flushed, and he thought that what Zhu Ying said about not lifting was the one who did not lift.

Lao Tzu's descendants are full of people, why don't Lao Tzu lift it?

But I didn't expect Zhu Ying to say that if she didn't lift it, it meant not to be lifted.

It doesn't matter, I am the first hero of the founding of the Ming Dynasty, and His Majesty praises me as my Xiao He.

Wu Lin saw this scene, but couldn't help but secretly rejoice.

It seems that sometimes it is not without benefit to have a slower mouth.

Because the substitute in his heart is also salt.

It's just that before he could say it, he was preemptively said by Li Shanchang.

"Didn't Ben already tell you? What can become the anchor of the Ming treasure banknote must meet four hard conditions. ”

"The refining method of salt in the Ming Dynasty is different from place to place, and salt in some places can even cause food poisoning, and salt in some places cannot be eaten by non-dignitaries."

At this point, it can be declared null and void. Because the value of salt cannot be uniform. ”

"What's more, this thing is not easy to preserve, it will disappear instantly when it encounters water and fire, and the weather can determine the size of the loss, and it is not convenient to preserve."

"Four hard conditions, two of which are not met, how can this thing become the anchor of the Daming treasure banknote?"

"Li Buju, what do you think?"

Zhu Ying rolled her eyes.

In addition to the above reasons, there is a more important reason why salt cannot be a substitute.

That is, Zhu Ying's refining technology for salt is far ahead of the current Ming Dynasty, and as long as he wants, he can use it to make a lot of money at any time.

Once this thing becomes the anchor of the Ming treasure banknote, isn't it shooting yourself in the foot and cutting off your own financial route?

What's more, there are more suitable alternatives to salt.

Therefore, Zhu Ying didn't think about it and directly rejected Li Shanchang's proposal.

"I see!"

Elder Li Shan's face flushed, but he was not angry.

even felt that what the emperor's eldest grandson said was very reasonable.

Although he is seventy or eighty years old, he is indeed not as well-informed and transparent as the emperor's eldest grandson, so he can't admit it!

"In that case, what is better?"

Zhu Biao saw Zhu Ying taunting Li Shanchang, so he immediately stood up and brought the topic back on track.

"It's very simple, for today's Daming, the best substitute is food."

Zhu Ying smiled faintly.

What's that?

Grain?

When everyone heard this, they did look at each other, and then they looked puzzled.

Although Daming is short of money, but the special mother is also short of food!

Take the north as an example, if an acre of wheat is planted, it can be regarded as burning high incense if you can harvest 300 catties.

Although the rice harvest in the south is a little better, it is only five or six hundred catties if one mu is dead.

It's going to be a good year, but if you encounter some natural or man-made disasters, it's a question of whether you can receive them.

The annual tax of the imperial court not only has to pay salaries to civil and military officials, but also to pay salaries to the guards and soldiers.

Just this little bit of food squeezed out of the teeth, it has to be kept for emergencies.

Therefore, the grain in the Daming treasury at this time was not enough for the people to exchange for the Daming treasure banknotes.

If you really use this thing as an anchor, I'm afraid that if inflation doesn't come, the chaos in the world will come first.

Special mother's!

The landlord's family has no surplus food!

What kind of bad idea is this eldest grandson?

"Well, it's possible, but it's not feasible."

Zhu Biao saw that everyone despised his son, and couldn't help but become a peacemaker again.

"Looking at your expressions, you know that you are questioning my son?"

"As far as you know, you naturally won't know that there is grain in this world that can yield thousands of catties per mu, and there is no need to worry about taking care of it."

"Do you still question my son's words?"

Zhu Ying looked at this group of ancients with disdain.

"Thousands of catties per mu? Drought and flood to ensure harvest? Don't worry about taking care of it? ”

"You don't think we've ever farmed, do you?"

"The old man has lived so much age, and it's the first time I've heard of such a fantasy!"

"Cows can blow, but you have to make a draft, right?"

"It's still thousands of catties, and the production capacity per mu is stable at hundreds of catties, which can be regarded as burning high incense!"

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Zhu Ying's voice landed, and everyone was even more unconvinced.

Before this group of people rebelled with Zhu Yuanzhang, most of them were children of poor people, even if they had never planted the land themselves, but they had seen it with their own eyes.

The founding emperor Zhu Yuanzhang, before the rebellion, was a long-term worker in the landlord's family, and even went to ask for food.

Therefore, many people here used to be authentic farmers.

In this world, the production capacity per mu is 600 catties, which is already a bumper harvest.

Thousands of catties per mu, isn't this a fool's dream?