The crazy prince of Daqin was married to the Yinyang family at the beginning

In the early morning of the third day, Fusu limped to the court hall.

He finally understood one thing.

What is the best martial arts in the world? Xiaomeng let her do it before, but when Xiaomeng got serious, he could still let him walk against the wall.

It’s not enough to eat and drink, but it can also be packed.

"Father, my son is here to bid farewell today. The fighting is going on in Baiyue, so I have to go back to Baiyue."

"You have to pay attention to safety. The matter of charging into the battle is still left to the soldiers."

Fusu was inexplicably moved.

"Father, my son will definitely win the entire land of Baiyue within a year."

"I wish the prince a triumphant return as soon as possible."

Taking advantage of the time when the morning court was about to end, Fusu suddenly said: "I have something to attend."

"whats the matter?"

"My Daqin's salt tax is as high as [-]% of the profit, which is too heavy. I will lower the salt tax to my father."

The salt tax in the Qin Dynasty was very high.

The main reason is that Qin State does not produce salt, and most of it is shipped by merchants from Qi State.

After the unification of the six countries, Ying Zheng did not lower the salt tax.

If this goes on for a long time, it will definitely not be conducive to development.

Ying Zheng frowned, lowering the salt tax?

Salt tax is the biggest tax, if it is lowered, then his tax will be much less.

"No!"

Ying Wu directly rejected Fu Su's suggestion.

This was a decision to shake Daqin's foundation, and he would never allow it.

Chapter 148 Fusu Proposes Daqin Salt Tax Reform

"Father, salt is essential for everyone. Once a person does not eat salt for a long time, he will become weak and sick. This will do all kinds of harm to us Daqin people."

Li Si said: "Your Majesty the Crown Prince, do you know how much the salt tax accounts for in Daqin's tax revenue every year?"

"One percent!"

"Does His Royal Highness know what this percentage means to Daqin?"

He had already asked Meng Yi before coming here.

It was hard for him to imagine that a salt tax actually accounted for [-]% of the country's total tax revenue.

Salt and iron are called the destiny of the country.

These are sold by the state.

The reason why the salt tax in Daqin was too high was because Qin did not produce salt.

But now that the country has been unified, this old system must be changed.

"Father, heavy taxes can only solve temporary needs, and cannot last long."

"Great Qin has been standing for hundreds of years, and the salt tax has always been the same. Are you mocking me for not knowing how to govern the country?"

When Ying Zheng said this, Li Si, Feng Jie and others were overjoyed.

Fusu had just become the prince, and made his old mistakes again.

Always against His Majesty.

If it goes on like this, I'm afraid it will be abolished if it can't be done for two months.

"Father, the salt tax in Daqin was heavy before because Daqin did not produce salt, and the salt merchants in Qilu land paid us a high price, but now the world is unified, and the salt produced in Qilu land is enough for us in Daqin." Use it for ten years, and put the excess salt there, waiting to be turned into iron?"

Ying Zheng stared, his face darkened instantly.

This Fusu really wanted to piss himself off.

Fu Su continued: "Father, the price of salt makes ordinary people dare not eat more, so the sales volume will naturally decrease. It seems that a lot of money has been obtained through heavy taxes, but it cannot maximize the benefits."

"If the emperor can reduce the salt tax, more salt will be sold, and the tax revenue will not be reduced much. Moreover, salt is not only for eating."

Ying Zheng said with a dark face, "Then how much do you think is appropriate?"

Fusu looked at Li Si and asked, "Xiangbang, what is the current price of salt?"

The corner of Li Si's mouth twitched. You don't even know the price of salt, so you asked His Majesty to start lowering the price?

"50 yuan a catty!"

A bucket of millet is more than ten catties, which is only a little more than three renminbi.

It can be seen how expensive this salt is.

And among the fifty dollars, forty dollars are taxes...

What Daqin eats now is coarse salt, which of course cannot be compared with the fine salt of later generations.

Normal people can take about six grams of fine salt a day, but this coarse salt is much more.

"It's more appropriate to drop it to one penny per catty."

"One money?"

Ying Zheng rolled his eyes, Daqin will perish in your hands sooner or later.

It was directly reduced by fifty times.

Then his taxes are almost gone.

"Father, ordinary people can't eat a catty of salt in a year. If the price of salt is lifted, it can be increased by at least ten times. This tax is still not much less."

The ministers of the DPRK and China began to talk about it.

Is what Fusu said really true?

Doesn't it matter whether you eat salt or not?

It just affects the taste.

When people are about to starve to death, do you still care about these things?

"Father, I can assure you that after the price of salt drops, if the tax revenue in the coming year is reduced, I am willing to make up the remaining money."

You fill it up?

In the end, I still get it from the treasury.

However, since Fusu is so confident, why not trust him once?

"Fusu, if the tax revenue is reduced in the coming year, I will deduct ten years from your salary!"

Fusu rolled his eyes, as if I wanted your salary.

All of Zhao Gao's inheritances belong to him.

"Father, my son has a method of making fine salt, which can improve the purity of the current coarse salt and make it taste better."

The ministers of the DPRK and China were speechless for a while.

They sensed a conspiracy.

First, the price of salt was reduced, and then fine salt was provided.

"Hurry up and offer it!"

"I haven't tested it yet. When I go back, I will make a batch and send it to my father. Then I will write down the cost and so on to my father."

After retiring from the court, Fusu returned to the East Palace.

I definitely don't have the time to make fine salt.

It's better to give it to someone else.

Fusu called Lianyi over.

"Husband, why are you calling me?"

"I have a way to make fine salt here, you can experiment with it."

"Fine salt?"

Lian Yi was dumbfounded.

What is fine salt?

She's only heard of salt, so there's more to it?

Then, Fusu wrote out to her how to purify coarse salt and a series of steps.

At the same time, she also guided her to complete a coarse salt purification.

Seeing the finished fine salt, Lianyi tasted it and was shocked.

Unexpectedly, this thing came from her hands.

This is much better than the salt of Qi.

No matter in terms of taste or color, it is not comparable to coarse salt.

And this one doesn't come in big chunks like kosher salt.

"Husband, is this for sale?"

"Yes."

"Husband, I will definitely help you make a large amount of salt day and night."

"Don't be stupid, the price of salt is so expensive now, you can make it after the emperor lowers the price of salt."

"Oh!"

Lian Yi nodded embarrassedly.

"I will not take you with me when I go to Baiyue this time. At the same time, I will keep Huaying's Siyuetang and Zhu's Shennongtang in the Sixth Hall of the Nongjia. When the time comes, you will let Huaying choose some reliable ones in the Siyuetang. Disciple, come to help you."

"Isn't your husband afraid that this method will be leaked?"

"Salt must be bought by the government. It is a capital offense for others to sell salt without authorization, don't you know?"

"Oh!"

Lian Yi nodded embarrassingly.

"Husband, will I be beheaded?"

"..."

Fu Su rubbed her head, and said in a deep voice: "I said it's for sale, but not for you to sell. After making it, you can send it to Father Emperor."

"That's it!"

"Husband, then tonight..."

Xiaomeng went back to Taoism and bid farewell to Fusu for three days. He went out to fight without him, so he had to bid farewell for ten days anyway.

Three days later, Fusu asked Tian Yan to select [-] disciples from the farm and go to Baiyue with him.

There are six halls in the farmhouse, followed by Tian Hu, Mei Sanniang, Sheng Qi and Tian Yan.

The farmers have now surrendered to the empire, and they don't need to fight against the imperial soldiers.

High combat power is also a waste for them.

Fusu borrowed Dianqing from the Zhu family.

An army of [-], thousands of vehicles, and nearly [-] horses left Xianyang City in mighty form.

Standing on the wall of Xianyang City, Hu Hai had a gleam in his eyes.

If Fu Su leaves Xianyang, then he will have a chance to steal the imperial power.