Daming: I, Yang Xian, really govern Yang!

Chapter 13
"Brother Lu, why are you so anxious about something? Be careful of getting angry."

Yang Xian, who was lying on the chair, opened his eyes, glanced at Lu Mingyi beside him and said.

"My Lord Yang, how can you still sleep at this time? The price of salt in Yangzhou City has skyrocketed." Lu Mingyi said anxiously.

"So that's what I'm talking about." Yang Xian smiled slightly and then said. "I caused all of this."

Lu Mingyi was stunned. He swallowed the words that came to his lips, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

He came to Yang Xian to ask him to step in and control the price of salt. After all, in his opinion, if the price of salt continued to rise like this, then everything they had done these days would be in vain.

"Now that the price of salt in Yangzhou has skyrocketed, I dare to ask Brother Lu, can our treasury make a huge profit?" Yang Xian said with a half-smile but not a smile.

"This is natural, but salt has skyrocketed, and people will be back to the point where they can no longer afford salt. Master Yang, didn't you say you want to create a prosperous Ming Dynasty where everyone can afford salt?!" Lu Mingyi's expression He seemed a little excited.

"Who are the people buying salt in Yangzhou City these days?" Yang Xian did not answer Lu Mingyi's question, but continued to ask.

Lu Mingyi didn't know what Yang Xian meant, so he could only answer truthfully: "Most of them are wealthy slaves from the capital, or wealthy businessmen."

"That's right." Yang Xian nodded and said. "The salt that has skyrocketed in price has not fallen into the hands of ordinary people, so the higher the price of salt, the better. In this way, we can earn more."

"Nowadays, the city of Yangzhou is in ruins. If we want to develop, we need a lot of money. The Ming Dynasty has just been founded, and money is needed everywhere. The court is also very difficult. If we just sit and wait for the court to rescue us, we can't make Yangzhou at all. The city is revived.”

"So we need money, lots of money."

“And now is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”

Yang Xian stood up, patted Lu Mingyi on the shoulder, and said: "As for what you are worried about, it will not happen at all. These days, every household in Yangzhou City has bought a lot of salt, which is enough for them. It has been used for some time. As for the future, when this new salt production method is promoted nationwide, the price of salt will quickly plummet and return to the normal range."

"If we want to make money, we must make money from princes, nobles, and noble ministers. At the very least, we must be a wealthy businessman."

After hearing Yang Xian's words, Lu Mingyi's eyes almost popped out.

Can you still make money like this? !
Not only that.

The amount of salt stored in Yangzhou Prefecture is obviously much greater than what the big guys in the capital had estimated.

For this battle, Yang Xian had been preparing from the moment he made the refined salt.

Beijing.

Prime Minister.

Hu Weiyong walked quickly into the Prime Minister's Mansion.

His steps were light and his face was filled with a bright smile.

"Prime Minister." Hu Weiyong first saluted Li Shanchang, then raised his head and smiled. "Everything goes well. More than [-]% of the snowflake salt in Yangzhou City is in our hands. According to reports from my subordinates, just yesterday the salt shop in Yangzhou stopped selling refined salt."

Li Shanchang nodded slightly.

As expected, it seems that the snowflake salt mine has been almost mined.

What Li Shanchang wants to do is actually not complicated. To sum it up in four words, it is a rare commodity.

By then, when all the snowflake salts of this quality on the market are in their hands, they will be able to completely control the market.

Those coarse salts circulating on the market are no match for Yangzhou Snowflake Salt.

It's not up to them to decide what the price will be at that time.As for the buyers, they never bothered.

Some are bought by princes, nobles and noble ministers.

People who are accustomed to this kind of refined salt can never tolerate the bitter taste of inferior salt in the past.

Regardless of how expensive they are now, they will earn at least several times or even ten times the profit by then!

Before coming to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Hu Weiyong has already conducted experiments on the black market in Beijing, and the supply simply exceeds demand.

Snowflake salt of this quality sold out as soon as it appeared.

"But Mr. Xiangguo, when I tried to sell snowflake salt on the black market according to your instructions, I found that we were not the only ones selling it." Hu Weiyong remembered something and said.

"What a bunch of idiots." Li Shanchang sneered and said. "I just bought it from Yangzhou and I can't wait to sell it. I'm so short-sighted."

In Li Shanchang's view, it is obviously far from the best time to sell.

The essence of finding rare goods is the word "hoarding".

"Wei Yong, you can ask your subordinates to collect as much as there is on the black market in the capital."

"Students will do it now."

Imperial Palace, East Pavilion.

"Biao'er, can Yang Xian's strategy really work?" Zhu Yuanzhang asked while reviewing today's memorial.

"Father, guess what, how much is this Yangzhou snowflake salt worth on the black market now?" Zhu Biao said with a slight smile.

Zhu Yuanzhang pondered for a while, then drew a circle on a memorial in front of him with the ink pen in his hand. He raised his head and said, "One tael of silver per catty?"

Zhu Biao shook his head and said with a smile: "The best snowflake salt can now be sold for ten taels of silver per pound on the black market!"

Zhu Yuanzhang immediately changed his expression, put down the pen in his hand, and coldly snorted: "Hoarders, these people deserve to die."

Zhu Biao nodded and said seriously: "But this time, it's thanks to them."

"The front line is tense and we are in urgent need of a lot of money. What we have to do is to make these noble ministers honest and willing to spend their money."

This is the second link of Yang Xian's plan.

On the capital side, Zhu Biao will also secretly send people to the black market to sell the Yangzhou snowflake salt that Yang Xian prepared for Zhu Biao in advance.

The price is even more expensive than in Yangzhou.

After hearing Zhu Biao's words, Zhu Yuanzhang calmed down a little and asked: "You came back from Yangzhou before and told us about the specific situation of the Yangzhou Salt Farm. You have been worrying about things in the border areas these days, and you are free today. Let me hear you talk carefully."

Zhu Biao smiled and said: "Yang Xian not only improved the salt production method, but also implemented a working model called 'assembly line'. If this model is used as a template in Yangzhou Salt Farm and is promoted nationwide, then the annual output will be If it can reach ten times, or even dozens of times, the original cost, the cost will immediately come down. In the future, the salt produced by our Daming Salt Farm will be enough to supply all our people with daily food."

Regarding the sudden appearance of Yangzhou snowflake salt on the black market in Beijing.

Hu Weiyong didn't pay attention at all for a while, and just thought it was the work of those nobles who bought salt from Yangzhou like him.

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