Da Qin: the Identity of My Eldest Son Has Been Discovered

Chapter 592

Ying Zheng looked at the license plate on the horse's head, and couldn't help but slander: This bastard kid's way of making money is not right.

Rubber rent... pay rent....

This kid who loses money must have done it on purpose!

However, this method is not bad, and I will try it in Xianyang later!

Ying Zheng never misses ways to make money.

Who made so many huge projects launched at the same time?

Build the Afang Palace, dredge the canals, build the imperial mausoleum, build straight roads, and build cities on the grasslands.

Which one is not a gold-swallowing beast that consumes huge manpower and material resources.

If Qin Xuan hadn't launched several victorious battles and captured many prisoners, he had squeezed a lot of gold from the Hu people.

I'm afraid the treasury has already been unable to make ends meet!

Now seeing that Jiaodong County is developing in such an orderly manner, there are various names to collect taxes.

Moreover, the people did not increase the types of taxes and live in poverty. Looking at the lively scenes on the street, it seems that the more the better!

Ying Zheng couldn't help sighing from the bottom of his heart, this kid has a way of governing the country!

The carriage moved along the spacious concrete road and gradually reached the seaside.

"Wow~!"

The coachman tightened the reins, turned his head and said respectfully: "Masters, the front is a restricted area, so we can't go any further."

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng got up and stepped on the horse stool and walked down.

When I saw the front, I found that the road ahead was really impassable.

On the spacious road, although there are carriages full of goods passing by in an orderly manner.

However, soldiers in black armor blocked the road ahead, and every carriage that entered or exited had to check its pass before it could be released.

They were not eligible to enter the rented carriage they were riding in.

Ying Zheng looked at the coming and going, like a heavy carriage.

Can't help but ask curiously: "What are they pretending to be?"

The coachman also had good eyesight. He saw a few people dressed in luxurious clothes, and there were guards behind them.

Immediately said respectfully: "Back to the uncle, there is a salt field in front, and what they pull out is freshly dried refined salt!"

Ying Zheng looked at the sacks of piled up refined salt, and estimated that the cart might weigh six to seven hundred catties.

And there is also a carriage full of refined salt coming out of the salt field, just by looking at it, there may be tens of thousands of catties!

Can a county really consume so much refined salt?

Isn't this kid still secretly reselling?

Isn't that grabbing business with the imperial court and grabbing food from one's own bowl?

Seeing the old man's unfriendly eyes, Qin Xuan hurriedly explained: "Don't misunderstand, these refined salts are all sent to the warehouse, not to other counties!"

Ying Zheng narrowed his eyes and said mockingly, "How can a mere county consume so much refined salt?"

Qin Xuan took out a piece of gold cake of Daqin uniform standard from his pocket and threw it out, then waved his hand.

The coachman hurriedly reached out to catch it with both hands, his face showing excitement.

According to the pricing, he would only receive ten Qin Banliang for this trip.

If you meet someone who is generous, maybe you will reward one or two more.

But such a shot is a piece of gold cake, it is definitely a big high-roller!

Although the gold cake is made of copper, it is not as valuable as real gold.

But for the coachman, a gold cake is worth a month's turnover!

The coachman had sharp eyesight and knew that the nobles had important matters to discuss.

After thanking you again and again, he hurriedly turned around and left.

Wait until there are only three people present.

Qin Xuan lowered his voice and said with a flattering smile: "After all, I can't hide anything from my father!"

After speaking, there was no sign of anger on the old man's face.

Only then did he explain: "Don't worry, my son is famously honest and trustworthy, that's a mouthful of spittle!

If you say you don't get involved in the refined salt business in the counties of Daqin, you will never break your word! "

Ying Zheng looked at his son with a flattering smile, and said with a sarcasm, "Aren't there too few people who you turned around and killed?"

There was a flattering smile on Qin Xuan's face, without any embarrassment.

He whispered: "You are my own father, and my son will not hide it from you! These refined salts are sold to barbarians!