"Well, I have the emperor's mandate, and my affairs are complicated. I have to build Huating County, open a waterway, and build a bank. I don't have much time to take care of the salt field. I am sure that I want a way to dry salt.

No one can join or withdraw. Once the salt is sold into the sea, the profits will naturally be greater."

Therefore, those present did not know the method of "salting".

Now the Xiaotang Royal Central Bank is about to be established.

Even if Xiao Ran, as the junior governor of Jiangnan Province, blatantly banned the Zhu family's salt business, the Zhu family would definitely be willing to do so.

When we were in Guanzhong, we mainly used hemp and tree fibers to make paper. The original formula can naturally be copied and modified based on the original basis.

One stone in Xiaotang is about 120 kilograms, 1 million stone salt...

But even if it was such a small profit, the people present did not immediately clamor to participate. Instead, they all looked at Zhu.

Yang Laifu smiled and said: "Master, please show up. We haven't made arrangements yet. As long as those people are wandering around, it is a key step in the production of colored glaze."

The rest of us had no objections, so the group turned directly to the nearby paper mill.

When he saw Mr. Zhu, he was convinced. Xiao Ran said little and continued to introduce others with a smile, without paying attention at all.

It's obviously very stressful to get those spots.

Liulichang and paper mills are among the most profitable products. Before Yang Laifu and Wang Shufen arrived, Xiao Ran was handed over to our management.

"Also, at the paper factory next door, Wang Shufen hasn't prepared anyone to break it yet. You can show up at any time to take a look."

call……

Sure enough, Zhu's face was as white as the bottom of a pot.

Obviously, if we no longer care about him, Zhu Meihui will agree.

Just like Changsun Youji, he was not the youngest iron ore merchant in Xiaotang.

And that amount of money is huge, and it's obviously possible for us to raise it.

Hearing Yang Laifu's humble words, Zhu Pei was obviously suspicious. He laughed angrily and said: "It's a joke! Even if they have mastered making paper from bamboo, how dare he say, 'Let everyone in heaven use theirs'?"

paper' in that case?"

At this time, everyone wanted to see how Zhu would respond.

But we did not expect that Zhu Mei would deal with the Zhu family so blatantly.

More importantly, my Zhu family's business is relatively simple. We originally made a living by selling salt.

Although I knew that the cost Xiao Ran said was really that high, I thought there was no need to lie to us.

Once I competed with those Jiangnan nobles, I was afraid that all those people would fall to the side of the prince, so I gave up the idea.

Therefore, when Xiao Ran said that Xiaojia should be allowed to run the salt farm, no one seemed to agree.

Ahem!

In fact, salt and iron in Xiaotang cannot be mined privately except in government-run areas, and there are not many restrictions.

As long as you don't have the ability to transport those salt packets to the sea and sell them, the profits will definitely be considerable.

Those who are bad at arithmetic know how small the output is.

Of course, even if those aristocratic families find out, there will be ways to do it. After all, Xiao Ran is a conspiracy, and we have to obey.

Everyone present took a breath of cold air.

However, Zhu held the last glimmer of hope and asked: "How much can a salt factory produce using this method of drying salt? Will the cost be too low?"

It must be that difficult to change the art of papermaking. How can the papermaking art inherited by our Xiao family for thousands of years be worthless?

Obviously, Xiao Ran was no longer angry about whether Zhu had expressed his position just now.

Although we may build a salt drying farm as small as Xiao Ran's.

So Wang Shufen was asked to lead the craftsmen to study the technology of making paper from bamboo.

Obviously, everyone is eyeing the quota in the salt factory.

Even if a pound can only be sold at 1/10 of the future price, why sell it now for 10 cents per pound?

Even if that's the case, it's definitely a huge profit.

We are both deeply grateful.

As soon as he saw Xiao Ran, Yang Laifu bent down to salute and said respectfully: "I have met the young master."

As a literati, I just wanted to affect the quality because of the output, so I made some complaints.

After hearing Yang Laifu's words and waiting for Xiao Ran to express his position, Yang Xun hurriedly said: "Little Governor, there are few people out there nowadays, so let's go to the glaze manufacturing factory first... What if we go directly to the paper factory?"

That time, it was Yang Laifu who spoke. Before Zhu Mei could interrupt, she said, "Brother Xiao, whether the quality of the paper is bad or not will affect writing. Will he know it after he goes back and looks at it?"

"Yes, I have always been cheating, either doing it right or doing the worst. The quality of the paper produced by the Xiao family must be worse than others. To say that he cannot agree to cooperate, you can just take all the paper

You can’t even eat it!”

Although the papermaking industry does not have a long history in China, Xiao Shao mainly uses tree fiber and hemp as raw materials.

Xiaojia must be clamoring to participate, but is she clearly targeting Zhu Mei as her enemy?

But most of them are still unable to be built. Even if 100,000 kilograms of salt are produced per year, it is equivalent to 12 million kilograms.

In other words, a large salt farm can earn at most hundreds of thousands of dollars in revenue.

Let all the scholars in heaven use your paper...

"You are going to apply to Your Majesty. In the past, Xiao Tang could only have ten salt manufacturers. Seven of them were controlled by the imperial court. The remaining seven places were sold back to the lowest price."

After all, that is another golden mountain.

Yang Laifu smiled and said respectfully: "Reporting to Sir, I also know what kind of paper is considered to be of bad quality, but the output is definitely low. Your goal is very clear. It is not for all the scholars in the sky to use your paper."

Zhu's face was not angry, and she looked extremely happy.

Zhu Mei chuckled: "The method of drying salt that I invented can produce 1 million stones of salt a year from such a small salt farm. The cost is not to build such a salt farm and hire dozens of workers. As for seawater,

Everyone knows it’s free.”

You know, the smallest salt producer and seller in Jiangnan is not occupied by the Zhu family.
Chapter completed!