Chapter 737

Zhang Feng is a little confused.

He only remembers that he threw this salt making skill to Lao Li just to pretend to be a force, but how did he know that this thing could make money?

But then Zhang Feng's eyes couldn't help getting hot.

He rubbed his hands and asked, "well, Lao Li, tell me how much I earn from this thing? You know that now my college has just started, it needs money. I'm worried about this. You're really my God of wealth!"

Li Shimin felt like a fly stuck in his throat and was flustered.

However, he really didn't like this little money.

But the boy has forgotten all about it long ago?

Instantly, Li Shimin had an impulse to spit blood.

The poisonous salt of Zhenla is basically sent to Datang. Ten carts of poisonous salt are exchanged for one cart of salt, and it is still the large particle crude salt produced in the first process. Even so, Zhenla people think they have picked up a big bargain, not to mention that at this time, these crude salts are basically sold to Turkic, Tubo and other countries at the price of ten Wen per kilogram.

As for the fine salt in Datang, basically, the fine salt is only a penny a kilo. Although it is cheap, it is basically used by everyone except those who live in deep mountains and forests.

Millions of people, once this account is calculated, it is also astronomical!

Li Shimin took a deep breath, looked up at Zhang Feng's face, shook his head funny and said, "when did your boy become so vulgar?"

"Vulgar? You don't know that you don't know how to be in charge of your family and how expensive firewood and rice are. Now I'm sitting on a mountain and eating nothing! What should I do if I don't think of a way?"

Ignoring Zhang Feng's incessant retort, Li Shimin said, "you should be able to calculate the price of this thing. After all, you set the price of this thing at the beginning. There are basically hundreds of salt making workshops, large and small, in Jiannan Road, not even set by the government."

"Each workshop can produce about 500 kilograms of fine salt and about 3000 kilograms of exported coarse salt every day. The exported coarse salt is ten Wen and the fine salt inside is one Wen. If the fine salt is exported, the price is about white. Do you have a bottom in mind now?"

"So much?"

Zhang Feng's eyes were wide open when he heard the speech

"Then bring me some money first. I'm too poor to cook now," he said

"You boy, do you know how to ask for money? Now these workshops and financial resources are all broken. Even if how much money I give you now, what should I do in the back? Don't just be a shopkeeper!"

Zhang Feng heard the speech and came out of the beautiful fantasy of waiting to collect money.

Although this thing was just thrown to Li Shimin at the beginning, he didn't think it could be popular in Tang Dynasty in such a short time.

Now, Zhang Feng has a feeling of Tesco.

However, Lao Li still has a conscience and calculated a share for him, but at this time

Zhang Feng thought for a moment. He simply stood up and walked around the room twice before saying, "Lao Li, actually, what do you think of Zhenla this time?"

Li Shimin rolled his eyes.

Chose to ignore.

If he knew how, could he come here?

Is he free?

"Do you think I can come to you if I know how?"

Li Shimin couldn't help complaining after all.

Zhang Feng touched his nose and coughed. Then he said, "in fact, you can just stay steady this time. The emperor has a plan for a long time."

"Plan? Just now I heard from qian'er that you said the emperor was not going to send troops to Zhenla?" Li Shimin asked hurriedly when he finally turned the sign to the point.

Zhang Feng shook his finger: "no, it's not that he doesn't send troops. The emperor should be able to understand the current situation. Of course, you certainly can't understand it."

"Well, let's talk about it. It makes me ready. You know, a large number of my goods are now detained in Tubo and other countries. Once the war starts, not only the fat meat of real wax will be lost, but also all the foreign trade routes may be lost. Aren't you in a hurry?"

"Moreover, the current situation is not the problem of whether to send troops, but what if once they send troops, they will be attacked from both sides!"

Li Shimin finished what he wanted to say in one breath.

This time he really had no time to talk with Zhang Feng.

Now I don't know how many people the Turks sent out, or what conspiracy behind these things. As an emperor, can he be in no hurry?

This time, Li Shimin will be crazy if the white horse alliance again

And he also knew that if the Turks really went south this time, they would not come to scare people.

Seeing this, Zhang Feng is not joking about big meat.

He knows that Lao Li is really in a hurry now.

Zhang Feng didn't even think about it. He dipped water from the water cup and wrote four big words on the table.

"Encircle Wei and save Zhao"!

When Li Shimin saw these words.

I couldn't help frowning.

"You mean..."