"However, although the idea is good, Uncle still wants to ask you where should these methods be implemented first."

"Uncle didn't dare not take the matters explained by the saint. I plan to start contacting various departments tomorrow and start deploying."

Good guy, it turns out that he has put his ideas into his mouth, and Pei Yan is still not enlightened at all.

Pei Yan is worthy of being the leader of cunning and cunning. He has such a real idea. He doesn't even think about it at all, just waiting for Pei Fan to give him some advice.

"This is the first step," Pei Fanxian deliberately dragged a long voice, and felt very comfortable as Pei Yan looked hungry and hungry.

"Of course, we need to understand the style of bad money on the market and classify it."

Pei Yan frowned: "Isn't bad money just insufficient money? Is there a difference?"

OK!

Very good!

The old traitor is indeed a fool who knows nothing. Although he may be pretending, Pei Fanxian is not worried at all.

According to his investigation, in the Tang Dynasty, no ministers or monarchs had examined the essence of bad money and practical solutions.

Pei Yan is so ignorant that he is the best choice to be a shield.

"Of course there is a difference!"

"I wonder if my uncle has noticed that the bad money that appears on the market is also different in style. Some have blurred edges, while others have simply insufficient weight."

"What's more, even the handwriting on the copper coins is not clear, and it is obvious that the mold is quite rough."

In response to the current problems, Pei Fan first put all kinds of bad money on the table. Some were defective at the edges, and some were very thin at a glance, obviously not enough weight, while others were not clearly described in the four words Kaiyuan Tongbao.

Pei Yan glared: "Good nephew, you are such a talent. Uncle has never discovered that there are so many tricks for bad money!"

Pei Fanxian expressed his feelings: "Uncle has been too much, and this is also an experience that can only grow after suffering losses."

"Good nephew, you won't receive bad money too!"

It’s no wonder that the transaction is so big.

Fan Xian nodded suddenly: "No, I won't hide it from my uncle, there are still many!"

"Uncle, I personally suffer some losses. But if thousands of merchants like me get together, it will hurt the interests of the Tang Dynasty!"

"The interests of the Tang Dynasty were damaged, which means that the saints were damaged. As a minister, how can we not worry about what the saints were worried about what the saints were worried about?"

Pei Yan's eyes lit up. This sentence... is really so exquisite!

Remember it quickly and brag about Li Zhi next time I meet the saint.

"Good nephew, you're right!"

Pei Fanxian was very proud. He considered it when he handed the memorial to Pei Yan that day. Although Pei Yan had no modern ideas, he knew very little about the colorful intestines in his belly.

But he is still a cunning person. If he knows that he has collected a lot of bad money and has come to collect debts, he will definitely think that he is using it for public use and that he will be remembered to punish bad money.

Instead of being discovered by him, it would be better for him to take the initiative to explain and block this possibility.

When Pei Fan thought of having received a large amount of bad money and suffered heavy losses, Pei Yan couldn't help but be happy. This was really a double happiness.

He can also take advantage of this kid and watch him suffer losses and be in trouble. Today, Lao Pei is really lucky.

"Fan Xian, don't worry. After I've rectified it, you won't encounter such a bad thing!" He patted his chest and promised, completely forgetting who is the one who really proposed the solution.

"It's decided. I will first go to the Ministry of Revenue to draw the patterns of bad money and post it out, and then let officials at all levels recognize all kinds of bad money."

"After all, they will be the ones who will confiscate bad money in the future."

"There is one more thing that I must not forget," Pei Fanxian reminded cautiously.

Pei Yan immediately raised his ears and looked serious.

"We must supervise the Coin Cricketing Institute and continue to mint coins. We must not do it ourselves. Only when the supply of copper coins is sufficient can we ensure that the copper coins used in the market will not be suddenly reduced after the evil coins are confiscated."

"There are plenty of copper coins on the market, and the value of Kaiyuan Tongbao can be guaranteed. When the people see the stable value of copper coins, they are naturally willing to use them."

"What's the reason?" Pei Yan's innocent old eyes made Pei Fan understand first. He really didn't understand any tricks.

There is no way, let's start from scratch.

"Uncle may also know that there is a ratio between serious official money and the evil money trafficked in Jiangnan."

“What is the general market price for redemption?”

Boy, this won't stop me!

"It's about one to three." Pei Yan's eyes shone. Pei Fanxian thought to himself that it seemed that the bad money from the Tang Dynasty was quite reasonable.

You should know that in the Southern Dynasty, when evil coins were the most popular, the copper coins privately cast by the people could even reach one to five when the proportion of official coins was the highest.

He looked at the crooked copper coins placed on the table, feeling worried.

It is conceivable how poorly the money in the Southern Dynasties was made.

"So you can imagine that over the years, there must be a lot of bad money in the market, including the people's hands, and maybe hundreds of billions of dollars."

"One of the things is that if the court wants to recycle all the bad money held by the people and refine copper coins, it must have enough official money reserves."

"The market price is like this. If you exchange it with newly minted official coins, it cannot be lower than this market price. It has not been done like this before, and the people are not cooperative at all!"

It turns out that this is the ultimate reason for the failure of Qianfeng Tongbao!

Pei Yan seemed to have a sudden realization. Pei Fanxian said that the road was long and arduous. If it weren't for the management of bad money, he would have probably offended all forces, so he wouldn't have pulled Pei Yan, a greedy and greedy bottle, to the field.

"However, the court may not be able to bear it by increasing the exchange rate." Pei Yan also raised his concerns.

The two of them became more and more lively as they finally discussed national affairs.

Seeing that they were quite harmonious, Xiao Liu couldn't help but wonder, will the generous gift be given later?

"This is also my concern, so I want to remind my uncle to pay attention to the movements in the Money Crushing Garden."

"As far as I know, the money minting courtyard often fishes for three days and has no time to dry the net, and it never takes care of itself. When the saints promoted Qianfeng Tongbao last time, they stopped minting new coins halfway, which made Qianfeng Tongbao unsustainable."

Pei Yan was shocked: "How did you know about this?"

Pei Yan is responsible for recording daily notes. He usually hears about all kinds of things happening in the previous dynasty and the harem of the front dynasty, and this incident is definitely within the category of confidentiality.

"It was all my ancestors told my nephew in my dream."

The ancestors were bricks, and they moved wherever they needed.

Pei Yan only had promotion and power in his eyes, so he didn't care much about other things, so he easily let him slip past.

"Uncle, I understand all these difficulties, but as ministers, the most important thing is to take advantage of the situation!"
Chapter completed!