Looking at Wu Zheng's shock, Mo obsessed with it, "During the Qingli period of Song Dynasty, Song Renzong was in power, and the three taxes of salt, wine and tea alone reached more than 47 million guan. Bo Ye, at that time, he always had at least 800 coins of copper coins. Now, one tael of silver is only 400 coins, which is calculated based on the current one tael of calculation. The tax on this deed is not small. Therefore, not only the three taxes of tariffs, salt, wine and tea must also be levied at the same time, which is enough for Bo Ye to raise 300,000 soldiers."

Wu Zheng was confused when he heard this, but he thought of a question in his mind, "During the reign of Emperor Renzong of Song Dynasty, perhaps as Mr. Mo said, the three taxes of salt, wine and tea reached more than 47 million guan, but that was also the taxes of the whole country. Now I only control the taxes of Hangzhou and Jiaxing governments, so I am afraid I can't get that much, right?"

Mo obsessed with it: "What Mr. Bo asked is not false, but naturally more than 40 million yuan is taxed by the whole country. But Mr. Bo also knows that Zhejiang is a major tea province in the country, and almost 70% of the tea taxes come from Zhejiang. This alone can be more than 50 million yuan per year."

Wu Zheng licked his thirsty lips, and this number was too tempting for him.

Five or six million a year is enough to support 300,000 by yourself... No, if you save money, you will be enough to support a army of 500,000.

Five hundred thousand, he is, the day of the Northern Expedition is right in front of him.

This mentality made Wu Zheng ask impatiently: "Well, as you said, how much can there be a year of trading tariffs?"

This time, Mo Zhinian did not gesture his fingers, but said directly: "At least six million taels, this is the number that excludes Fujian. I have said before that Zheng Zhilong from the south earns more than 20 million a year. If Mr. Wang can take Songjiang and Suzhou into his pocket in the future, he can get tens of millions at least a year."

Wu Zheng was moved, and he felt that the old man in front of him suddenly became pleasing to the eye.

"That... isn't right. Now it's just over the first month, and it's still half a year away from the summer tax. Besides, even if I order the tariffs to be imposed, it will probably not be an immediate effect in the short term. In the past six months, I have 70,000 people under my command will drink the northwest wind. In addition, if the Tartars go south and the Maritime Bureau established by the Tartars with great efforts, wouldn't it be a success for the Tartars? Old Man Mo, you wouldn't want to borrow the chicken to lay eggs and make great contributions to the Tartars, right?"

Mo Zhinian looked shocked. Where did the young young man in front of him come from so cunning? He was full of twists and turns, and he would change his face if he said he would change his face?

"My uncle doesn't have to worry about military pay. As long as Mr. Wang allows me to advise me, I will naturally give all the money of the Mo family and help me."

"Oh? How much wealth does the Mo family have?"

"This...it's enough for a 70,000 army of one or two years, right?"

Wu Zheng was shocked.

The Mo family is so rich. I always thought it was overestimated, but I didn’t think it seemed that it was underestimated now.

Could it be that the world is really rich in the people?

Why do the court always say that there is no money? But often hear that those dog officials who defect to the Tartars and donate gold and silver, and the giants who make moves are as many as hundreds of thousands of taels?

The old man in front of me had been exploited once, but now when it comes to raising 70,000 soldiers, it is like a chef who raises a hundred people in his family?

"I want to ask, how the Mo family has accumulated such huge wealth. I wonder if you can solve the confusion in my official heart?"

Mo Zhinian was also confused. Why did this young young man think about it all at once, and it was completely out of expectations?

Just now I was talking about taxation, but suddenly I became interested in the source of the Mo family’s assets.

"My uncle, Mr. Rong said in detail... Uh, can I be sure to get up and talk? When I get old, my body will hurt all over my body after kneeling for a while."

As he said that, don’t obsess over and get up.

Unexpectedly, Wu Zheng shouted and said, "Did I ask you to avenge me?"

Mo Zhinian was stunned. He asked, "You're kind." Even if he followed the Ming Dynasty's laws, he had no obligation to kneel down to Wu Zheng."

Besides, the Ming Dynasty was destroyed, so how could there be any law of the Ming Dynasty?

But Wu Zheng refused to let him get up.

Mo Zhinian hesitated for a while, but in the end he did not disobey Wu Zheng's orders and knelt down obediently.

"I want to know that the Mo family has accumulated wealth so much, so I don't hide it. But this matter is a long story. I should remember that I mentioned Shen Fu, the Hongwu Dynasty, before?"

"Well...you mentioned it, Chen Wansan."

"Your Majesty knows why Shen Fu has accumulated wealth that is comparable to that of the country in just decades?"

How could Wu Zheng know?

"I heard he has a treasure pot?"

"Ah?" Mo Zhinian never expected that Wu Zheng would answer him like this, so he followed the trend, "If you want to say that Shen Fu has a treasure pot, then there is really."

Wu Zheng's eyes lit up and asked, "Do you know what this basin looks like? Whose hand finally fell into?"

Mo Zhinian shook his head and said, "Brother, Shen Fu's treasure pot is actually not a real thing, but eight words."

Wu Zheng asked disappointedly: "What eight words?"

"Buy low and sell high, and communicate with the barbarians." When talking about these eight words, Mo Zhong's expression became solemn.

But after Wu Zheng heard this, these eight words turned out to be a treasure pot?

A junior high school student in later generations may have said that he is better than this old man.

"It turns out that meeting is worse than being famous. Unexpectedly, Chen Wansan, who has been famous for a long time, has the so-called treasure pot in just eight words." Wu Zheng sighed and shook his head, disappointed.

Mo Zhennian said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty is careful about your words. These eight words of Duke Chen are enough to make anyone rich enough to rival a country. The wealth of the Mo family is accumulated through these eight characters."

Wu Zheng was shocked, "Just relying on the mere horoscope, did the Mo family have such a situation?"

Mo Jienian said: "As long as you set up a Maritime Warrior Office, you will know the meaning of the four words "Daijin Doujin".

"Didn't the Ming Dynasty also set up a Maritime Warehouse?" Wu Zheng deliberately retorted.

"Uh... Although the Ming Dynasty has a Maritime Bureau, it can only take one tax for thirty, how can I get the silver?"

"How much should you collect according to your opinion?"

"Any ships entering and leaving Wusongkou will be charged 50% based on the cargo price."

50%?

Awesome, this old man.

It's cruel enough.

It really has the economic minds of later generations.

Import and export tax is different from domestic taxation.

In other words, even if you do not trade with imports and exports, you can still be self-sufficient in the country, so why bother to trade?

Trade is about wanting to eat better and live better.

That is to say, it is a luxury or behavior.

Then it is reasonable to impose high taxes.

For example, when silk from the people went to the sea and spices from overseas entered the Ming Dynasty, this is a luxury, not a must for life.

But Wu Zheng's uneasiness was even worse. This old man was too unexpected.

If something goes wrong, you will become a demon. Wu Zheng asked in a deep voice: "Who are you? Why can you know Chen Wansan's affairs as clear as possible?"

Mo Jienian said, "I will not hide it from my uncle. The ancestors of the Mo family were in-laws with the Shen family back then, so I know very well. For the matter of the Shen family, the Mo family was also implicated in the past."
Chapter completed!