As soon as he finished speaking, Cao Xuban came back with a gloomy face...

"Your Majesty has decreed that if the envoy from Daxia has bad legs, he will be exempted from paying an audience. The diplomatic relations between Ming Dynasty and Daxia have been established, and there is no need for more red tape."

he said.

"Cao Xuban, you can fly. In just a few minutes, you have already traveled from the palace to here and back."

Yang Feng said with a smile.

"snort!"

Cao Yangzhi walked away with a puff of his sleeves.

"I'm really leaving this time."

Yang Feng looked at his back and said.

Zhu Yuanzhang had known for a long time that he would definitely not go to the Five Bows and Three Kowtows. He even foresaw that his legs and feet were not good. It was just that these civil servants were dissatisfied. After all, as Zhang Xianzong said, the civil servants just regarded him as a heretic.

In other words, the demon, his modern things are just witchcraft in their eyes. He just wants to use the witchcraft to confuse Zhu Yuanzhang. Letting a demon like him run rampant is undoubtedly a humiliation to these so-called sage disciples, so I want to teach him a lesson.

, use this gift of audience to give him a show of authority.

But he is not afraid of boiling water...

Stick to principles.

So I can only pull it down.

Zhang Xianzong looked at him with interest, obviously he was also surprised by this result.

"Let's continue talking. What else can you do in the Ming Dynasty? Salt is definitely not good. What about iron? Is iron also a government-run company?"

Yang Feng asked.

"Iron, currently there are both government-run and private-run, the government-run is lost to the government, and the private-run is taxed, but there is too much iron. Some government-run smelters have been closed down in the past few years. This year, the inventory has decreased, and His Majesty has decreed to reopen."

"Too much iron? There is still too much of this thing? How much iron do you produce per year?"

"It's not clear in the past few years. There is a fixed amount for the official industry, which is more than 8 million catties per year, and a tax of 15% for the civilian industry. The official tax plus the civil industry tax per year is about 18 million catties."

"Wait a minute, I need to use a calculator. Subtract 18 million from our calculation of 8.5 million, and there is still 9.5 million left. Multiply by 15, and add 8.5 million. Obviously

One pound is 600 grams, so you produce 90,000 tons of iron a year?"

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Chapter completed!