A pack of jerky was about one pound. Cheng Yaojin smelled it and tried to taste it. Then he threw it to the two generals around him, one piece: "Boy, this thing is good, is there any?"

"It's gone!" Li Chengqian spread his hands and made a helpless expression.

The famous General of the Right Wugu Guard, his mouth was filled with jerky, and hesitated: "Do you mean to make yak meat into this thing?"

Looking at Cheng Yaojin, who was terrifyingly eating, Li Chengqian took two steps back: "How is it? What's Uncle Cheng's opinion?"

After trying hard to swallow the dried meat in his mouth, Cheng Lao Huo stuffed another piece into his mouth and turned a blind eye to the longing eyes of the two generals on the left and right: "Good thing, but I'm afraid it's not cheap, right?"

"It depends on how many yaks can I exchange for a pound of salt for." Li Chengqian put his hand into the pocket of his clothes and said with a smile.

Cheng Yaojin, an old man, was just a lie. In order to block the door of the general's prison, he refused to change the place. As a result, Li Chengqian also wanted to stay here to accompany him to the cold.

"Salt exchange for cow..." Cheng Yaojin was silent for a while and asked Li Chengqian: "Do you know that I, Datang, don't have enough salt to eat now?"

Li Chengqian took out a small pocket from his pocket and threw it towards Cheng Yaojin: "Uncle Cheng doesn't have to worry about where the salt comes from, in short, it won't occupy the existing resources of the Tang Dynasty."

"This is..." Cheng Yaojin opened the small cloth bag that Li Chengqian threw over, looked at the white powder inside, and asked in confusion: "Salt?"

Li Chengqian nodded: "To be precise, this is sea salt."

The small cloth bag contains sea salt that Wang Xuance ordered someone to send back a few days ago. It should now be considered a specialty of Dengzhou, Shandong. It was obtained according to the drying method left by Li Chengqian before leaving Shandong.

"How many of this thing is there? Are there many?" Cheng Yaojin dipped a little salt with his fingers and sent it to his mouth to taste it, and was spit out in a salty way.

Li Chengqian believes that the old man should have known the news that the sea salt is successful, and he will announce it in the court if he doesn't use it. Naturally, there is no need to hide it: "There are of course many that are sunburned with sea water."

There were eighteen salt ponds and six hundred and forty wells in the Tang Dynasty. In the past, due to the redundancy of personnel and the difficulty of transportation, a illusion of salt shortage was created.

Now that the new salt law is implemented, the production, transportation and sales of salt are handled by merchants. Driven by their profit-seeking nature, salt has basically been sold all over the world by them, and there is no shortage of salt in the Tang Dynasty.

"Are you planning to do business?" He threw back a small bag of salt in his hand to Li Chengqian, and Cheng Yaojin looked at Li Chengqian strangely.

"Well..., you can understand this too!" Li Chengqian saw that Lao Cheng was very sweet and wanted to eat it. However, Lao Cheng hid aside and rubbed his fingers awkwardly.

"Don't you never touch business?" Cheng Yaojing asked while savoring the unique fragrance of beef in his mouth.

Speaking of business, Li Chengqian was full of bitterness. "Do you think I'm willing? The Carboniferous Department is developing in Shanxi, and the cement factory is building a river embankment. Both of them are only out of the market, not to mention the supervision. Now there are more than 100 people who need to be raised, and they also have to buy feed, and the training fee is also paid."

It is so embarrassing that a crown prince from this country was actually so costly that he asked the general to discuss business matters with money.

Moreover, because of this damn prince's identity, the business cannot be done openly, otherwise a series of impeachments such as competing for profit with the people and damaging the royal majesty will be piled on the old man's table.

After chatting about the tea time, Lao Cheng couldn't listen: "Okay, just say what you mean. If you have too much, Lao Cheng won't understand."

"Beef jerky is a business I gave to you the military, but you need to pay a certain fee from the Carboniferous Site. It's that simple. As for whether your military sells the beef jerky or keeps it for yourself, it has nothing to do with my Carboniferous Site."

Li Chengqian has no more tricks now. Dai Zhou is so stupid that he always emphasizes that the Carboniferous Department is "independent accounting". Since he does not pay the money, he will not allocate money to them.

That's it. He forced Li Chengqian out of his way and had to find the military to cooperate with him, preparing to use the military to get some money from Dai Zhou.

"You should talk to Old Man Du about this matter, but Old Cheng can't make a decision." Cheng Yaojing ate all the beef jerky and clapped his hands to express his expression that had nothing to do with him.

"That's it..., okay." Seeing the firm refusal in Cheng's fairy's eyes, Li Chengqian nodded and turned around and left, sighing in his heart that Old Cheng's shrewdness was indeed amazing.

Half an hour later, Li Er took a sip of tea in the study of Lizheng Palace, and said with a smile: "How is it? Have you been pushed back?"

"These old guys are too smart." Li Chengqian shook his head and sighed, then: "Father, can't you really allocate some money?"

"No." Li Er said: "It was what you said at the beginning that you were responsible for your own profits and losses, so I don't want any other expenses except taxes. Now you can't handle it anymore. If you ask me to allocate funds to you, do you think it's possible?"

"But my father, that pigeon project is not the business of the son minister. It is a department under the Ministry of War. You cannot let me be responsible for their expenses, just like you cannot let me be responsible for the salary of the three provinces and six ministries." Li Chengqian said with a frown.

"Oh, then I can get it under the jurisdiction of the Carboniferous Department." Li Er's answer almost made Li Chengqian fall head-on. He was simply too scoundrel.

Li Chengqian felt that his young mind was hurt and he had to remember it in his heart. So after he greeted him and left, His Majesty Li Er found that a brush he often used was gone.

If you don’t see me, you’ll disappear. Old Li doesn’t care about a pen. Anyway, that little bastard has been passing things out of his study for more than once or twice.

From that teacup to the lonely book later, the most evil thing was that once I walked away with a Jindun, I really don’t know how he took such a big thing out.

The generous Li Er forgives Li Chengqian for his habit of following me. Anyway, even if he is pulled back, the kid will deal with it with "Son stealing his father is not a thief."

Two days later, the loyal 'Sage of Monkey King' Lin Songhai came to Lao Li with a strange look on his face: "Your Majesty."

"What's the matter?" Li Er put down the book in his hand and said lightly.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince..."

"Chengqian? What's he doing?" Li Er glanced at Lin Songhai suspiciously, feeling that he was in trouble again.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince is preparing to hold a royal auction the day before New Year's Eve." Lin Songhai said hesitantly: "Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness, Your Highness, Princess Changle, and Princess Yuzhang are all involved."

"Auction? What are some of the little guys to sell?" Li Erke didn't think that a group of seven or eight-year-old children could sell anything good.

"Well, it seems like the things you were taken away by your Majesty before are on the auction list."
Chapter completed!