Chapter 4855 (1/2)
”I saw it in a storybook. It's OK recently. I tried it.” Tang Guo took out a story book, which was obtained in his world. The characters were similar, and Zhou Jin could understand it.
”How could it be...”
”I'm going to arrange people to do it. Salt wells are not purchased here. I'm going to the border and some foreign countries.”
Some time ago, she made a group of puppet paper figures by exaggerating her hands to do this.
Zhou Jin: are there enough people
”Enough.”
Zhou Jin didn't say much. Tang Guo is so mysterious that she must have her own way. As long as she doesn't go, it's nothing.
The next day, Tang Guo arranged most of the puppet paper men to go out and refine according to her plan to go to the border and some foreign countries to refine refined salt.
After more than a year, the puppet paper men came back with refined salt to negotiate with Yun Bingjun, intending to open a shop in the capital. After all, salt sales in this country need official permission.
As expected, Yun Bingjun, despite the opposition of ministers, quarreled with those ministers in the court with a red face and cursed them to shame.
Little Emperor Zhou Jin sat on it, looking silly. In fact, he was very satisfied with a big war today.
The Regent, Yun Bingjun, did not let him down when he quarreled.
Especially when he was in charge, these old ministers could not kill him.
Every time when Yun Bingjun won a complete victory, Zhou Jin sighed, why is not his servant?
In fact, he thinks that Yun Bingjun is not suitable to be an emperor. He is really suitable for being an emperor's knife. He can chop down whoever he meets.
”Emperor, the appearance of refined salt is good for the country and the people. We can't miss such an opportunity. The minister asked for some from the peddler. In front of the emperor and his ministers, he could use the refined salt to cook the soup, so that you could have a taste of the refined salt. ” Yunbingjun is very confident. The little emperor is very obedient and listens to him.
When Zhou Jin wanted to be accurate, the ministers knelt down one after another: ”emperor, no, this refined salt...”
”Accurate!” Zhou Jin interrupts these selfish old men's words. Refined salt is cheap and delicious. These guys want to say something bad for their own interests. They hate to die.