Han Du shook his head, "Your Highness, how much money does Fu Cai have? Even if he collects Fu, this little money will not be able to support a decent royal family."
Zhu Biao was stunned when he heard this, but Han Du's spending skills were indeed extraordinary, so he couldn't say anything.
He could only continue: "No, in fact, the annual gift is quite large, and it should be enough for the expenses of the palace. My father has always been frugal, and the expenses of the palace have been reduced again and again. He also reclaimed the imperial garden. Take one piece out and plant tea vegetables.”
Han Du rolled his eyes when he heard this, growing vegetables in the imperial garden to be self-sufficient? That is, only Lao Zhu can do such a thing.
However, Han Du couldn't complain about Lao Zhu's point. After all, who knows whether Lao Zhu really wants to be self-sufficient, or whether he wants to gain a reputation for thrift? Or maybe both.
Besides, people in high positions might actually like to farm in order to relieve stress?
"The emperor worked hard all the way from a commoner to the founding of the Ming Dynasty. He naturally knows the principle of 'every porridge and a meal should be remembered as hard-earned'. But Your Highness, you can't think that future emperors will also know the hardships of starting a business, right?"
There is another thing that Han Du can't say clearly. Apart from anything else, although Zhu Biao has accompanied Lao Zhu all the way, he has seen the hardships of the people, but which of his children understands this truth?
Born with a golden key in his mouth, he is richly clothed and well-fed. Who can expect such a child to farm his own land like Lao Zhu after he becomes emperor?
It's more like dreaming.
"Then what do you think we should do?" Zhu Biao did not dwell on this issue anymore. He himself knew that his father's frugality was not something everyone could achieve.
Han Du immediately replied: "The royal family must have its own income. As the saying goes, a good woman cannot make a meal without rice. If the royal family does not have a certain amount of wealth and a stable source of income, it will definitely be controlled by others in the future."
There is no need for Han Du to say more about this person.
Zhu Biao also understood that he was referring to the future court officials.
"In my opinion, there is no better source of stable income than industry." After Han Du said this, he paused and said, "Oh, coal mining is a pretty good industry."
Zhu Biao nodded, and he somewhat understood what Han Du meant. No wonder that when Han Du offered 50% of the charcoal stock to his father, his father declined in the end, but in the end he was still under his command. Even though he had received 40% of Han Du's shares, his father ignored him.
Zhu Biao didn't believe that his father didn't know about this matter. Even if he had never mentioned it to his father, he would definitely not be able to hide this matter from his father.
"Can salt and iron be used?" Zhu Biao was prompted by Han Du and immediately said inferences.
Han Du groaned, nodded and said: "It has been said since ancient times that the power of salt and iron is enough to support the country. It is naturally okay, but~"
Zhu Biao glared at Han Du in boredom and said calmly: "If you want to say something, say it quickly. Don't be like those veterans who go around and around to talk about something."
Han Du chuckled and said quickly: "I'm used to it, I'm used to it, Your Highness. Forgive me. However, iron is not bad. After all, the court didn't pay much attention to it and allowed people to make iron privately. But the benefits of salt, Your Highness I know, and those courtiers also know. I am afraid they will not give it to the royal family easily. They are already in a weak position. If the royal family takes away the salt again, won't they not even have any foundation? They will not give it up easily. If you give up, if there is a conflict, there may be trouble, and the gain outweighs the loss." He shook his head and sighed.
Iron is OK, salt is not.
Zhu Biao nodded and wrote this down. Suddenly he realized that Han Du was also a member of the civil service, although his current position was still very small. "You are also a member of the civil service. Why are you so concerned about these things?"
Zhu Biao looked at Han Du with a strange expression on his face.
Han Du smiled casually and said: "What kind of civil servants do you think I am? Others look down on me at all and exclude me everywhere. I naturally have no need to be polite to them."
Zhu Biao glanced at Han Du with a smile and then revealed the matter. However, when he thought that Han Du now had the largest steel-making furnace in his hands, his expression suddenly became strange, and he asked tentatively: "You said that the royal family should control industries with stable income, and you also mentioned iron. Could it be that you want to control the industry with stable income?" Give me your steel-making furnace~"
Han Du's face suddenly darkened. I was kind enough to teach you how to buy some properties for the royal family, but instead you came up with the idea of my steel-making blast furnace.
Is there no other industry in this world besides steelmaking?
This is not to say that Han Du is reluctant to part with a steel-making blast furnace, but even if the steel-making blast furnace is handed over to the royal family, it will not be better than keeping it in his own hands. Among the eunuchs under Zhu Biao, it was difficult to find one who knew how to run the business. If the blast furnace was really handed over to Zhu Biao, he might be defeated sooner or later.
And although Handu is only for steelmaking now, the blast furnace Handu is of great use. It can be used to experiment with various alloy materials in the future.
Han Du sighed and said: "It doesn't matter if I leave it to His Highness, but that minister is still useful~"
Zhu Biao interrupted Han Du's words with a wave of his hand, "I'm the one who was rude, so I'll keep that thing in your hands. If I really need it one day, you can build another one for me, too. How about that?" "
This request is acceptable.
Han Du nodded and agreed without even thinking about it. Han Du never thought that he would monopolize the world's steel business by himself. He was just like Lao Zhu and the lion, but he was short of money.
If Lao Zhu could allocate hundreds of thousands of dollars to him at that time, Han Du would immediately hand over the blast furnace to Lao Zhu without saying a word.
It's a pity that Lao Zhu has no money, and even if he has money, he won't let it go.
It is not spring when a single flower blooms alone, but only when a hundred flowers bloom can the garden be filled with spring beauty!
Even if Han Du is covered in iron, how many nails can he drive? Even if he devotes all his mind and body to monopolizing steelmaking, it will not be enough. If it directly monopolizes the steelmaking industry, it will be a real disaster for the development of steelmaking in the entire Ming Dynasty.
Therefore, Handu has never thought about monopolizing any industry to make huge profits. Whether it is cement or steelmaking, it will only serve as a starting point.
But Han Du still had a small thought in mind.
Although Zhu Biao spoke very grandly, for a person as skilled as him, it is simply a basic skill to be able to keep his emotions and anger indistinct. Han Du wasn't sure whether he would mind if he didn't hand over the steel-making furnace to him now.
Just in case, Han Du simply came up with a more profitable way.
