Your Majesty, the night management fee for last night has been calculated. "
The urban management brigade in Madongmei naturally has people assigned by the official department who are responsible for collecting money and keeping accounts.
It's not that I don't believe them, it's that the cultural level of those people in Ma Dongmei is not clear at all because they have so much money.
Ma Dongmei also applied for sending people to collect money and keep accounts.
"How many?" Li Shimin, who was reviewing the memorial, paused and put down his pen and asked.
"2600 yuan!" Fang Xuanling looked at the receipt in his hand and confirmed that it was indeed correct.
This is still the first day, and many people are actually still in a wait-and-see mode. Of course, there are more people buying things on the first day, and there may be less in the future. But if the management fees paid by many shops today are flattened out, 2,500 yuan a day is Whatever.
This is just one day's income for a city in Chang'an.
If calculated on a yearly basis, that would be almost more than 900,000 yuan, which is not a small amount of money.
The entire Tang Dynasty's annual fiscal revenue is now only over 10 million yuan, and the nighttime management fees collected from the lifting of the curfew in Chang'an City alone can account for one-tenth of that.
Of course, this is also because Chang'an has a large population. After absorbing a lot of refugees this winter, the registered population has exceeded one million.
There are also a lot of unregistered people, which total at least 1.4 million.
Looking at the report handed over by Fang Xuanling, Li Shimin was a little tempted.
If Luoyang, Taiyuan and other big cities in the Tang Dynasty could lift the curfew, I am afraid that the annual fiscal revenue could double.
How many soldiers and horses can he raise with this money? He would play with the globe he took from Tang Ping every day before going to bed, thinking about establishing a broader territory for the Tang Dynasty.
Of course, he also knows that this kind of thing cannot be rushed. First of all, the lives of the people in other cities are not as easy as Chang'an, the conditions are not yet mature, and the urban management team is not that easy to handle.
"Take one thousandth as a bonus for the urban management department, and then tell them to work hard. After other cities gradually come into contact with curfews, we will select the best among them to be promoted to the local urban management brigade captain, and be awarded the rank of ninth-grade military officer."
Li Shimin knows how to get these people to contribute. As long as they have money and status, those former rogues will be grateful.
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, work for him loyally.
"Yes!" Fang Xuanling didn't have any objections to this, so she agreed and planned to leave.
Then I saw Cheng Zhijie coming in in a hurry.
"Your Majesty, I have something to ask of you!" He said he was begging, but Cheng Zhijie's tone was not polite at all.
Li Shimin is used to it. If he didn't do this, he wouldn't be Cheng Zhijie.
"Tell me, what's going on?"
"When I saw the woolen thing that Mr. Tang Ping made, my mother insisted on using that wool to knit a sweater for everyone in the family."
"This is a good thing, what's wrong?" Li Shimin looked at him with interest.
"What's the matter? It's not like you don't know my mother's eyes. She's fine during the day, but at night, she can't even sleep and has to knit. I won't listen to anything I say."
"Then what do you want me to do?" Li Shimin was a little curious. He couldn't let himself decree that the old lady was not allowed to knit sweaters at night, right?
"Help me get this!" Cheng Zhijie raised his finger and pointed at the light above Li Shimin's head.
This is a solar lamp given by Tang Ping last year. Solar panels were laid on the roof of Xiande Hall and then connected to make a chandelier.
Because it only uses lighting and does not consume much electricity, even on cloudy days, the inside of Xiande Hall can be as bright as day at night.
"How can I help you get it?" Li Shimin said angrily: "I only have one here, and there are two more, one in Prince Zhao's Mansion and one in Prince Qin's Mansion. How about you go to my eldest brother or third brother to ask for it?"
Now Li Shimin can't live without this thing. He basically works late every day. This chandelier is much better than the original candle at night.
"I want to say, Your Majesty, help me find your nephew to ask for one!" Cheng Zhijie said his ultimate goal. No matter how thick-skinned he was, it would be fine if it were just an ordinary thing, but this lamp is obviously a treasure. He I was too embarrassed to go to Tang Ping.
It was only after seeing that every new house in Shanghe Village had lights that he had the nerve to ask Li Shimin about it, because in his opinion, it shouldn't be too difficult for Tang Ping to get such a thing.
Fang Xuanling originally planned to leave, but after hearing Cheng Zhijie's words, she stood aside and waited to see what Li Shimin said.
If you can get it, do it yourself
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Of course, I need one. I can’t say that an old lady can use a lamp to knit a sweater at night. I am a dignified Tang Dynasty prime minister who needs to light candles when doing business at night.
Li Shimin looked at the two of them and rubbed his temples. None of these guys were worried.
"Cheng Zhijie, your son and his friends are in the new school and they are said to be studying this thing this semester. Didn't he tell you?"
"What? That little brat hasn't been home for more than a month, and... with his pig brain, can he figure out such a thing?"
Cheng Zhijie pointed to the chandelier above his head. He didn't believe it himself.
"Yuanji said something when he came back a few days ago. I don't know the details. Why don't you go to the new academy and have a look?"
Tang Ping gave these things to him as a filial piety from his nephew to his uncle. If he came to ask for them, what would they be? I am not Li Yuanji, so thick-skinned.
And Tang Ping did say that as long as there is coal, we can slowly study the electricity that can be used in Datang, saying that it is just boiling water.
Li Shimin didn't know what the relationship between boiling water and electricity was, so he just let Tang Ping figure it out slowly.
Since Li Shimin said so, Cheng Zhijie really wanted to go take a look. After asking Fang Xuanling, the old man was also interested, so they went together.
Tang Ping is still teaching in the new school, but he only teaches liberal arts. Xiang Long and the others have already finished learning the special operations knowledge, and they have to fumble and study the rest by themselves.
On the liberal arts side, Tang Ping only comes here twice a week to lecture these people on theory and let them tinker with the rest of the experiments.
Anyway, if there is danger, Tang Ping will explain it in advance.
The two of them came over now, and Tang Ping was naturally not there. Cheng Zhijie went directly over and opened the door of a classroom, only to see his boy Cheng Chumo rushing out with his head buried in his head.
"You're such a coward, why are you running around?"
Cheng Chumo looked up and saw his father, and he was a little confused: "Dad, why are you here?"
"What? I can't come? Let me see what you learned here during the day."
"Here you go, Dad, we just made a pedal generator today and we are planning to try it out!"
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