"I want to ask you, have you ever considered changing an anchor?"

Fang Shiyu looked at Li Shanchang and others and asked.

Change to an anchor.

When everyone heard Fang Shiyu's inquiry, they fell into deep thought.

Just now, Boy Fang told them what does anchor mean? It is something that reflects the value of money.

The four characteristics that can become a currency anchor must be met, easy to measure, easy to carry, easy to store and easy to maintain value.

Precious metals such as gold, silver and copper are inherently anchors of currency.

For a long time in history, many countries' currencies were either gold or silver, and even worse, copper.

However, there is not much gold, silver and copper in the Ming Dynasty nowadays, so Fang Xiaozi said directly that he would change to another anchor.

Then gold, silver and copper coins will definitely not work.

So what should I use?

"Mr. Fang, is it the anchor in your heart...is it salt?"

Li Shanchang said after a while.

Salt is a necessity for people's lives. It has the characteristics of easy preservation and easy portability. It can completely serve as an anchor for the treasure money of the Ming Dynasty.

In some remote mountainous areas of the Ming Dynasty, some local people just spend salt as money.

"I said, Old Man Li, how did you come up with this method?"

"This method is simply terrible."

"I just said that you have the talent of the prime minister, but I didn't expect that I was just seeing it."

Fang Shiyu looked at Li Shanchang with a look of regret and said speechlessly.

"I am really ashamed, and I hope Mr. Fang can broaden my horizons for me."

This person is a slut.

Just now, when Fang Shiyu praised himself for his talent as a prime minister, he was afraid that he would die.

Now that Fang Shiyu said that he did not have the talent of a prime minister at all, why was he so disappointed in his heart?

Are you really a naughty person?

In the subconscious, Li Shanchang, a prime minister who is comparable to Li Si and Xiao He in history, has regarded Fang Shiyu's evaluation as the highest standard for measuring his own abilities.

Wu Lin was also secretly grateful in her heart.

The first thing he thought of was salt.

Li Shanchang could say it immediately, otherwise he would have become a mistake in Fang Shiyu's mouth.

It's really good luck.

"Actually it's very simple. I've told you before that something that can become an anchor must have the characteristics of a beam that is easy to carry, easy to store, and easy to maintain value."

"The methods of refining salt in different places have different raw materials. Some people can kill people if they eat too much salt, while others can be regarded as luxury."

"The value of salt is difficult to measure, and there is no unified standard, so it is not appropriate to measure it."

"Besides, when things like salt melt when they encounter water, even if the weather is scanned, it will bring a lot of loss, which is really difficult to preserve."

"Two of the four conditions I mentioned violated. Tell me how you think of how salt can become an anchor."

Fang Shiyu said speechlessly.

Salt is definitely not possible.

In addition to these two main reasons, there is also the main reason, that is, Fang Shiyu wants to use salt to make a fortune.

If salt really becomes the anchor of the Ming Dynasty treasure banknote, then there will be a stumbling block on my way to make a fortune in the future.

Besides, I have something in my heart that is more suitable as an anchor than R&D.

So he decisively rejected Li Shanchang's answer.

"So that's how it is."

After learning the answer, Li Shanchang suddenly realized.

I didn't expect that such a simple truth would not have been expected.

It seems that learning until you are old is not groundless

"So Mr. Fang, what do you think should be used to act as an anchor?"

Prince Zhu Biao asked curiously.

"In fact, for the Ming Dynasty, the best anchor is food."

Fang Shiyu said loudly.

It's actually food.

Li Shanchang and others were stunned at first, and then they all showed disappointed expressions on their faces.

The grain output of the Ming Dynasty was very low.

The wheat yield in the north is only more than 300 kilograms per mu.

Although the rice grown in the south is a little better than wheat in the north, the yield per mu is only less than 600 kilograms.

This is still the case of good weather and careful cultivation.

If you encounter natural disasters and man-made disasters, not to mention the lack of income, even if you lose it, it is not impossible.

The tax grain collected by the court every year is not much left except for the salary given to the officials and the royal family and the food and salary of the guards.

The remaining grains were stored in the Ming Dynasty for emergencies.

It can be said that the Ming Dynasty did not have any excess food to exchange for, and the treasure money in the hands of the people.

If food is used as the anchor for the treasure money of the Ming Dynasty, there is no need to wait for inflation, and the Ming Dynasty will soon be in chaos.

What was this young master Fang’s idea?

"Young Master Fang's method is not bad, but we still need to make a long-term plan."

Zhu Biao was a gentle young man. He didn't want to save Fang Shiyu's face, so he took the initiative to talk about it.

"It seems that you don't believe me?"

"If I tell you that there are crops that can reach a yield of 1,000 or even 5,000 kilograms in this world, and that they are easy to harvest in drought and flood, then do you think my suggestions are feasible?"

Fang Shiyu looked at the people in front of him and said indifferently.

"Hahaha, the yield per mu is over 100 kilograms, and the yield is guaranteed by drought and flood, and it is easy to manage. Boss Fang, are you bullying me, the old man who has never planted the land? How could there be such a magical thing in this world?"

"Young people have some ability and like to brag. I can understand, but it would be wrong to brag like this."

"I don't even dare to think like this in my dreams. If I could stabilize at four or five hundred kilograms a year, I would burn high incense for my ancestors."

“…”

Li Shanchang and others shook their heads and expressed their disbelief.

Before these people went to generals and ministers, many of them had been farmed by people.

For example, Zhu Yuanzhang, before he became a monk, he always worked as a tenant for the landlords in his hometown.

It can be said that everyone present is a good person to serve crops.

In their perception, there is no crop that can produce more than 600 kilograms per mu.

Not to mention that the yield per mu of Xiaozi Fang is over 100 kilograms.

This is absolutely impossible.

"It seems that you don't believe me."

"You know when you were eating hot pot just now, there were the food I mentioned."

Fang Shiyu pointed to the leftovers in the hot pot and said.

"What did you say? There is actually a grain yield of several thousand kilograms per mu."

"You are kidding me. This kind of magical thing was eaten by me, but I don't feel anything at all.

"It's a waste. Where can such a divine thing be eaten? It should be offered well between the temples."

“…”

A group of people stared at the leftovers on the table with their eyes wide open. They tried to find that Fang Shiyu's mouth could produce more than a thousand kilograms of grain per mu.

Looking at the anxious look of the people in front of him, Fang Shiyu shook his head helplessly.
Chapter completed!