After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

Master Tong's ideas were completely different from those of his wife.

Grand Tutor Tong certainly understood that his arbitrary rule of government had long caused dissatisfaction among the young emperor, but due to his power, the emperor did not dare to break up with him openly.

Well, the young emperor's abnormal behavior now can only mean one thing, this little guy is doing something again!

"No, tell Xiaomao to relax. It won't be long before the emperor is still the emperor."

After giving his wife a reassurance, Grand Tutor Tong went to bed as usual. When he went to court the next day, he found that his former lackeys were whispering about something.

Some of them had happy expressions on their faces and walked with a breeze, while others had envy, jealousy and hatred on their faces.

Others regretted their decision and sighed repeatedly.

Master Tong was completely confused. What on earth had happened that he had no idea about?

Master Tong originally thought that this was an ordinary, sparse court meeting, but he didn't expect that at the end, the young emperor who sat at the top and always acted as a mascot suddenly said something.

"In recent years, the tax revenue from the maritime spice trade has been decreasing year by year. However, the spice business in Kyoto's food street is extremely hot. It doesn't look like the spice business has been affected."

After Grand Tutor Tong and the Minister of Revenue looked at each other, the Minister of Revenue stepped forward.

"Your Majesty, the spices in the Dashi Style Street come from the west, by land, while our spice business mainly targets ships at sea. The two are different."

The young emperor's eyes flickered. "You mean, the spice business at sea has been bad in recent years? If that's the case, then we should take back some of the sailing permits."

This is a bit difficult to answer.

The Zhou Dynasty encouraged maritime trade, but sea permits had to be issued to large ships that went on long voyages.

Only large ships that pass the inspection are eligible to engage in ocean trade.

One reason is to ensure the safety of large ships, and the other is to register these large ships for the purpose of collecting taxes.

For medium-sized ships like those, as long as you are not afraid of risking your life, you can get a sea permit by using some connections.

What was the young emperor's intention in suddenly bringing up this incident?

The Minister of Revenue stole a glance at Grand Tutor Tong and saw that he was sitting there with his eyes closed, not saying a word. For a moment he didn't know how to answer.

However, some officials who used the title of retainers to conduct maritime spice trade were becoming restless.

They cannot afford big ships and all they use are medium-sized vessels. If there is a strict inspection of the seagoing permits, the first ones to suffer will be the owners of these medium-sized vessels!

"Your Majesty, this is not possible! Our Great Zhou is mainly based on commercial taxes. If we control the sea permit, won't it affect our tax business even more? After all, maritime trade is not just about spice trade!"

The young emperor seemed convinced: "You mean, this sea permit should not only not be reduced, but should be expanded?"

"Yes, isn't it?" The officials secretly did not want to issue good sea permits everywhere. After all, scarcity makes things valuable.

Just think about it again, what does it matter even if you have a sea license?

Only the shipyards in Mingzhou and Wenzhou can produce ocean-going ships, and the fixed annual output is limited, so the increase in sea licenses does not seem to have any impact on the shipping business.

A consensus was reached at the court meeting to relax the issuance of sea permits.

After the court meeting ended, as they approached the palace gate, the officials began to complain and chatter.

"Your Majesty, why did you suddenly bring up the spice trade? I was so shocked!"

Officials secretly engaged in the spice trade, and more than one or two of them evaded taxes.

If they really investigate, no one will benefit!

"Who knows? And there's also the sea permit! What does it matter if there's a little more or a little less? Anyway, there are only a few ships that can go to sea every year!"

"Forget it, forget it. Let's listen to His Majesty on this matter. If he wants to add a few more, then he can. There is no need to go against his wishes on this matter."

"Yes! Yes! It's better to add a sea permit than to investigate the spice trade!"

"But why do I feel like we've been fooled? Your Majesty is asking for an exorbitant price and then paying it back?"

"You worry too much. Your Majesty went through so much trouble just for a few sailing permits?!"

Master Tong glanced at his colleagues and coughed twice as he passed by the officials.

The officials under him were shocked and shut their mouths, planning to go back home and change their clothes immediately.

In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, the servants had already prepared fine wine and delicious food.

Not far away, musicians were playing and singing. The beautiful music mixed with the sound of the rushing river was quite interesting.

Small boats carrying people of noble status came to the dock of the island in the middle of the lake. After they got on the dock, they turned back to Kyoto.

Everyone sat down one by one. The temperature in the pavilion in the middle of the lake was a little lower than outside, and it was surrounded by ice cubes to cool off, making it even cooler.

After getting rid of the heat from their bodies, the tense nerves of the people in the pavilion also relaxed.

No one knew what this rally was for, and they were just waiting for the person at the top to speak.

A deep and magnetic voice echoed in the courtroom: "Let's have an intelligence check. What have you done in recent days?"

Intelligence reconciliation?!

Everyone looked at each other in surprise, this was really rare!

This small group is very close-knit, and everything revolves around that family.

It is very loose if you say it is loose. Everyone has his own things to do and is too lazy to tell others or to inquire about what others are doing.

But since the adults have asked for a reconciliation, let’s do it.

"We are currently collecting statistics on the disasters in various places. From the current perspective, we may need to release grain from warehouses after the autumn harvest."

"anything else?"

The person who replied thought for a moment and said tentatively, "He used the name of a god to cheat some money from Gu Nanxi."

All his friends knew about this, so there was no need to hide it.

"oh?!"

"I asked Meiyan Niang to take out her cosmetics and give them to Madam Gu Nanxi, the wife of Marquis Yongchang."

The man at the top remained calm and told the others to continue reporting.

The others seemed to vaguely know what they should say.

In addition to normal work reports, he also talked about how he earned extra money.

"My name is Bi Sheng, and I gave some memories to Gu Nanxi, um, that movable type printing." The person who spoke had a voice as small as a fly, and his head almost shrank into his chest.

"I asked an old Taoist priest to give Gu Nanxi the formula for gunpowder, but I'm sure it's useless. It's just an ordinary firework!"

"I just asked someone to send her a compass! There were Si Nan before, this one is just more sophisticated!"

"Well, I asked someone to send her a ship model! Although she has the shipbuilding skills, Xing Lao San will definitely not agree to sell it at a low price!"

……

As they checked each item one by one, the expressions of the people reporting began to look strange.

Their voices grew lower and lower as they reported, and they were sweating profusely.

Until the person at the top sneered: "Great job! Have you forgotten who your master is? You actually gave money, people and technology to Gu Nanxi! You just hope that Gu Nanxi is a stupid person!"