Later, Fang Qin gave a detailed list of the possible consequences of selling Ziliujin to private businessmen.

For example, after opening this gap, how would they be able to identify whether the Ziliujin in the hands of private businessmen was bought from the court, or smuggled?

If the price of Ziliujin smuggled by foreigners was lower, then the profit-seeking businessmen would naturally favor the illegal goods. Private collection, private sale, and smuggling of Ziliujin had been prohibited repeatedly but could not be eliminated, would it not become even more out of control in the future?

For another example, if there was no accident, the factory building industry would last longer than the ordinary person's lifetime. Even if the court only granted these thirteen private businesses permission, what would their descendants do?

The place that required Ziliujin would only grow more and more in the future, otherwise, it would be difficult to continue on. Thus, must the court give their children and grandchildren permission as well? What about the separation of children and grandchildren? What if the factory was bought? If the permission could also be sold, then was it not too convenient for criminals to hoard steel armor and firearms for rebellion in the future?

But if this kind of permission could only be granted once, to the person and not the factory, then when the thirteen people with the permit died and the factory would be dismissed, would it not return to the scene of refugees running rampant?

Now this generation of refugees knew that it was the foreign enemies who caused them to run astray. It was the court that had given them food and a place to be. But what would they think if, after decades, refugees reappeared once again? They would only think that it was the court that had forcefully withdrawn their permit, smashing their means of making a living... In this way, would it not solve the temporary crisis but plant endless disasters?

In addition, there were various other concerns, Fang Qin finally concluded in elegant terms: in summary, those who encouraged the sale of Ziliujin to private merchants were either simple-minded, worrying about the head but not the tail, only looking at the present but not how the future would end, or simply a stick stirring shit up, fishing in troubled waters, there was no telling what their intention was.

Minister Fang was incredibly skillful with a pen, a long paper with each and every sentence poking into the heart of Emperor Long An.

"If this paper was sent to the Grand Council first by the usual way, we would still have the ability to stop it," Jiang Chong exclaimed, "but... alas, the Fang family’s power is deeply rooted in the court."

Chang Geng suddenly laughed.

Jiang Chong was baffled by his laughter.