Chen Ji stared at the stone table, "Since no one is losing out, where do the entrenched problems come from?"
Chen Yu chuckled, "Later, with constant silver mining domestically and an endless influx from overseas, silver became less valuable. At that time, a salt permit was worth four maces of silver. So many years have passed, and the salt permit is still the same price... Do you understand my point?"
Chen Ji understood. Back then, four maces of silver could buy five dan of grain, but now four maces only buy half a dan. The court should have raised the price of a salt permit to four taels long ago, but it's still priced at four maces.
He frowned and asked, "The court doesn't care?"
