"Grandpa, this is the settlement account for this Cuju competition."

In the Huagai Hall, Zhu Yunxi lowered his head and held an account in both hands and sent it to Zhu Yuanzhang, who had a calm face.

Prince Zhu Biao, who was sitting aside, held a memorial in his hand. He raised his head slightly and glanced at his son, then lowered his head and ignored what was going on here.

There's nothing strange about the old man's face.

But it was just like this that made Zhu Yunxi, who was sneaking around with his head down and looking at the old man secretly, a little uneasy.

It’s just a Cuju competition that lasts less than an hour.

A total of more than 230,000 taels of silver were accounted for.

Zhu Yuanzhang's heart was turbulent, his mood was up and down, and he felt indescribable.

Snorted coldly.

Zhu Yuanzhang threw the accounts aside and picked up a report from his side.

However, he raised his head and glanced sideways at his eldest grandson standing in front of him.

Zhu Yuanzhang snorted twice, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "In response to the Tianfu report, 127 people fell into the Qinhuai River today, 105 were rescued, and 22 died."

Only so much to die?

Zhu Yunxi was about to speak when he glanced at the old man's sinister eyes, immediately closed his mouth, swallowed the words that came to his lips, and hurriedly lowered his head again.

"Ten thousand taels for a human life is really valuable!" Zhu Yuanzhang sarcastically mocked Zhu Yunxi, slapping his palm on the armrest: "If it weren't for the ordinary people here, I would be able to skin you right now!"<

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Hearing this, Zhu Yunxi couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

The old man turned out just as he expected.

People's lives are truly valuable.

Those gentry and merchants?

These are the people the old man has killed the most over the years.

If you could get ten thousand taels of silver by killing these people, I'm afraid the household department of the Ming Dynasty would have been buried long ago.

Zhu Yunhe took two steps forward on tiptoe and arrived in front of the old man. Then he knelt down and smiled silly at the old man with a smiling face.

"Grandpa, in the twenty-seven years since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, there have been countless luxuries in the world. The imperial court's current tax reform is also to mediate the reconciliation. Otherwise, the rich will become richer in the world, and the poor will never get ahead.

."

"If it were put in a storybook, the things my grandson did would be called robbing the rich and giving to the poor."

Snap!

In the side hall, after the palms and the melon seeds on the head came into close contact, a clear and loud music bloomed.

Zhu Yuanzhang stared, and after spanking his eldest grandson, he reached out and pinched his eldest grandson's face: "You, you, you still rob the rich and give to the poor? Is there going to be another battle in the future where chivalry uses force to break the ban?"

Zhu Yunxi held the old man's palm with both hands, freed his face from the old man's palm, gritted his big white teeth and shook his head like a rattle: "You don't dare, my grandson doesn't dare to break his own laws."

Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at it and hummed: "This time, if it stays like this all day, no matter how deep the Qinhuai River is, it will become a smooth road."

Zhu Yunxi immediately echoed: "My grandson is just doing this, and I can settle the account later. Don't worry, grandpa, my grandson will definitely keep the promise that people are not allowed to bet. You can't turn a good thing into a bad thing."

It caused public dissatisfaction."

"Just stick to the bottom line."

Zhu Yuanzhang spoke leisurely.

Just a few gentry and merchants died.

To him, it is just a number like twenty-two as he said.

Zhu Yunxi stood up, bowed and nodded: "My grandson knows."

"Go, grandpa, you don't have to wait here anymore, go and do things outside."

Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand and started to chase people away, then threw the report from Yingtian Mansion and the accounts of the Cuju competition aside, which was considered to have exposed the matter.

Zhu Yunxi glanced at the old man and slowly pushed him away.

When he was about to go out and walked up to the prince's father, he had not even asked for resignation.

Zhu Biao stood up with a smile and put his hand on his son's shoulder.

Zhu Yunxi was a little puzzled, and he was about to ask with doubts in his eyes, but he felt a force on his shoulder, and his father held him in his arms and let him walk outside.

Exit the side hall and cross the threshold of the main hall.

Zhu Yunxi finally couldn't help turning his head and looking sideways at his father.

"Dad, if you have anything to do with you, just tell me. My son will go up to the mountains of swords and into the sea of ​​fire, but he will still get it done for you!"

What Zhu Yunxi said at this time was obligatory, sonorous and powerful.

Zhu Biao stretched out a hand and placed it in front of his son, with a smile on his face and remained silent.

Zhu Yunxi frowned and said suspiciously: "Dad, what do you want to do?"

Dad, have you lost your mind in reading?

Zhu Yunxi couldn't help but hesitate.

Zhu Biao stared at his silly son who had not reacted yet. He suddenly blew his beard and stared angrily: "Money!"

"The three thousand taels of silver... No! It's thirty thousand taels of silver!"

"Give it back to the orphan!"

Zhu Yunxi's eye sockets are constantly dilating and rounding visible to the naked eye.

Then, under the gaze of Zhu Biao like a stupid son, Zhu Yunxi burst into laughter.

From the moment I couldn't keep my eyes open with laughter, to laughter, and finally to laughter until my stomach twitched, I could only squat on the golden brick floor in front of the Huagai Hall.

Bang bang bang.

The gold bricks in front of the Huagai Palace made a sound when Zhu Yunxi patted them.

Zhu Biao's face gradually darkened.

"That's Gu's money!"

"Dad..." Zhu Yunxi laughed so hard that he was out of breath. He raised his head and looked at his father, and then laughed again.

Seeing that the prince is about to get angry and show his majesty as I am.

Zhu Yunxi finally calmed down.

"Give!"

"Dad, don't say it's thirty thousand taels, it's three hundred thousand taels. If you ask, my son will get it for you!"

"After a while, my son will have your three...thirty thousand taels of silver sent over."

The household department is the household department, and the internal money is the internal money.

The salary of the Ming Dynasty clan is salary.

When Zhu Biao heard that his son really wanted to send 30,000 taels of silver, he took it seriously and nodded with satisfaction.

Then he glared at his son again, and Zhu Biao said solemnly: "Seeing that you are about to get married, these 30,000 taels of orphans have to buy things and give them to those two girls."

After saying this, Prince Zhu Biao looked like he had been raising pigs for more than ten years and had ruined the good cabbage in other people's cabbage fields, and he felt pity for other people.

Zhu Yunxi finally climbed up from the gold brick floor and held his father's arm: "This money was originally used to supplement the son's marriage."

Zhu Biao immediately turned his head, showing disbelief.

Zhu Yunxi said seriously: "The Taisun Mansion on the Jiuqu side of Qingxi was built by the Ministry of Household and Ministry of Industry after his son was canonized as the grandson. It cost a lot of money. The national treasury was consumed for his personal affairs. My son always felt uncomfortable.

OK.

The handicap tax payment for the Cuju competition can be regarded as filling this gap.

As for the expenses for the son's marriage, although it is an expenditure of internal funds, there is no amount of internal funds left in the palace these years. In the past few years, it was barely enough to support the court, and it has only gotten better in the past two years.

Although my son has no ability now, he has grown up. He cannot keep asking for money from the family. The internal funds must be reserved for grandpa and you to reward the meritorious soldiers of the imperial court for the New Year."

From the beginning to the end, Zhu Yunxi never mentioned a word. In addition to the above purposes, he also had the reason of cutting off the leeks of the wealthy gentry and merchants of the Ming Dynasty.

Cutting leeks.

You can only do it but not say it.

Zhu Biao took his son's wrist and said with a serious face: "It's not just the bottom line your grandpa said that you must keep and not exploit the few remaining things of the people. You must also take care of your ends and don't always end up killing people."

A lawsuit is coming."

Zhu Yunxi nodded hurriedly: "Don't worry, those people will always win in the future, and they will follow common sense when they lose and win. But in this handicap, you will never lose if you are the banker."<

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There is no such thing as a banker losing money.
To be continued...