Daming: I really don’t want to be an emperor!

"Minister of Revenue, how much is the salary of a Ming prince?"

Zhu Yunxun asked.

Wang Chunsan stood up quickly. Zhu Yunhuan had already informed Wang Chunsan what he was going to do, and Wang Chunsan had done a lot of homework in this regard.

"Your Highness, in the ninth year of Hongwu, His Majesty officially set the salary standard for the princes and princesses. The princes received 50,000 dan of rice, 25,000 strings of paper money, 40 rolls of brocade, 300 rolls of linen, 100 rolls of gauze each, 500 rolls of silk, 1,000 rolls of winter and summer cloth each, 2,000 taels of cotton, 2,000 yin of salt, 1,000 jin of tea, 50 rolls of horse fodder each month, and a roll of satin for the craftsmen each year, which was allocated to the prince's palace for its own production."

Wang Chunsan replied.

When the princes heard this, they were all confused. Isn’t he going to attack us?

Why is this related to salary again?

Does it mean that if they raise the salaries of their subjects, they should also raise our salaries?

Zhu Yunhuan nodded, "My dear uncles, how much do you think?"

Zhu Yunhuan looked at the princes again.

All the princes were silent, feeling that there was something fishy about Zhu Yunhuan's words.

Not easy to answer.

“Not much…”

At this time, Zhu Su responded tentatively.

Zhu Yunhuan nodded, "Yes, not much. Your Majesty wants his children and grandchildren to live a good life, so the salary is not high."

"Then Your Highness is going to increase our salaries?" Zhu Su's eyes lit up. This seemed like he was really going to increase our salaries.

Hey hey hey.

However, Zhu Yunhuan shook his head and said, "It is no big deal to pay the salary of your generation of princes, but what about the fifth or tenth generation?

Your Majesty has more than twenty sons. I won't say much about the uncles. I will also assume that each of you has only twenty sons. Minister Wang, you do the math."

Wang Chunsan accepted the order.

"According to what Your Highness just said, Your Majesty has twenty-six sons. Not counting those who have passed away, we will count them as twenty-six princes of the first generation.

The salary of a prince was 6,000 dan of rice, 2,800 strings of paper money, 10 pieces of brocade, 50 pieces of linen, 25 pieces of gauze, and 100 pieces of silk and winter and summer cloth each.

There are also 500 taels of cotton, 50 yin of salt, 300 kilograms of tea, and fodder for ten horses per month. The second generation of vassal kings, each of the twenty-six vassal kings will have nineteen county kings.

If his legitimate son succeeds as prince, then there will be an additional 494 county princes' salaries, which means the salaries of the above county princes will be multiplied by 494 times.

Not to mention fifteen or sixteen years old, if we assume that a generation is twenty years old, by the third generation, each of the nearly five hundred princes had twenty sons.

By the third generation, the number of royal family members had approached 10,000. At this time, the Ming Dynasty had been founded for less than a hundred years, and the national treasury could barely support itself.

But if it comes to the fourth and fifth generations of the royal family, the national treasury will almost be unable to sustain itself just by supporting them, according to the current treasury items.

Please see, according to my calculations, the Ming Dynasty will only last for ten generations at most, and the national treasury will be unable to make ends meet due to the salaries of clan members, and there will not be a penny left to govern the country.

If there is another natural disaster or man-made calamity, the ancestral temple will be overturned and the country will be upside down! This is the result of careful calculations by the Ministry of Revenue. "

Wang Chunsan took out a large piece of paper from his arms, which was filled with densely written data.

Wang Chunsan first took a look at it in front of all the officials, then stopped in front of the prince. Everyone looked at the data on it, and some people began to calculate.

"Your Highness, are you going to cut the salaries of our clan members?" Prince Qin Zhu Chong stood up suddenly.

This little money is not enough for me.

So you still want to cut it?

Zhu Yunxun shook his head and said, "I will not reduce the salary of the prince. Reducing the salary is only a temporary solution and does not address the root cause."

"Fuck, Your Highness, you don't want to limit the number of children that your clan members can have? Only one or two children per generation? If that's the case, how can our Ming Dynasty flourish and prosper?"

Zhu Gang also stood up suddenly.

It’s not okay to prevent people from having children.

Zhu Yunxun still shook his head, "That won't happen."

"Then what are you going to do, Your Highness?" Zhu Di asked with a bow.