Daming: Grandpa Emperor, please get up and sit on my throne!

When Zhu Yunhuan asked a few questions in a calm and casual tone.

The entire hall.

As Zhu Yunhuan finished speaking, the place suddenly fell into dead silence.

The joy on their faces suddenly stopped.

Yu Xin and Gu Pu were officials in the same dynasty. They subconsciously looked at each other with confused expressions, as if seeking each other's opinions and explanations.

But the results are obvious.

They were both bewildered, and each saw confusion, bewilderment, helplessness, embarrassment... and many other emotions in each other's eyes.

I could only stand there stiffly, feeling very uncomfortable.

For a moment, he couldn't decide how to answer the question from the young emperor in front of him.

The increase in the issuance of treasure notes will lead to rising prices - this is a fact and phenomenon that has appeared since the eighth year of Hongwu and has lasted for nearly twenty years. They may have noticed this keenly because they are engaged in related work, or they may have summarized it through their own observation and experience.

But if you ask why this is happening...

The deep-seated reasons behind this.

Who the hell knows the specific reason behind this? Issuing treasure notes is the imperial court's job, and rising prices are a natural change. Isn't this just plain embarrassing?!

He also asked whether the Ming Baochao should be directly stopped and abolished.

For the Ming Dynasty, such a decision would have far-reaching consequences. It has both advantages and disadvantages. It would not be good to issue it, and it would not be good not to issue it either.

Who can tell?

Who dares to tell the answer?

Yu Xin and Gu Pu went over the little ancestor's questions again in their minds, and only a thousand alpaca horses were galloping through their hearts.

Gu Pu secretly groaned inwardly, "Your Majesty is so full of tricks! He stirs up trouble for us ministers every now and then, and it's okay if he does it once every few days, but every time he does it's different!"

Yu Xin, the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, who was standing next to him in an equally awkward position, suddenly recalled the bitter expression on the face of his immediate superior, Fu Youwen. "No wonder Lord Fu always looks like he's eaten a fly after returning from the Qianqing Palace, sighing and complaining. Today I finally understand."

Before, Yu Xin saw Fu Youwen looking terrified and cautious.

I always feel disdainful in my heart.

I just think that Fu Youwen is exaggerating too much - he can still get the attention of the new emperor after the change of dynasty. Isn't it just flattering the emperor according to his wishes?

He even suspected that Fu Youwen was pretending, and that he had taken all the benefits, secured his position as the head of the Ministry of Revenue, and was promoted to Shangshu. He was also often summoned by the emperor in private, and he still said that he was suffering for the sake of appearances.

In 21st-century terms, he felt like his immediate superior was in Versailles.

He often secretly criticized Fu Youwen for this reason.

And now Yu Xin just wanted to say: "Master Fu, please hold me tight. I admit that my voice was a little loud before."

For a moment, Yu Xin and Gu Pu didn't dare to answer a single word.

At the same time, Xia Yuanji and Lin Chengxuan, who are both white-collar workers, are not familiar with each other.

They all lowered their heads and observed the situation. Seeing that the two officials, Yu Xin and Gu Pu, were both fools, they felt quite relieved.

however.

They all stopped talking, and Zhu Yunhuan also stopped talking.

He even yawned inadvertently, stretched his arms, picked up the teacup beside him and started drinking it slowly, his beautiful eyes staring straight at them.

Obviously waiting for their answer.

Zhu Yunhuan was not in a hurry.

He knew that if he tried to cram things that did not belong to this era into this era bit by bit, he would definitely encounter questioning and resistance that would be like a "barrier".

It was just like the first time I wanted to popularize chemistry to that group of Taoist priests; the first time I wanted to popularize physics to that little girl who still ran away from home; the first time I popularized the later ideas of improving guns and artillery to that group of musketeers...it was all the same.