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

Zhu Yunhuan's tiredness was relieved by the disturbance caused by this group of Huaixi generals.

At this moment, his mind became clear and he even felt a little hungry. He turned around and picked up a piece of dessert from the table where the memorial tablet was placed, put it in his mouth and started eating.

Ma Sanbao followed Zhu Yunhuan's words and raised his head to think seriously.

"Ming Dynasty Treasure Notes..."

"Now it can probably be used as a copper coin worth around 200 to 210 wen."

He went to the morning market every morning as Zhu Yunhuan requested, and occasionally bought some cakes and candies for his master, so he gave the answer immediately.

After the words were spoken.

Ma Sanbao opened his eyes wide and was speechless for a while.

"One thousand wen... two hundred wen... why is there such a big difference!?"

The value of the Ming Treasure Notes was slowly falling. People of that era had basically no concept of economics, so naturally it was difficult for anyone to notice this. At most, they would complain a few words like "The Ming Treasure Notes are getting less useful every year."

And now Zhu Yunhuan mentioned this.

Ma Sanbao was shocked to realize that something was wrong - from the eighth year of Hongwu to the twenty-fifth year of Hongwu, a total of only seventeen years, the Ming Dynasty's treasure notes had shrunk so much!

at the same time.

Zhu Yuanzhang, who was lying in the coffin with his ears erect, suddenly felt his heart skip a beat.

"Seventeen years."

"A thousand copper coins of the Ming Dynasty Treasure Notes have become two hundred..."

Zhu Yuanzhang was diligent in his work and paid close attention to state affairs and money. He was naturally well aware of the situation in the Ministry of Revenue. Although he had not paid attention to this before, he knew very well that there was nothing wrong with what Zhu Yunhuan said.

"Yeah... How did it become like this? Before we knew it, our carefully designed Ming Dynasty Treasure Notes had become worthless."

Zhu Yuanzhang put aside his previous unhappiness and fell into deep thought for a moment. He always felt that he seemed to have grasped something, but when he thought about it carefully, he didn't have any clues and couldn't fully understand the reasons.

There was a pause.

That little bastard outside started cursing again.

"There's nothing wrong with the Ming Treasure Note itself, but the fact that it's depreciated so much now is thanks to my grandfather, the emperor, who was terrible at economics."

"He's poor and has no money."

"After creating the Ming Dynasty Treasure Note, they thought they had discovered the secret to wealth, and started printing money like crazy, not knowing that money itself would depreciate."

"There's only so much rice, flour, grain, and oil on the market. There are more Ming Dynasty treasure notes, but not so many of these tangible goods. Over time, the Ming Dynasty treasure notes will naturally lose their value."

"My grandfather is so naive. How can there be such a thing as a free lunch?"

"Old Zhu, don't you think so?"

Zhu Yunhuan complained nonchalantly, then tapped the table where the memorial tablet was placed with his fingers and sneered softly.

now.

There were only ten thousand alpaca horses galloping through Zhu Yuanzhang's heart.

"You treacherous little bastard!"

"Who the hell are you scolding?"

"Poor? Poor? I'm the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and you're making me sound like a beggar!"

Zhu Yuanzhang had been emperor for so many years, and he was scolded by his own grandson over and over again in various ways... Where had he ever suffered such injustice?

Of course, he cursed in his heart, but Zhu Yunhuan explained the matter very concisely and clearly, and Zhu Yuanzhang certainly knew that everything the little bastard said was true!

The Ming Dynasty was short of money.

He could only print more banknotes so that he could carry out the things that had to be done.

But he never expected that his actions would almost turn the Ming Dynasty's treasure notes into waste paper within seventeen years.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yuanzhang felt a little blocked in his heart - he was the emperor, and the burden on his shoulders was the entire Ming Dynasty, so it was difficult for him!

Just at this moment.

He heard Zhu Yunhuan knocking on the table where he placed the memorial tablet, and he also asked him a soul-searching question...

Zhu Yuanzhang was so angry that his scalp went numb.

"Again, 'Old Zhu'!"

"Every day, 'Old Zhu' is what you can call a little bastard like you!?"