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

"There's nothing we can do about the Ming Dynasty's lack of money! How can we continue without printing banknotes? If you're capable, give us a solution!"

Zhu Yuanzhang cursed in his heart.

But at the same time, I was secretly looking forward to it, hoping that the master and servant could talk about this so-called "solution".

Zhu Yuanzhang really had no choice. He knew the dangers of printing money, but faced with all the things that required money - the counterattack of the remnant Yuan Dynasty in the north, drought, floods, and frost disasters...

Even if he could turn back time now, he would still do that!

This is also what Zhu Yuanzhang had to face after he became emperor.

Even though he had given this power to Zhu Yunhuan, Zhu Yuanzhang still cared deeply about this matter.

In front of the tablet.

Ma Sanbao's face suddenly showed a look of realization.

I understand what my master means.

"So... the same goes for Liuli!"

Zhu Yunhuan nodded and said, "This box of colored glass is valuable because it's the only one on the market. If I could make a thousand, ten thousand, or even a million boxes of colored glass, it would be no different from a pile of rocks."

Ma Sanbao frowned and sighed.

She couldn't help but hang her head in frustration: "Nothing is that easy in this world. I'm stupid and my happiness is in vain..."

"But Your Majesty..."

"Isn't it inappropriate for you to behave like this in front of His Majesty's spirit?"

Ma Sanbao bared his teeth and looked at Zhu Yunhuan leaning nonchalantly on the table where the memorial tablet was placed, eating the tribute with relish. He couldn't help but raise his head guiltily and look around the mourning hall, fearing that he would accidentally see the floating emperor.

Zhu Yunhuan shrugged: "The dead can't eat, why panic?"

After saying that, he picked up one and threw it to Ma Sanbao: "Try it. You're hungry in the middle of the night, and this tribute is quite delicious."

Ma Sanbao hurriedly took the cake, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. He pursed his lips nervously: "No... I dare not, this servant dare not."

After saying this, he respectfully walked to the memorial tablet holding the cakes in both hands, put the cakes back, and clasped his hands together in a bow: "Your Majesty, please don't blame me, Your Majesty, please don't blame me..."

"What a coward!" Zhu Yunhuan complained indifferently.

Then he looked outside the mourning hall.

A burly middle-aged man with a slightly fleshy face, wearing a Feiyu suit and an embroidered spring sword on his waist, walked slowly towards them.

He was holding a plate in his hand, which was covered with a cloth with a faint trace of blood on it.

"Song Zhong? What's the matter?" Zhu Yunhuan asked casually.

Song Zhong.

He was originally the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, a third-rank official.

After denouncing Lan Yu and triggering the famous "Lan Yu Case", Zhu Yuanzhang killed too many people and had to find someone to appease the public anger. Jiang Li was naturally the "scapegoat", so he was removed from office.

As the co-commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, Song Zhong became the third commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, and served from the end of the Hongwu period to the Jianwen period.

Although Zhu Yunhuan kept Jiang Li.

However, given Jiang Li's close relationship with Zhu Yuanzhang, it was definitely impossible for him to control the Jinyiwei again. As the commander-in-chief, Song Zhong was not so close to Zhu Yuanzhang, but he understood the entire Jinyiwei system and had sufficient capabilities.

It is Zhu Yunhuan's best choice.

Being promoted is a natural thing.

"Your Majesty."

"Commander Jiang has relented."

Song Zhong responded with a stern expression, "Your Majesty gave him five days to consider his decision. Today is the final day. Your Majesty has passed away. Commander Jiang wanted to live after all, so to show his loyalty, he cut off a piece of his little finger."

Zhu Yunhuan raised his eyebrows and casually glanced at the plate in Song Zhong's hand.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's better to live a miserable life than to die a good death. He is not one of those pure scholars who would rather die than leave a name in history."

"I don't need his finger."

"What I want is the hidden clue that is only in Jiang Li's hands."