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

"The Ming Dynasty has only been established for twenty-five years, uh... it should be twenty-six years now. The revenue of the country is not abundant yet. With Your Majesty ascending the throne and changing the reign, many things may require extra money."

"Therefore, I request your permission to issue more Ming treasure notes."

"Last year, before the late emperor passed away, the national treasury was short of money due to the floods in spring and summer. Considering that this year we not only have to prepare for such unexpected events, but also have additional expenses, I believe that we should make preparations early."

After saying that, Fu Youwen lowered his head and fell silent.

He silently reviewed his own words in his mind - firstly, this matter was a routine, and secondly... this extra money was also used on the young emperor in front of him, and was considered an additional budget for the pomp of the first year of the change of era.

"There shouldn't be any trouble, right?"

Fu Youwen muttered to himself, thinking that it should be fine.

However, even so, a thin layer of sweat still broke out on his back, and he no longer dared to wait for credit as confidently as before.

And this time.

Zhan Hui and the other five heads of the department fell silent.

In their opinion, with the previous experience as a lesson... this matter seemed like something they could take advantage of to curry favor with the emperor, but in front of this young emperor who didn't play by the rules... it was better to err on the side of caution.

The less they say about the Ministry of Revenue, the fewer mistakes they will make.

Seeing that no one else was making any movement around him, Fu Youwen couldn't help but secretly groan, silently muttering, "What a bunch of old sly guys!"

And Ma Sanbao has been standing silently beside Zhu Yunhuan and serving him.

His eyes flickered, and he mourned for the Minister of Revenue for three seconds in his heart.

Ming Dynasty Treasure Notes...

He vaguely remembered that when the late emperor's body was still in the Qianqing Palace, the current emperor had mentioned it when he "treasonously" distributed glass to many Huaixi nobles in front of the late emperor's body and tablet.

Overproduction of transparent colored glaze and increased issuance of Ming Dynasty treasure notes...

It's all a dose of poison!

(P.S. Hongwu Tongbao refers to copper coins, while Daming Baochao is a paper currency issued in the eighth year of Hongwu.)

As everyone in the hall fell silent, each with their own thoughts, the meeting hall fell into dead silence again.

The sound of Zhu Yunhuan tapping the table with his fingertips gradually slowed down.

Finally stopped.

There was complete silence in the hall.

Fu Youwen lowered his head, cupped his hands, and felt his heart sink. He thought to himself, "That's it. Did I say the wrong thing again?"

Sure enough, the next moment, Zhu Yunhuan's familiar, gentle voice broke the silence in the hall: "Not allowed."

No, these two words are concise and concise...

Hear this sound.

Fu Youwen's heart felt as if it had sunk into the icy abyss at the bottom of the sea, feeling extremely cold.

"No again? What's the reason?!? I'm not in the year of Tai Sui this year, am I? I need to find some Taoist priests and monks to come to my house to check the Feng Shui."

At this moment, a thousand horses were galloping through Fu Youwen's heart.

As for Zhan Hui, Qin Kui and other heads of the other six departments, they all secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling lucky that they had just endured it and did not think of taking the opportunity to flatter.

Qin Kui was like meeting a kindred spirit, feeling a certain wicked pleasure in his heart: "Who understands the pain of flattering the wrong person repeatedly?"

Fu Youwen wished he had never said anything.

But the words have been spoken.

He hesitated for a moment, then swallowed his saliva and gritted his teeth, quickly making excuses: "Your humble servant...your humble servant is dull. This has always been a common practice, even during the time of the late emperor... Moreover, your humble servant is also considering the change of reign for Your Majesty..."

Zhu Yunhuan pondered for a moment.

Then he looked up at the people in front of him and said, "Inflation and lack of credibility. This matter will be considered the second test question."

The Ming Baochao is a paper currency that was first issued in the eighth year of the Hongwu reign.

It is considered an improvement in this era, and it has many advantages and benefits, but it also has great disadvantages, the biggest of which is the messy hair.