Time Travel: After Seizing the Throne, I Lead the Ming Dynasty to Take Off

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!?"

"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."