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

I can't stand it any longer. I have to seize this opportunity to get a few more people involved. This little emperor is too playful. He just does whatever he wants and doesn't consider anything else...

This is what I said.

Qin Kui lay on the ground and dared not look up.

But he heard a sound like pages being flipped on the dragon desk above his head, followed by the footsteps of Eunuch Ma, who was beside His Majesty, walking towards him.

Then the little ancestor spoke again.

"There's no need to discuss it with them. Just go ahead and do it. If you want money, I'll give it to you." Zhu Yunheng said calmly.

Qin Kui looked confused and tentatively raised his head which was lying on the ground.

There was a look of confusion on his face.

For such a big thing, you didn't consult with the Minister of Revenue and the Left Censor-in-Chief of the Censorate? Shouldn't you have allocated the funds from the Ministry of Revenue?

I was just about to continue complaining.

But when he looked up, he met Ma Sanbao's gaze.

"Master Qin, please take these two hundred thousand taels of silver." Ma Sanbao handed the banknote to Qin Kui and slowly gave him instructions.

See the silver note handed over by Ma Sanbao.

Qin Kui was completely stunned, frozen in place...

What are you doing?

This is two hundred thousand, not two thousand! Just...just give it to me directly? The Ministry of Revenue has always been tight-fisted, but they've never been this generous with money!

"Two hundred thousand taels, I'll give you five thousand taels."

"Can it be done?" Zhu Yunhuan sat behind the dragon desk, bent his right hand fingers, knocked on the dragon desk with his knuckles, and said.

For Zhu Yunhuan, if he wanted to make money, he had plenty of ways.

The most important thing is that things must be done, and what he wants is the final result.

If you want the horse to run, you have to feed it grass - if you want people to work seriously, you must give them enough benefits.

Just like what workers in my previous life joked about online.

I can slack off on three thousand a month and do my boss's assigned tasks half-heartedly, so what else do I need? If you want to pay me thirty thousand a month—Boss, I'll do the overtime voluntarily! I have to do this job!

Although it is self-deprecating among workers, it is a hard truth.

Hearing Zhu Yunhuan's words.

Qin Kui, who was already confused, became even more confused. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets: What the hell? Five thousand taels? Did I hear that right?

To know.

Annual salary until the 25th year of Hongwu.

As a second-rank official, the six ministers of the Ministry of Finance received a monthly salary of only 60 dan, and during the Hongwu period, there was a rule that "officials who embezzled more than 60 taels of silver would be executed immediately..."

"Can you do it? Tell me if it's possible." Seeing Qin Kui standing there in a daze with an expression of disbelief on his face, Zhu Yunheng repeated the sentence slowly.

Qin Kui suddenly started and came to his senses.

He swallowed his saliva and replied with a trembling voice: "If that's the case... it's not impossible... but..."

Without waiting for him to finish the rest of his words.

Zhu Yunhuan slammed the table and interrupted directly: "It's fine as long as you can do it! Shuttle, and brick furnace, report to me immediately after you finish it! Back off."

Ma Sanbao also raised his hand and helped him up.

He extended his hand toward the door and said, "Master Qin, please come this way."

This kind of scene.

This was something Qin Kui had never seen before.

He was hit by a series of confusions and even replied almost subconsciously. He had no time to react at all. He subconsciously followed Zhu Yunhuan's instructions and walked out of the front hall of the Qianqing Palace in a daze.

Until I walked a long way out.

Qin Kui just reacted.

He turned around and glanced in the direction of the Qianqing Palace, muttering in disbelief, "In my pocket... there are just two hundred thousand taels of silver notes?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly.

Take a deep breath.

He touched his sleeve nervously, "These banknotes obviously didn't come from the Ministry of Revenue. Could they be from the imperial treasury? But the money from the imperial treasury... the late emperor used to be frugal, so he couldn't spend it like this, right?"

By now, Qin Kui had finally reacted.

He then sighed deeply, shook his head, and murmured in a voice only he could hear: "We spent two hundred thousand taels of the imperial treasury just to buy a shuttle and a brick furnace... Ming Dynasty... What can we do..."

But he had already agreed to the request in the Qianqing Palace and had walked so far away.

Not to mention that he didn't dare to say anything, even if he dared to say it, he had already missed the opportunity.

I could only turn back and continue to leave.

……

This side of the Qianqing Palace.

Not long after Qin Kui left, Song Zhong came in according to Zhu Yunhuan's instructions.

"Greetings, Your Majesty." Song Zhong said respectfully, clasping his fists.

Zhu Yunhuan patted the dragon desk lightly.

He said, "Take these three hundred thousand taels and arrange for a reliable and capable person to go to the Shanxi Provincial Administration Office to prospect for coal and hire workers to mine as much coal as possible. Once the work is done, I will allow you to take ten thousand taels from it and keep it for yourself."

Coal is one of the four basic raw materials for industry.

It’s used for steelmaking, it’s used for steam engines…

More recently, washing the mined coal to remove the sulfur and turning it into anthracite would have saved the Ming Dynasty's people from freezing to death. And if we want our sweet potatoes to double in size quickly, we need to maintain a suitable temperature in the winter to keep them warm and growing.

No matter from which angle.

These things are the most important.

After saying that, Zhu Yunhuan directly handed the remaining 300,000 taels from the table to Ma Sanbao beside him: "Give it to him."

"Yes, Your Majesty..." Ma Sanbao responded subconsciously.

He only realized what was happening after he took the banknote and his eyes widened.

No, five hundred thousand taels... just spent like that? Even if this money wasn't real, it couldn't be spent like that, right?

Fortunately, Ma Sanbao has become accustomed to Zhu Yunhuan's style of doing things.

He just shook his head and sighed lightly, then took the silver note from Zhu Yunhuan's hand and walked over to hand it to Song Zhong.

I saw a thick stack of banknotes.

Even Song Zhong, who had received professional training from the Jinyiwei, lost control of his expression...