At that time, the old man must have already known that the fourth uncle's good news will be sent to the palace today.

It was this incident that really prompted the old man to appear in front of the officials of the DPRK and China after many days.

Subsequently, they used the name of the second uncle to punish Jingchuan Hou Cao Zhen and other civil servants.

Acquisition of land, fines and fines, and house raids.

All this is for money!

When the army triumphs and returns triumphantly, it is absolutely impossible for the imperial court not to give a reward, and this time the fines, fines, and property confiscation of officials must be used to raise the rewards for the army.

Zhu Yunxi felt like he was enlightened at this moment.

For the first time, I felt directly the old man’s generosity, this kind of long-term preparation and strategizing in government affairs.

Everything is like a doll in the hands of the old man, at the mercy of the old man alone.

Just...

Zhu Yunxi looked at the old man: "It's just...the fines and confiscated property are really used to reward the army?"

He looked at the old man hesitantly.

There is no way that in the future, every time the Ming Dynasty's army wins a victory, the court will confiscate officials.

In a few years, there won’t be a single official in Yingtian City.

Lao Zhu's family has really become the polished commander.

Zhu Yuanzhang laughed, and then the face of the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty showed a trace of frustration: "This time they hit the muzzle of the gun. However, our family really has no money to reward the troops on the front line."

As he spoke, Zhu Yuanzhang's face was filled with frustration.

In the past few years, the imperial court has continued to use troops. If it weren't for this time's attack, he really didn't know where to squeeze out the money to reward the frontline troops.

Zhu Yunxi opened his mouth, but he never thought that the finances of the Ming Dynasty had reached such a state.

He couldn't help but look at his father beside him.

Zhu Biao was stared at by his son, and he shrugged and spread his hands: "No money. This year's summer grain has not been delivered yet, and the autumn grain has just been harvested. There is indeed no money in the treasury now."

"No money!" Zhu Yunxi's eyes widened, and then he thought of Xia Yuanji, who had been sighing and looking unhappy all day long.

Probably at that time, the Ministry of Revenue was already thinking about where the court should get money from.

Look at the helpless faces of the old man and dad.

Zhu Yunxi couldn't help but slump his shoulders.

For a time, the three most authoritative men in the world were worried about one thing at the same time.

It was just a surprise.

Zhu Yunxi regained his energy again and his face was full of pride.

"Grandpa, father!"
Chapter completed!