Kneeling outside the palace gate, you all know without asking that this is because the salary has not been paid, and the life of the ministers cannot go on, so naturally they have to ask the emperor for it.

This is like a master who owes money to his slave and cannot afford to lose that person.

The prince stood up immediately, and was about to fall down when his vision went dark. Li Changzhi and Lin Yuwu screamed and rushed over to help him. Before he could call anyone, Lin Yutong opened the curtain and came in.

"What's going on?" She quickly went over and pressed the acupuncture points, and the prince finally regained his breath.

Lin Yutong said: "I just told you not to bother, aren't you worried again?"

Li Changzhi was about to cry: "Your Highness, you have to take care of yourself. What should you do if you have two shortcomings and you have two little highnesses left behind?"

What does this all say?

Not that much.

Lin Yutong said to Li Changzhi: "Stop crying, my father is fine for the time being. If you are worried, just quietly pick up Dr. Luo and come over quietly. Ask him to keep an eye on it, so that everyone can feel at ease."

"Yes! Yes!" After saying this, Li Changzhi immediately wiped away his tears and ran away.

Lin Pingzhang gasped and slapped the armrest of the rocking chair: "It's embarrassing... If our ancestors are alive in heaven..."

What does it have to do with our ancestors?

Lin Yutong looked at Lin Yuwu and asked him what happened?

Lin Yuwu whispered the matter: "...It is said that each person only received three liters of old grain this morning."

Three liters? How much is three liters?

1 stone = 10 buckets = 150 kilograms = 75 kilograms

1 bucket = 10 liters = 15 pounds = 7.5 kilograms

1 liter = 10 liters = 1.5 jin = 0.75 kilograms

In other words, three liters equals four and a half kilograms.

There is less than five kilograms of grain. If it is wheat, after the wheat is ground into flour, it will be darker, and there will be only a little more than three kilograms of flour left.

A little more than three kilograms, which is three bowls of dry flour.

Enough for who?

It’s a big festival, and if you have a large family, you won’t be able to make dumplings for the whole family.

No wonder there's a commotion. There's no money in the library, so why bother withholding payment?

Lin Yutong pondered for a moment, then whispered to the prince: "This matter... don't rush to express your position. Just stay sick and I will support you outside. Just feel at ease."

"The money must come from the treasury." Lin Pingzhang slapped his forehead with his hand, "This cannot be changed. This is without the emperor's permission..."

"Look! Is this the problem?" Lin Yutong said: "No matter how anxious the emperor is to use money, the salary of these officials only accounts for a small part of the money. A hundred thousand or two hundred thousand can handle the matter. One thousand

With an amount of 10,000 taels, wouldn’t it be possible to accomplish anything less than this? Besides, even if half is temporarily distributed and the other half is distributed at the end of the year. In this way, things can be accomplished with less than 100,000 taels of silver. How can it be done?

We don’t have this little money. Do we really have to rely on it? Doesn’t the emperor know how to be embarrassed? He obviously did it on purpose. He is not forcing us, he is forcing Taishi Yin. If these officials make trouble again, will they dare to target the emperor directly? No

Yes! Everyone is going after the Grand Master and the Cabinet. They kneel to the Emperor, as if they are forcing the Emperor, but who is the Emperor forcing? The Cabinet! In the end, it is Grand Master Yin who is forced. This is a competition between the emperor and his ministers. What are you trying to do?

urgent?"

Lin Pingzhang paused and looked at Lin Yutong: "This is forcing Taishi Yin to find a way to get money."

That's right! Knowing that the money is in the Yin family, how can he not force it?

"It's not that I'm forcing you, it's that my life is difficult." Emperor Xuanping asked Yin Bofang to stand up, "We have to spend money everywhere, what do you think we should do? My body is getting worse and worse now, so I will leave the state affairs to you.

You can rest assured. Now that something like this has happened, what should I do? Some people have impeached you before, saying that you indulged your disciples... Look at the mess that has caused Jiangnan to suffer. I have suppressed this matter, and I understand you.

It is inevitable that the good and the bad will be mixed. This matter is not over yet, and this is causing trouble again. Tell me, can you still save me some trouble?"

Yin Bofang stood bowed, cursing his mother ten thousand times in his heart.

Why did Jiangnan’s officialdom become like that? Don’t you know why?

This time, the money is stuck and the salary is not paid to the ministers. What is the purpose of this? Don’t you know?

Want money?

The money is out of my hands, where can I get it for you?

He snorted coldly in his heart, and at the same time he was extremely angry with his grandson. It was his grandson who brought this about. If he hadn't plotted against the Yin family, would the emperor have so shamelessly targeted him?

But if you really want to scheme against me like this, then you have misjudged the wrong person.

After living for such a long time, I have suffered countless losses.

His heart was racing so fast that he didn't show it on his face. After the emperor finished speaking, he said: "Actually, the salary is not much. Not only can it make up for what was owed in the past year, but it can also be paid for a year and a half or even three years in advance."

Every five years. The Ministry of Industry wants to provide disaster relief, so the money cannot be spared. The Ministry of Rites wants to build the ancestral temple, and this cannot be delayed. The Ministry of War owes military pay in previous years, and I think it will be good to pay it in full."

The corners of Emperor Xuanping's mouth twitched slightly: "Oh... have you ever calculated how much silver this will cost in total?"

"It's only five to six million taels." Yin Bofang said calmly, "There is no problem with the national bank deposits."

Emperor Xuanping walked down the imperial steps and confronted Yin Bofang: "Bingzhou, why are you pretending to be confused with me?"

"I don't dare." Yin Bofang lowered his head slightly: "After all, I am getting old, and now my energy is getting weaker and weaker. Before, I tried my best to find ways to relieve the king's worries. It was Taisun Bodhisattva who solved the crisis in the court with his heart and thunderbolt.

"I think that His Highness Taisun has quite a lot of means in relation to the economy. Some of the errands may be just trivial matters in Taisun's eyes."

He turned around and threw the pot in his hand.

It means: Your Majesty, you ask me for money, but I don’t have it. Who can get money from, you have more money than I do. Why don’t you give that expensive job to the real rich?

It's up to people to do it. If he wants to do business, he has to find a way to get money.

The king and his ministers looked at each other and looked away at the same time.

Emperor Xuanping frowned: "You should know that I still trust you more. Grandson... is very good, but he is too young. There are some things that inevitably lead to curiosity."

That is to say, I am afraid that my grandson will spy on those secrets.

Although Yin Bofang was angry with his grandson for asking him to take the blame, to be honest, he didn't want his so-called ghost secret to be seen by his grandson. It was a poisonous seed. Who knows whether it would affect his character.

Therefore, Yin Bofang said: "I think... after all these years, you should tell her to move. You are guarding her too tightly. Even if 'she' wants to find... I'm afraid she won't be able to get close.

.Furthermore...I have secretly verified...she should still be in the palace...and has not gone far..."

Emperor Xuanping turned around suddenly: "What did you say? She is in the palace?"

Yin Bofang lowered his eyelids: "It can't be wrong. She may have been in the palace all along."

Emperor Xuanping frowned: "She is in the palace, but she doesn't show up...why?"

Yin Bofang was silent for a moment before saying: "Maybe... things are different now..."

What's different?

Mana?

You were unable to fulfill your original promise, so you hid?

Yes! This is the only explanation.

Emperor Xuan Ping's expression changed slightly: "So, do you want to find her before she retrieves her magic weapon? Is this what you mean?"

Yin Bofang was silent for a moment and then said: "I can't think of a second reason."

Emperor Xuanping didn't speak. He just walked around the palace like a fly on his brow. After a long time, he said: "Move...it's better not to move. Just leave it there. However, the underground palace should be completely sealed. It can't be entered."

She will be more anxious than us."

That’s right!

Yin Bofang felt that as long as the emperor and he were on the same side and eager to find the woman, the matter would be easier to handle.

Emperor Xuanping said: "Go ahead and don't make trouble with those below. You are right. There are some errands that might be most suitable to be done by the grandson."

After Yin Bofang left, Emperor Xuanping called Feng Qianen: "...quietly, seal the underground palace first."

"The secret passage..." Feng Qianen asked in a low voice: "The secret passage is also sealed?"

Emperor Xuanping only smiled: "Originally there were three people who knew the secret passage... Now only you and me, the master and the servant, are left."

Feng Qianen was startled: "I would never dare to say this in my dreams."

"Then what are you afraid of?" Emperor Xuanping smiled, "Just keep the secret passage. The rest are sealed."

"Yes!" Feng Qianen was frightened: "Is there anyone still guarding it?"

"What do you think?" Emperor Xuanping asked softly.

Feng Qianen took a deep breath and slowly retreated.

Standing on the imperial steps outside the main hall, looking at the slowly gloomy sky, he raised his hand to gently wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, "...Son, don't blame your godfather."

The person guarding the underground palace is not Feng Qianen's apprentice and godson, Feng Que.

On August 15th, the full moon was not seen. Not only was the sky gloomy, but when the sky turned dark, it started to rain. The autumn wind carried the rain, and it floated on people's faces, making them feel cold.

It was getting dark, and Feng Qianen, wearing a black cloak, carried a food box and went down to the underground palace alone.

Feng Zou was wrapped in fur and shivering all over. When he saw his godfather coming in with a food box, he flew up with joy: "Dad, are you here?"
To be continued...