No farming is not stable, no work is not rich.

Zhu Youjian's face became heavier when he thought of this.

Seeing Zhu Youjian's face turned gloomy, Huang Liji thought he was worried that Taicang silver warehouse was seriously deficit.

"Your Majesty, don't worry too much. The summer tuitions from all over the country will arrive in the capital soon, which will surely be relieved."

Zhu Youjian smiled when he heard this, and then remained silent.

It seems that the important officials of this cabinet did not realize the problem of low commercial taxes at all.

After a general understanding of the financial situation of the Ming Dynasty, the sun had already set in the west, and Zhu Youjian did not have the awareness of keeping the prime ministers in the cabinet to have a meal, and then drove them to Wenyuan Pavilion to work overtime.

"Come and mobilize materials and allocate Shandong disaster relief, and military pay should be distributed to the soldiers as soon as possible."

Zhu Youjian knew that half of the money for disaster relief and salary could reach the hands of the victims and soldiers.

But at this stage, I have just ascended the throne and have a dark eye. I have neither the foundation for rectifying the administration nor the available people at hand. Let's keep the same status for the time being.

Alas, administration!
Chapter completed!