Chapter Twenty-Seven: You're a faint king, you won't even be five hundred taels!

Xia Yan's lips opened slightly, and just as he wanted to say something, Yuan Liyang suddenly spoke.

"By the way, I remember they seemed to say that they would go out in the middle of the night, maybe they would fall asleep if they were too tired."

Hearing Yuan Liyang's words, Zhu Ming on the side spoke in confusion.

"Could it be that you went to Yixiangyuan to work? It shouldn't be......"

Hearing this, Xia Yan's eyes flashed with light.

If that's the case, it doesn't seem like a problem.

What Xia Yan was most afraid of was that they suddenly had some wonderful way, and it would not be a good thing to have some moths when they were about to fight the decisive battle with Yu Guo.

But if the two of them really went to Yixiangyuan in the middle of the night to "work", it would be even better.

I don't need these ministers to figure out a way now, if they can do nothing, it will be the best reward for themselves.

At this moment, Father-in-law Luo on the side came to Xia Yan's side and whispered.

"Your Majesty, the two Lord Shangshu have already sent someone to ask for leave, saying that they were too tired last night and now need to rest."

Hearing this, Xia Yan immediately felt relieved, and immediately waved his hand to indicate that he already knew.

Although both of them are not young, they are still in good spirits.

Xia Yan thought so, so he continued to start today's government.

Yuan Liyang also continued to report on the recent situation of the household department, as he did a few days ago.

"Due to the increase in the income of various industries and the income of playing cards, the treasury now has a full hundred thousand taels of silver!"

If it was in the past, Xia Yan would definitely vomit a few mouthfuls of blood when he heard this, but now after thinking about the essence of the country, he doesn't care so much.

"Okay, I see."

Anyway, I won't be able to go back in a few days, and it doesn't hurt to leave more silver for the receiver of the Great Xia Dynasty before I go back.

"If there is nothing else, if not, I will retreat."

"Your Majesty, Weichen has something to report!"

In the crowd, an old man silently stepped forward, the old man is now too old, but he is tall.

His eyes were bright, like a reader who was familiar with ancient books.

The old man's name is Zhao Zheng, and he is now the secretary of the Ministry of Rites.

Normally, the Ministry of Rites is in charge of rituals, ceremonies, academies and other affairs, but in the past, Daxia was too poor and did not have much funds allocated to the Ministry of Rites, resulting in his sense of existence has not been high.

"Your Majesty, although it is a little out of place, the old minister still has the courage to ask His Majesty for permission to expand Nantian Academy after the war."

Then, Zhao Zheng began to tell the reason.

It turned out that Nanling City, the only city in the Great Xia Dynasty, had no money to build a school because of its low taxes.

Up to now, Great Xia has been established for more than 200 years, and there is only one academy in the entire city.

The name of this academy is called Nantian Academy, and as the only academy in the city, the standard for recruiting disciples is naturally very high.

Due to the limited manpower, there are even less than 200 students who can study in Nantian Academy every year.

As for ordinary people, they don't even have the qualifications to read and write, which also leads to the probability of illiteracy in the entire Great Xia reaching more than ninety out of five.

And Zhao Zheng, who is the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, has actually always seen these situations and is sad about them.

However, he had not dared to speak up because of the problem of funds, and now he dared to speak only after hearing that the treasury was very full of money.

At this moment, after hearing that Yuan Liyang reported more than 100,000 taels, he naturally began to covet the silver.

"If you can allocate a few thousand taels to me, presumably Nantian Academy will definitely be able to build at least two more branches, so that the number of students can also increase."

Hearing this, Xia Yan frowned slightly.

What money is a few thousand taels enough? It is a good thing to build a academy, and education is the foundation of the country, which cannot be saved.

I'll be leaving in a few days, but it would be nice if I could do something good for my former people before I leave.

But below, after seeing Xia Yan frowning, Zhao Zheng sighed slightly.

He knew that he must be distressed if he asked for a few thousand taels at a time.

Also, in the past, the emperor allocated a maximum of several hundred and one thousand taels to the Ministry of Rites every time, and this time he was indeed tantamount to a lion's mouth.

Then he said: "Your Majesty, if a few thousand taels is too much, we can only build a branch for three thousand taels." ”

Three thousand taels? Isn't that even worse!

Xia Yan shook his head again, this is not good, too little.

Seeing this, Zhao Zheng below thought that the three thousand taels of the numb egg would not be refused, so he had no choice but to continue to retreat.

"One...... A thousand taels is fine, let's expand the Nantian Academy a little, so that there will be more readers. ”

What are you kidding, a thousand taels, that's what a rich emperor can handle?

Anyway, I can't take the money with me if I leave it right away, so it's better to spend it now.

Then, Xia Yan continued to shake his head, and instead stretched out five fingers at Zhao Zheng.

When Zhao Zheng saw it, he inevitably looked a little disappointed in his heart.

It's actually five hundred taels, His Majesty the Emperor has so much silver, and he is only willing to give me five hundred taels to build a school for the Ministry of Rites, sad, sad, sad......

But as the saying goes, no matter how small a fly is, it is meat, so Zhao Zheng also saluted Xia Yan with a slightly wry smile.

"Your Majesty, saving some five hundred taels can be expanded a lot, the disciples of the Old Chendai Academy thank Your Majesty!"

"Five hundred? When did I say five hundred? ”

Hearing Xia Yan say this, Zhao Zheng was also stunned for a moment, the fire in his heart was burning, and his face instantly turned bad.

"It's actually fifty taels, I'm afraid that I can only build a small room, how many students can I increase by this?!"

After saying this, Zhao Zheng's heart began to complain non-stop.

The numb man is simply a faint gentleman, he has hundreds of thousands of taels of silver and refuses to pay for war and refuses to invest in education, this is not a fool!

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, Zhao Zheng even wanted to turn around and leave directly at the moment, but when he was about to do this, Xia Yan spoke again.

"Zhao Shangshu, you think too much, how can I give you fifty taels......"

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Zheng's face instantly turned pale, then turned green, and finally turned red again.

In the end, he couldn't hold it back, and directly began to point at Xia Yan above and scold.

"You little emperor, Lao Tzu has long said that you are a faint king, but Prime Minister Zhu has always supported you, if you want me to say, you are simply a faint monarch among faint kings, you have more than 100,000 taels of silver but refuse to give me a few thousand taels, it is simply mediocre!!"

"No, it's not a few thousand taels, you faint king, you won't give me five hundred taels!!"

After finishing speaking, it seemed that his heart was happy, and Zhao Zheng simply threw off his hat and began to walk outside the hall.

"Grandma's legs, Lao Tzu doesn't serve this faint gentleman!!"