There is a way that is not suitable for the family, and I don't know that firewood, rice, oil, and salt are expensive.

Zhu Gaoxu never thought that the imperial court would run out of money before, even if Xia Yuanji seemed very picky on the issue of money and food every time, but Zhu Gaoxu never felt so.

But now, he found that the imperial court may really be out of money.

In the past, he felt that the Ming Dynasty conquered the grassland in the north, Annan in the south, revised the "Yongle Canon", moved the capital to Shuntian, and Zheng He went to the West, which dynasty without money would dare to do this?

But now he suddenly woke up, and the evidence that he used to argue that the court had money has now become evidence that the court has no money.

In other words, the imperial court may have become out of money because of these things.

Of course, it is said that there is no money, but it is impossible for a huge dynasty to really run out of money, but there is a sum of money that will not be used easily.

There is a word called Yin eating grain, which refers to the situation of eating the family's foundation, and it is naturally impossible for the current Ming Dynasty to spend all the money, and it must have to leave some money to deal with emergencies.

For example, war, and disaster relief after natural disasters.

"What then!?" Zhu Gaoxu's tone instantly raised several degrees.

"The soldiers' bereavement pensions can't be withheld, right? This is not a reward, the reward can be delayed for a while, anyway, it doesn't affect anything, but this is a compassionate gift! ”

"Who is not a young man in the family who goes to the battlefield, and it will be difficult to live without a pillar of support, and if you don't give them a bereavement pension, what's the difference between that and just letting them die!?"

When he said this, Zhu Gaoxu was really angry.

He can be said to be the same as a military general, a man who begs for life and merit on horseback, and naturally hates this situation.

He Zhu Gaoxu never thought of himself as a good person, he had done things such as embezzling soldiers' salaries and stealing seizures, but he would never use his brains on the pensions of casualties.

It's not much, but he's principled.

Stealing can be said to be a problem that nine out of nine generals have, and the old man also acquiesces, because after the soldiers break the city and destroy the enemy, they will more or less loot it and sneak a little into their pockets, which is an unspoken rule.

Zhu Gaoxu was also greedy for soldiers' salaries, but he would make up for it later with the seizures, and then go to the old man to be scolded or beaten.

All in all, he doesn't see himself as a good person, but he doesn't see himself as a bad person either.

At the very least, he won't touch the money that the soldiers fought so hard for.

"Don't worry...... Zhu Zhanyan also came back to his senses now, comforted his father very perfunctorily, and then fell into deep thought.

At first, he just thought that the old man was playing with the balance set, and the military generals made a lot of contributions with this northern expedition, after all, it was the destruction of the entire Tatar, and if it was not checked and balanced, I was afraid that it would be cocked in the future.

At the same time, we must not forget the civilian officials when balancing the military generals, after all, if the military generals have made such great contributions and are finally suppressed, this result will make the civilian officials even more invincible.

Therefore, the old man gave Zhu Gaochi, the head of the civil official camp, and Zhu Gaoxu, the head of the military general camp, each of them extremely uncomfortable things, so that they could understand their situation and restrain their arrogance.

But now it seems that this is not the case, or should it be said that it is not just that.

In the past, Zhu Zhanyan just felt that the old man's expedition to the south and the north, the cultivation of the Yongle ceremony, the relocation of the capital to Shuntian and the support of the West were very courageous and forward-looking, but now, when he entered this bureau, he found that it was not just that.

At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, the grain output was not high, and the output of the main grain crops rice and wheat was not high, basically the yield per mu was about two or three hundred catties, and four or five hundred catties was the top and top output.

In addition, the degree of development is not enough, so the annual tax revenue of the imperial court is more than 1,000, at most 20 million taels.

It is already a remarkable achievement to do so many money-consuming things under almost fixed taxes, and to be able to stabilize internal affairs, at least not to the point of having to eat a lot of food.

But this is not very friendly to Zhu Zhanyan today.

Since the old man gave the order, it proves that there must be a solution to the matter, at least there will be a way to get through it safely, although there is a loss.

This method is obviously not to obey the arrangement of the household department, first, because the household department cannot come up with much money now, at least not the money for the one-time payment of all the bereavement pensions, and second, because once it is handed over to the household department, then eighty percent of the bereavement benefits will have to be delayed.

Just as Zhu Gaoxu said, bereavement is not the same as reward, and bereavement is the dependence of those casualties for a long time in the future, unlike reward, which is the icing on the cake.

For the families of the casualties, the bereavement is charcoal in the snow, and without charcoal, they will freeze to death.

But what should be done?

Money, money, money......

No, not only money, but also grain, cloth, etc., whether it is grain as hard currency or finished and semi-finished products produced from cash crops that are just needed, it is all possible.

So, where to find it?

"Who has the money...... Zhu Zhanyan pinched his chin and muttered blankly in his eyes.

"Who has the money? Who in this world has no money except the people? Zhu Gaoxu heard his son's muttering and couldn't help but talk.

"The court, the nobles, the officials, the nobles, the merchants, which of these people has no money?"

"Merchant?" Zhu Zhanyan was stunned for a moment, but then, his eyes shone brightly.

"That's right! Merchant! ”

Zhu Zhanyan clapped his hands violently, startling Zhu Gaoxu.

"What's wrong with the merchant?" Zhu Gaoxu is very inexplicable.

"You want the merchant to pay? Stop it! ”

"Shangjia has always valued profit over righteousness, not to mention letting them take money for nothing, even if the court sends someone to ask for it, they have to exchange some benefits, such as salt."

"Don't want to take the money for nothing?" Zhu Zhanyan smiled, with a very unnatural look on his face.

"But what if I have a way to get them to take the money for nothing?"

"What do you want to do?" Seeing this, Zhu Gaoxu sat up straight and asked very nervously.

"It's not in the prairie anymore, you can't do it like you used to!"

Zhu Gaoxu looked at his son, who exuded a strong bloody aura around him, and was very nervous in his heart.

He had only seen this kind of thing once in his son's body, that is, in the grassland, and when he built the Jingguan with the people of Wuliang Ha Sanwei.

At that time, Zhu Zhanyan was different from the first time when he was sent by the old man to carry out the Beijing Temple, it was the second time he built the Beijing Temple, or it was to raise the Beijing Temple.

At that time, he had an aura that ordinary people did not have, even if he was just a child, but it still made people shudder.

What does that feel like?

Zhu Gaoxu probably thought that you suddenly broke into a room and found a child gnawing on the limbs of several adults, with blood all over his face.