Mortal Mage

Then he looked around randomly in the side hall.

"In the tenth year of Taicang, cholera broke out in Hening Prefecture, Dongzhou. I beg the Ministry of Revenue to allocate 100,000 taels of silver for disaster relief."

"In the 20th year of Taicang, an earthquake struck four provinces in Xizhou. I beg the Ministry of Revenue to allocate 500,000 taels of silver for disaster relief."

"In the fiftieth year of Taicang, thunderstorms occurred in the seventeen provinces of Nanzhou for several consecutive months, causing wildfires and burning countless farmlands. I request the allocation of five million taels of silver for disaster relief. At the same time, I request the allocation of five hundred million shi of grain to comfort the victims."

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"In the 170th year of Taicang, 3,000 miles west of the Canglang Mountains, snow fell in July, ice covered the sky in August, and thunder roared in the clear sky in September. This lasted for many days, and afterward, 3,000 miles of land was barren, with no harvest. At the same time, I implore the Ministry of Revenue to allocate 100 million taels of silver, as it has been a year of famine."

After Zhang Mingxuan looked through it, he found that in order to explain the urgency of the situation, the official also included a memorial from the Ministry of War: "Three thousand civilians brought eight heads of local county magistrates and asked this government to open the granary to release grain. In fact, this government's granary is out of grain."

Zhang Mingxuan fanned the musty smell that was rushing into his nose, closed the door of the side hall that was supposed to be the Minister of Revenue, and asked a group of officials in the hall: "Who will come to hand over the work to me? How do I do this job?"

A group of officials from the Ministry of Revenue looked up at Zhang Mingxuan, who was covered in bandages, with their eyes wide open for a long time, and then continued to work.

Not long after, a thin old man in the official uniform of a third-rank official in the Ministry of Revenue came over holding a large book.

"I am Liu Lizheng, the doctor of the Ministry of Revenue, and I am here to see Mr. Zhang."

Liu Lizheng bowed to Zhang Mingxuan and handed him the book with both hands. "This is the account for this month."

Zhang Mingxuan was stunned for a moment, then took the booklet and started flipping through it.

After a long time.

"This...this...this..."

Zhang Mingxuan was a little confused.

"The Ministry of Revenue has 101,500 taels of silver left this month. The total amount needed this month to pay salaries, food, miscellaneous matters, materials, labor costs, etc. to various government offices is about 1.28 billion taels of silver?"

"You mean, you want me to pay you?"

Zhang Ming stared at the thin old man in amazement, while Liu Lizheng looked serious and nodded solemnly.

“How did you get the money last month?”

Zhang Mingxuan closed the account and shook his head. This was not a problem he could solve.

"Since the founding of Taicang, Minister Wang has contributed 20%, your Majesty's treasury has contributed 30%, the Ministry of Revenue has contributed 10%, and the remaining 40% is in arrears. As for the spiritual stones," Liu Lizheng hesitated for a moment and continued, "the spiritual stones are ostensibly in the Ministry of Revenue, but in fact they are all in your Majesty's treasury."

"Then we can ask Minister Wang and His Majesty for it."

Zhang Mingxuan slammed the booklet heavily on the chest of the old man Liu Lizheng.

"Last night, His Majesty just issued an imperial decree that starting from this month, no more money from the treasury will be transferred to the Ministry of Revenue. At the same time, Lord Wang also said that if the Ministry of Revenue is short of money in the future, it will come to you directly for it."

"Please tell His Majesty that I want to resign."

Zhang Mingxuan angrily swung his sleeves and walked out of the hall.

"Master Zhang, didn't His Majesty ask you to lead the reform and opening up? If you resign, you will be beheaded."

The old man's shout was heard from behind. In the hall, all the officials of the Ministry of Revenue looked up curiously at Zhang Mingxuan who was limping outside the door.

Zhang Mingxuan turned back to the main hall and asked, "You just said, how much money do we have left?"

"The Ministry of Revenue still has 101,500 taels left."

"Is this money still in our Ministry of Revenue?"

Zhang Mingxuan calmed down a little, rubbed his chin, thought for a while and asked.

"Yes, Mr. Zhang, it's in the Ministry of Revenue's warehouse."

Liu Lizheng responded seriously.

"Does our Ministry of Revenue have any troops?"

"Centa?"

Liu Lizheng's serious face showed some confusion.

"Someone who can fight."

The pain from Zhang Mingxuan's wound made him grit his teeth.

Since Li Si plays tricks on himself like this, he can only do something big.