The Ming Dynasty started with caution

Fu Si of Beizhen was imprisoned.

The dark cell had an indescribable stench. Yan Chengjin wore a three-layer mask and sprayed rose-scented floral water on it to block out the stench.

In the cell, a man was tied up with chains as thick as his little finger.

Before Qiao Xinyuan was imprisoned, he was a suave Confucian businessman.

At this moment, he changed from a handsome old man to an old homeless man.

"I'm here to see you." Yan Chengjin glanced at Qiao Xinyuan and continued: "But... I didn't bring you food."

Impeaching Jiao Fang requires a lot of preparation.

Qiao Xinyuan gave Jiao Fang a concubine, but it is unknown whether he gave any money.

Yan Chengjin knew that Jiao Fang liked to make money, so he came specifically to seek confirmation from Qiao Xinyuan.

"Jiao Fang is also in Dali Temple Prison. If you return to my problem, I will fish you out."

Half an hour later.

Yan Chengjin came out of prison.

Mou Bin had been waiting outside the cell door for a long time. When he saw him coming out, he strode forward to greet him. "Uncle Shi has finished the trial of Qiao Xinyuan's case and will release him in a few days."

Yan Chengjin said, "Master Mou, lock him up for a few more days."

In a few days, Mr. Qiao will come to visit him in prison.

Of course Mou Bin didn't know that Jiao Fang had many reasons.

In the previous dynasty, he was too upright and could not bear to see Emperor Chenghua and Concubine Wan Gui having fun and wandering around the world.

Therefore, Wang Yue doesn’t know as much about the previous dynasty’s scandals.

Back at the Metropolitan Procuratorate, the young eunuch came to announce Yan Chengjin, "Your Majesty asked Master Yan to go to Huagai Hall."

His Majesty made a sudden call. Could it be that it was because of the tiger wine? Even if he was in a hurry and threw it into the white wine for three days, he still wouldn't be able to drink it?

Huagai Hall,

Emperor Hongzhi looked at the accounts of Hailibei's repairs in the past few days. He saw a loss of 320,000 taels of silver, and the East Palace and Imperial College still needed to be repaired.

The summer tax collected only 10 million taels of silver a year, and this used up 300,000 taels.

It's like losing money, I'm always unhappy.

Thinking of going overseas to find the Ming Dynasty fleet with gold and silver mountains, he declared Yan Cheng Jin Lai.

"If we can't find the gold and silver mountains, the waste of building ships and going to sea will be in vain." Emperor Hongzhi said.

Liu Jian sighed, and the six officials lowered their heads.

No one knew what the situation was like overseas and did not dare to respond to Emperor Hongzhi’s words.

Li Dongyang became irritable inexplicably. He thought of his eldest son, who died in an accident at sea from Mankara Kingdom and Ming Dynasty. Even the news of his death could not be sent back.

Han Wen comforted: "Your Majesty, it's better not to have too much hope."

At this moment, Yan Chengjin strode into the palace, stood beside Li Dongyang, and saluted Emperor Hongzhi.

"Your Majesty declares his minister?"

"When can the silver from Mankara be transported back to the Ming Dynasty?"

Is the court short of money again?

Yan Chengjin understands that Emperor Hongzhi built the Great Wall in the northwest and there was a flood in the south, so the palace should not be repaired...

"Liu Jin will not be able to go to Mankara for more than four months. Your Majesty will wait a little longer."

Emperor Hongzhi felt sad, as if he had returned to the time when he first ascended the throne and the treasury was empty...

Li Dongyang suppressed his anger and secretly made up his mind that this time Zhao would come back first and let him take part in the imperial examination no matter what.

"I heard that you made a lot of money by brewing tribute tiger into tiger wine?" Emperor Hongzhi showed a narrow smile.

"Please also ask Your Majesty to bring the people who spread the rumors to justice. The tiger has only been drinking for three days. How can he get the money?"

Xiao Jing's face twitched, it was he who told Emperor Hongzhi.

"There is still a hundred thousand taels of silver left to repair the palace. I am thinking that the taxes collected by Liangxiang should be paid in advance, and there is no need to wait until the end of the year."

Han Wen looked at Yan Chengjin and discussed: "The Ministry of Revenue can give Liangxiang a receipt first."

Lying~

The gazes of the surrounding ministers suddenly turned into wolfish gazes.

Yan Chengjin couldn't help but secretly spat at them, "I beg your Majesty to open internal funds!"

No one in the court knows how much money your Majesty has.

Only the female official in charge of the internal funds knows how much money there is.

Emperor Hongzhi's biological mother, Ji, was taken into the palace and took charge of money and goods within the palace.

Therefore, it is also female officials who are in charge of internal funds now.

Emperor Hongzhi gave Yan Chengjin a dangerous look, as if he had stabbed him in a sore spot, and his expression became stern.

"I will keep this money for the prosperous times. Now that I have used it, how will the prince... govern the country in the future?"

His money was left to Zhu Houzhao.

Pass on the prosperous times to the prince, and pass on the wealth to the prince. If the prince still cannot manage the country, then he...

I admit it too!

Yan Chengjin had known for a long time that Emperor Hongzhi wanted to transfer money to Zhu Houzhao. Zhu Houzhao was really a good child.

"Your Majesty, as far as I know, His Royal Highness has a lot of money hidden away."

"He saved three hundred and twenty-six cents?"

Zhu Houzhao thought he was hiding it well, but His Majesty actually knew everything about it...

Yan Chengjin planned to tell Zhu Houzhao and ask him to change places soon.

"To be honest with you, Your Majesty, Liangxiang just built a winery and bought a lot of wine and grapes. I have no more money."

Yan Chengjin continued: "Hubu wants money, so he can only wait for the Ming Dynasty's fleet to return."

Emperor Hongzhi thought about it secretly and thought that there would be no more hail.

Just let the East Palace and Imperial College put it aside for now.

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Mankara country,

The mine was full of people, holding hammers and knocking on the brown boulders. Liu Jin took a few prisoners to the mountain and cut the trees wherever they saw them.

"If white fluid comes out and is as thick as porridge, tell us."

Afraid of being killed by Yan Chengjin.

After he arrived on the island, he kept looking for a tree called rubber. He only remembered Yan Chengjin saying that the juice was as white as milk and as thick as porridge.

"Sir, is this what you see?"

A short prisoner held a sapling with bumps all over its roots. After peeling off the bumps, he saw two strange things the size of beans.

A slight pinch caused milky white juice to flow out, and it was a bit sticky.

Liu Jin was overjoyed. "The juice is as white as milk and as sticky as porridge?!"

But he looked carefully and felt something was wrong. The rubber tree that Lord Yan mentioned was as tall as a pine and as straight as a bamboo.

How could it be so small? Did Lord Yan remember it wrong?

"Where did you find it?"

The prisoner pointed to the ground, and saw that it was full of saplings, hundreds of them.

"Pull them all up for us and take them back to prison."

An hour later,

Liu Jin happily walked back into the barracks and whispered flatteringly, "Master Li, we found the rubber tree that Lord Yan wanted."

He raised the bumpy tree in his hand and shook it in front of Li Zhaoxian.

Zhang Yong saw it, with a face full of pain as if he had been beaten, holding up the drawing in his hand.

The seedlings that Lord Yan wanted have not been found yet:

Red as blood, as big as eggs... We are about to return to the court.

Li Zhaoxian ordered: "We will set sail for the court tomorrow, and the two eunuchs should prepare."

The silver mines in Mangala are open-pit mines, buried very shallowly. In just over a month, the death row prisoners dug a silver mine as high as a small mountain.

However, it still needs to be transported back to the Ming Dynasty for refining.

The Paradise Prison is composed of hundreds of straw huts, which are exactly the same as the straw huts of refugees in Liangxiang.

Mangala is an island, and as long as the ships are guarded, the prisoners will not be able to escape.

And there are soldiers from Mangala to assist in surveillance, so Li Zhaoxian is not worried.

The real Paradise Prison is still under construction, with drum towers set up at the four corners, huge stones surrounding the walls, and small walls set up inside the walls, with heavy protection.

At night, the soldiers of Mangala held torches and surrounded the prison camp.

"Ming Dynasty envoys, you stole our important food!" The Mangala minister spoke in unskilled Chinese.

Liu Jin thought of the hundreds of rubber trees that had been pulled up, and didn't care: "You pulled them up, do you want silver?"

The most precious thing in Mangala is food.

They don't know how to farm, and they eat whatever they grow.

The envoy waved his hand and ordered: "Arrest him and search for food!"

The Mangala people and the Ming Dynasty respect and fear each other, and they regard food as extremely important.

Li Zhaoxian hurriedly stood up: "These rubber trees will be taken back to the Ming Dynasty first. The envoy can go back to the Ming Dynasty with us and learn the Ming Dynasty's farming technology in exchange."

Lord Yan has ordered, so it must be taken back to the Ming Dynasty.