So, the poor Empress was "invited" to the dragon bed by two palace maids who weighed three hundred kilograms together, pressed down in front of the dressing table, and washed and rinsed with tears in her eyes. After that, she had to wear Jiuhuang to make a pilgrimage.

Wearing court clothes, trailing a skirt that was two feet long, carrying twelve crowns each, and supported by at least a hundred people behind him, he went up to the ground with great force.

Sitting on the gilded dragon chair, Ye Jiangxue, who was slightly lost in thought, thought to herself, this dragon chair is so hard and irritating, why are so many people trying their best to climb up... Don't they know that doing

Being an emperor is one of the hardest jobs in the world, isn't it?

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?"

"Ah -" she blinked, "what did you say?"

The minister holding the wat tablet had black lines on his face. He gritted his teeth and repeated: "I am reporting to your majesty that there is a severe drought in the northwest this year. Most of the grain planted in early spring died due to drought. The governors of Liuzhou, Zhuzhou and other five states have petitioned for exemptions.

Please ask Your Majesty to decide on the taxation of the people."

Although Ye Jiangxue's convulsions make people speechless, she is not careless about business matters at all.

Considering that she had just ascended the throne, the country was unstable, and there was a helpless thing like the severe drought in the northwest, she thought about it carefully and said: "The drought in the northwest is really a natural disaster, and the tax should be reduced. I agree with your advice.

"

"Your Majesty, please think twice." A man suddenly stood up on the left. He was over fifty years old and his voice was loud.

Ye Jiangxue looked at his appearance behind the wat board and remembered that she had seen him last night when the officials were congratulating each other. He was a member of the Bai family, one of the four great aristocratic families, and the uncle of the current head of the family, Bai Ruoxi.

Ye Jiangxue raised her eyebrows slightly, smiled slowly, and her posture was extremely humble, "Bai Qing, what do you think is wrong?"

"Your Majesty, our dynasty has been constantly at war since the late Emperor, who dominated the world with his military exploits. As the saying goes, before the troops and horses are moved, food and grass go first. For so many years, the national treasury has been empty and cannot make ends meet. If Your Majesty exempts the northwest from taxes

, I’m afraid that the Ministry of Revenue will run out of money again this year.”

Ye Jiangxue understood. To put it simply, when Ye Su was in power, there were wars every year. You said that this war cannot be fought, and the soldiers cannot be wasted, right? Let alone eating armor-piercing weapons, it is just a matter of paying for the wounded soldiers.

It was a big expense. So, after going back and forth like this, they became poor in the Southern Jin Dynasty... From rich people to poor peasants, they gloriously became the poorest country in the entire continent.

The household department was probably helpless. The empress gave the order and could only hold the accounts, which were thicker than bricks but actually lighter than feathers, and threw them to Ye Jiangxue.

The reason why he is said to be the poorest is that Ye Jiangxue came to the conclusion on his own after looking through the memorials submitted by the transfer department - you said that the total amount of money in the national treasury is only 500 taels!

Classmate, five hundred taels!

What kind of concept is this? In other words, she is the empress of the Southern Jin Dynasty. She is so powerful that she only has 500 taels of silver at her disposal!

Ye Jiangxue twitched the corners of her lips and made a special trip to ask the minister of the Ministry of Revenue. What was even more tragic was that she discovered that she, Ye Jiangxue, could not even afford to buy more than three courtyards under the Imperial City...

Well, she closed the account book and looked at the sky speechlessly.

"Biyun, how much is the salary of a seventh-rank official in the Southern Jin Dynasty?"

The omnipotent female official who was sharpening her ink casually replied: "Fifty two years."

Oh, fortunately, her property is at least a little more than that of a seventh-rank official. Her Majesty, who is easily satisfied, patted her chest, and then was stunned. No, she is the emperor after all. How can she be with a seventh-rank official?
Chapter completed!