Xiyuan, Wanshou Palace.

Jiajing, wearing a blue Taoist robe, was sitting cross-legged, with a faint sandalwood lingering between his nose, which made his spirit well maintained. However, the two memorials with his eyes falling on the ground, a hint of boredom appeared on his face.

One is a memorial from Lin Ran, the governor of Shuntian Prefecture, requesting the court to stop compiling; the other is a memorial from Wu Shan, the new Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, requesting the Chongwenmen Xuanke Department to restore business tax revenue.

This dynasty once opened copper mines in Yunnan to mint coins, but it cost a lot, but the harvest was very little. Therefore, the governor of Yunnan, Wang Zheng, wrote a memorial to the court to request the stake.

At this point, the court no longer issued new money, so it was no longer keen on old money. Due to the "depreciation" of copper coins, the official salary and the Chongwenmen Xuanke Department required the use of silver for commercial taxes, which made the old money among the people unable to block it.

After Wu Shan took office as Minister of Revenue, he noticed this issue concerning people's livelihood, so he submitted a memorial to the court to order the Chongwenmen Xuan Taxation Department to resume the collection of copper coins.

But whether it is Lin Ran's request to stop the commission, or Wu Shan, the Minister of Revenue, requested the court to re-acquire copper coins, this is not a way to make money, but to "destroy money."

He could ignore Lin Ran’s memorial, but he felt a little headache when facing the first request of the new Minister of Revenue.

When he chose who to serve as the Minister of Revenue, he hesitated for a while, but in the end he did not choose Yan Ne, who was "behaved and sensible", but chose Wu Shan, who was virtuous and prestigious.

Jiajing sighed softly, regretting choosing the wrong Minister of Revenue. He suddenly asked outside: "Gei Master Yan, what do you think of Wu Shan's memorial?"

Cough cough cough...

Yan Song and Xu Jie, wearing python robe, had been summoned to Wanshou Palace and were staying outside at this moment, but a coughing sound came.

Yan Song sat on an embroidery pier, covering his mouth with a handkerchief, and his throat made a violent coughing sound. However, he didn't know whether he had spitted or blood, the sound finally stopped with relief.

While some people are worried about their youth, some are worried about their age. Yan Song, who is already eighty-three this year, has a face full of old man spots, his turbid eyes are covered with blood due to coughing, and he is left with only bones.

If he lay still on the ground at this moment, no one would think of him as a living person. Yan Song felt as if he could die suddenly at any time.

"Gemaster Yan, the emperor is asking you something! What do you think?" Huang Jin was next to the red painted pillar tied with the curtain. Seeing Yan Song being indifferent after coughing, he couldn't help but remind him.

Yan Song heard the emperor's question, but his butt slipped. He knelt on the ground as if he was a teenager. He quickly asked Huang Jin in a daze and said, "What do you think?"

Huang Jin seemed to be deliberately delaying the time. He first turned his head and looked at Jiajing carefully, and then reminded him: "The emperor asked you what you think of the memorial of Shangshu Wu just now!"

Jiajing sat quietly on the cushion, his eyes closed slightly, but he heard all this in his ears. He had already gained a clearer understanding of Yan Song's increasing age.

Once upon a time, he wanted Yan Song, a minister who was good at figuring out his mind, to stay in the position of prime minister, even if Yan Song died in the position of prime minister.

"The old minister has been ill recently and his mind is stupid. Please let the old minister go back and think carefully before giving the emperor a reply!" Yan Song hid his head on the ground and immediately asked.

This method of dragging words has become Yan Song's most commonly used technique recently. Whenever he encounters something difficult to choose, he adopts this set of statements, as if he does not seek merit but does not seek to make mistakes.

Jiajing's face darkened, but he said coldly: "Do you go back and discuss with Yan Shifan?"

After hearing this name, Xu Jie's eyes couldn't help but look sternly, but he turned his head and looked at Yan Song secretly, wanting to see how Yan Song would respond.

"Old minister thanks the emperor for his compassion!"

Yan Song didn't know whether he didn't hear clearly or pretended to be confused, but he actually bowed respectfully and thanked him.

Huh?

Xu Jie and Huang Jin couldn't help but be stunned, looking at Yan Song on the ground in surprise, but they didn't understand whether he was really confused or fake, so they answered the emperor's words irrelevantly.

But I have to admit that this move has some effect.

Jiajing was actually dissatisfied and hoped that Yan Song would relieve his worries immediately, rather than delaying all trivial matters for a long time. But looking at Yan Song's respectful and grateful appearance, the little resentment in his heart disappeared without a trace.

He sighed lightly and asked Xu Jie again: "Geither Xu, what do you think you should do?"

But he didn't know when it started, so he was more willing to ask Xu Jie for advice than Yan Song, who was already deaf and blind. Although Yan Song was still as loyal as ever, he could no longer help him share political affairs well.

Xu Jie first coughed lightly, then bowed and responded: "Your Majesty, the money law is related to the foundation of the country! I believe that we should listen to the words of Shangshu Wu and ask the Chongwenmen Xuanshi Department to collect copper coins again to prevent the money law from being corrupted!"

"The method of money is related to the foundation of the country!" Jiajing's eyes lit up immediately, and he nodded in satisfaction at the argument and repeated it.

Although he was eager for the imperial court's financial increase, he was not a person without long-term views. He already recognized Xu Jie's view. After making up his mind, he handed the memorial to Huang Jin and directly ordered Xu Jie: "You go back and write a ticket!"

As soon as this statement was made, this plan was considered to be passed. However, the work that had been handed over to Yan Songpiao in the past fell on Xu Jie now.

"Cough cough! I obey the order!" Xu Jie couldn't help but cough twice and immediately polite.

Jiajing looked at Xu Jie coughing twice in a row and immediately asked with concern: "Gemaster Xu, are you sick too?"

"Report to the emperor, I should be fine. I was fine this morning, but I don't know... Cough cough, please forgive me!" Xu Jie couldn't help coughing in his throat as he spoke, and immediately knelt down to apologize.

Huang Jin was about to hand over the memorial to Xu Jie, but suddenly took a small step back and looked cautiously at Yan Song who was coughing with a handkerchief covering his mouth.

Xu Jie's cough stopped, but Yan Song's cough continued until he coughed out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and then he sighed softly with relief.

Although Yan Song quickly hid the thick phlegm in his handkerchief, the two eunuchs looked at each other and seemed to have taken a small step back in cooperation.

Yan Song didn't care at first, but after looking at the actions of the people around him, he looked up thoughtfully and said lightly: "You all retreat!"

"The old minister said he would leave, long live my emperor!" Yan Song heard it clearly this time and politely bowed respectfully.

Xu Jie took the memorial handed over by Huang Jin, and also gave the courtesy manner, and then followed Yan Song to leave.

Jiajing turned his head and looked at Yan Song's elderly back, his eyes looking very complicated.

If Yan Song's health was as healthy as before, he naturally hoped that Yan Song would always write a memorial for him, but now he is really scary.

"Master, has Mr. Yan Ge got some serious illness? Will Mr. Xu be infected by him?" Huang Jin said worriedly as soon as Yan Song and Xu Jie left.

Jiajing glared at Huang Jin, and was so scared that Huang Jin hurriedly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, but the words he heard were: "You ask the imperial physician to diagnose Master Yan and Master Xu!"
Chapter completed!