Zhu Yuanzhang, who had been keeping his eyes closed, heard Chu Ze's vow to say the strategy to destroy the country.

His eyes, which had been closed tightly, suddenly opened.

And for a moment, Chu Ze even felt that the air around him seemed to be solidifying.

The murderous aura of a sudden slashed across his face like a steel knife.

In just one moment, Chu Ze's back was soaked with cold sweat.

He was already ready for death, but he was actually scared!

"Do you know what the consequences will be?"

Zhu Yuanzhang's voice was extremely cold at this time, and even the prince Zhu Biao and the prince of Yan Zhu Di on the side were trembling slightly because of his powerful aura.

Especially King Yan Zhu Di, his legs seemed to be trembling at this time.

However, even so, Chu Ze still stood straight after coming back to his senses.

"Your Majesty, my soul has returned to this era, which is what we later said about time travel, and I have not received any previous memories."

"This is actually one of the reasons why I'm determined to die. Of course, the main reason is that if I have a chance later, I can continue to talk about it."

"But, I can still guess some of them, just the three tribes of Yi, the nine tribes of killing them."

"But your Majesty doesn't want to hear it, why am I just saying that?"

"If the time of just a few words is true, it will be like a rainbow of luck in the 50th year of the Ming Dynasty. Does Your Majesty feel that he is losing?"

After taking life and death indifferently, Chu Ze also found that he became more and more calm.

Zhu Yuanzhang, who was above the throne, looked at Chu Ze, whose expression was restored to normal, and his eyes gradually softened.

Of course, this is not because he is calm.

It's just because his scheming is too deep.

It makes people unable to see what he is thinking.

"Let's talk about it, we're really interested now."

After getting Zhu Yuanzhang's approval, Chu Ze did not talk much nonsense.

He can say one more thing now, so he can earn one more thing.

He even looked at the Yan King Zhu Di and the Crown Prince Zhu Biao next to him.

I was still wondering whether to make up their mentality before dying.

After a trip, I hurriedly left the stage before I even did anything. I thought about it and it seemed like I was a little loss.

At least, it seems like a good idea to do something and prove that you have been there.

"Your Majesty, if my memory is not wrong, it will be considered a peaceful period. The price of rice per stone is one or two to convert. For a prince, it will cost 50,000 taels per year."

"There will be the messy expenses of silk, satin, cloth, silk, salt, tea, cotton, etc., totaling 20,000 taels."

"And Your Majesty has established the ancestral teachings, the title of prince has been inherited from generation to generation, and the position of prince has been passed down from generation to generation, and the descendants of the prince have been demoted to the prince!"

"The treatment of the prince is 6,000 shi per year, which is 6,000 taels. Adding other debris, it is converted to 8,000 taels."

"Your Highness, I wonder if there is any error in the data I have obtained?"

Chu Ze's previous words were indeed for Zhu Yuanzhang to listen to.

But he went for Zhu Biao in the last question.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Lao Zhu is a reasonable person.

But in his eyes, truth is always only there.

All Chu Ze actually didn't want to pay attention to him.

On the contrary, Prince Zhu Biao is much easier to talk to.

After hearing Chu Ze's question, Zhu Biao nodded subconsciously, but then shook his head.

Then, he added with a slightly frown.

"It's not just these expenses, but the rules set by the father, the princes and princes need to have maids and eunuchs to take care of their daily life. Then this part of the expenses must be included."

When he heard Chu Ze start to settle accounts, Zhu Biao actually began to have a bad premonition in his heart.

However, he didn't know where this premonition came from.

So when Chu Ze threw the problem to him, he unexpectedly cooperated with Chu Ze's words.

"Yes, I really forgot this..."

After Chu Ze heard Zhu Biao mention this matter, he nodded as if he suddenly realized it.

Looking at his actions, Zhu Yuanzhang snorted coldly in displeasure.

However, under Zhu Yuanzhang's gaze, Chu Ze said this again without any haste.

"If you include the palace maids and eunuchs, you have to include the population loss. This will be counted together later."

"Since the prince said there was no problem, let's continue."

"Now, Emperor Taizu has a total of 26 descendants, that is, twenty-five princes. The annual expenditure of these twenty-five princes is about 1.75 million taels."

"After the prince, there are princes... we don't count them as exaggerated. Each prince is counted as ten descendants, which is considered a small number. You must know that Liu Sheng, the king of Zhongshan in the Han Dynasty, had more than 100 sons."

"Even if there are 250 princes in the basics."

This number is quite good...

I originally thought that when mentioning this number, Lao Zhu and his son would have any bad expressions.

But it is obvious that this joke is not popular in today's era.

Chu Ze, who was a little disappointed, then continued to settle the accounts.

"Each prince, according to the previous calculation, consumes 8,000 taels, that is, 2 million taels."

"Thus calculation, over the past year, just by supporting these princes and princes, the Ming Dynasty would need to consume 3.75 million taels of fiscal revenue."

"And, this is just the first generation of princes and princes."

"If the ratio is still calculated based on the previous proportion, the prince's hereditary expenses will still be calculated at 1.75 million taels."

"And the first generation of princes grew up, and the second generation of princes began to be born. Every prince still has ten descendants."

"The previous generation of 250 princes, each with ten, and 2,500 princes, were born."

"There is the third generation. Below the three generations, we count the first generation of 250 county lords, and the number is defined as 2,55."

"Then, these 2,500 princes have given birth to ten new princes, and then 25,000 princes have given birth to them."

"The fourth generation, 250,000 princes were born."

"Even if we are the fourth generation, 250,000 princes need to be supported by the imperial court... The annual cost is nearly 200,000 taels of silver!"

"I am not very clear about the fiscal revenue of the court in this era. I don't know how much money the Ming Dynasty has in its annual fiscal revenue?"

“…”

After Chu Ze finished speaking, he did not wait for the answer he imagined.

At this time, the entire imperial study room became silent.
Chapter completed!