There is something about Zhu Mo being chased by his little wife and shooting him.

For people in the Sun and Moon Hall, they are probably popular.

Let me ask, except Zhu Zhanji, a few people present have escaped the sanctions of the Great Devil in recent years.

On the contrary, Xu Chuxiu did not hit the big devil, and everyone was inevitably disappointed.

Even if you don’t hit the key point, at least you have to let the great devil suffer.

After hearing Zhu Xiu's explanation, Zhu Zhanji also smiled softly and did not care about this matter.

If you talk about the children in the Sun and Moon Hall, who has the most accurate marksmanship?

Only Xu Chuxiu.

Although the two were running one after another, the distance between the two must not be too far.

Xiuxiu held a gun in her hand, so there was no eagle that could not be shot.

Even Zhu Zhanji could guess that Zhu Mo's escape route was under Xiuxiu's control.

I no longer care about Zhu Mo's stupid gourd, and I only know the slutty bear look all day long.

There are still many things in the laboratory in the mountain stream here that he needs to accept.

Textile machines, blast furnaces, muskets, cannons, new agricultural tools, etc. must be gradually promoted, and then gradually go down to the court and the people to verify the practicality.

Stayed in the imperial village for two days.

Zhu Zhanji is also on the day to return to the city.

It was not because of Japan, something big happened in southern Xinjiang, nor was it because of the remnants of the previous dynasty from Jiubian.

It’s because the old monk has been buried.

Although the old monk's death could not involve the entire Yingtian City, it would make the whole city covered with plain moistness.

But Zhu Zhanji, who returned to Yingtian City, still saw the silence in the city.

On the streets, all the workers who were always lazy in the past appeared.

Even the emperor's personal army, who was usually only responsible for guarding the imperial city, lined up from the west gate of the imperial city to the foot of Jilong Mountain.

The old monk's last wish is to be buried under the old peach tree in the yard.

With such a request, no one dares to say anything gossiped about.

Zhu Zhanji, who had just arrived at the city gate, was stopped by the old prostitute Jin Chun, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue.

Jin Chun's face was not visible.

The Ministry of Revenue was responsible for Yao Guangxiao's funeral. He could hardly make any mistakes. He was done in a straightforward manner according to the rules of the Ming Dynasty.

The only difference is that today, I just stopped working for three days and I was going to bury the old monk Yao Guangxiao into Jilong Mountain.

Seeing the grandson showing his face from the carriage, Jin Chun pressed the servant's shoulder and jumped onto the carriage and got in.

The old man's legs and feet were very strong, which surprised Zhu Zhanji.

Jin Chun, who had already entered the carriage, had his hands in his arms: "Your Highness, Your Majesty is waiting for you on Jilong Mountain."

"Wait for me?" Zhu Zhanji was a little surprised.

Jin Chun nodded: "According to the procedures of the Ministry of Rites, Your Majesty should be the last to climb the mountain. Who knew that early in the morning, Your Majesty sent someone to the Ministry of Rites, and Your Majesty was already on Jilong Mountain."

As he said that, Jin Chun shouted at the coachman who was driving the horse outside, asking the carriage to turn around and go directly to Jilong Mountain.

After doing these things, Jin Chun smiled on his face: "Speaking of this, the old minister wants to congratulate the grandson first."

Old Mr. Jin suddenly came again, which made Zhu Zhanji even more confused.

He said in a daze: "My elder wants to give me money?"

Jin Chun was stunned, then suddenly realized, patted his legs and touched his beard: "It's the old minister who is confused... In fact, the Ministry of Rites has received the order from His Majesty to start handling the grandson's wedding."

After listening to Jin Chun's explanation, Zhu Zhanji leaned back and said, "Is the life decided?"

"On June 6, the Imperial Day calculated the best day of the year." Jin Chun answered truthfully.

"June Six?"

Zhu Zhanji muttered.

What a good day.

The marriages of the Ming Dynasty royal family have always been done only after they have been discussed and agreed upon by the clan mansion, the Ministry of Rites, and the Imperial Heavenly Supervisory Office.

At this time, etiquette is greater than that of individuals.

Even if this person is the protagonist of the wedding.

As for the wedding day, there is no place to talk about it.

Old Mr. Jin came to ventilate in advance so that he could be mentally prepared. Zhu Zhanji glanced at Jin Chun, but he didn't expect that this old man could do things like this.

He raised his hand: "The old man will move the capital in the past two years, and my marriage has also collided. Has Mr. Xia from the Ministry of Revenue become angry recently?"

The war funds in southern Xinjiang and Japan can basically be said to have been resolved locally.

However, the money for moving the capital to marry the grandson must be taken out by the Ministry of Revenue.

No matter how much Zhu Zhanji can make money, it is absolutely impossible for him to generate the money at once.

Jin Chun thought about it, probably because he thought of Xia Yuanji's old man in the Ministry of Revenue and stared at him for a penny of money, and he couldn't help laughing.

"At the beginning of the year, the Ministry of Revenue had already calculated the issue of moving the capital. From beginning to end, I carefully calculated it several times with my fingers. That's it. Just moving the capital alone would cost tens of millions of taels of silver."

Thinking that the imperial court had to spend tens of millions of taels of silver just moving from Yingtian to Peiping.

Even though Jin Chun was just the Minister of Rites, he felt it was difficult to speak regardless of the affairs of the Ministry of Revenue.

However, then, Jin Chun smiled again: "It's the matter of the grandson's wedding, which is much worse than the move of the capital. The total amount of money is only one or two million taels of silver. Xia Weizhe, the old man gritted his teeth and could always do it."

"So much?" Zhu Zhanji was a little shocked.

He always felt that it was just a marriage. Even if he was the crown prince, he would have more customers and more food and drinks at that time.

Even if the flowers bloom, Zhu Zhanji felt that only 100,000 taels of silver would be enough.

Now when he heard Jin Chun actually said that his marriage would cost one or two million taels of silver, it was really hard to believe for a moment.

Jin Chun shook his head: "Your Majesty attaches great importance to the marriage of the first grandson of the Ming Dynasty. The auspicious clothes of the grandson and the grandson concubines alone have to be paid out for more than 200,000 taels of silver. The rest can be saved as much as possible. Speaking of which, the old minister has cut several expenses for the grandson..."

The man went to Yangzhou and worked hard to get back three days and ten thousand taels of silver. This marriage will cost most of the time...

When he thought that the money was about to disappear, Zhu Zhanji didn't know whether he should feel distressed or felt distressed.

Looking at the painful look on his face, Jin Chun nodded slowly: "Speaking of this, the burden on the court is much younger than before. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers in southern Xinjiang and Japan fought to the death, but the court did not spend a single piece of silver from beginning to end, which is already valuable."

"You still have to find a way to accumulate more money..." Zhu Zhanji muttered silently.

Jin Chundao: "It is easy to reduce expenditure, but it is difficult to increase revenue. The court is benevolent and righteous, and I have not added taxes to the people over the years. Speaking of which, it is because of you, Taisun, that Your Majesty has decided to promote innovation in Jiangsu. I think that the grand occasion of Huizhou Prefecture can also be seen in Jiangsu."

I responded to God myself because of this.

Zhu Zhanji shook his head: "I am now worried about the old man from the Ministry of Revenue. I will come to cause trouble for me every day..."

This innovation is actually to make the imperial court open source.

Jiangsu has always been a place where the imperial court has paid heavy taxes.

Innovate this matter, there must be no matter from the Ministry of Revenue.

Xia Yuanji, who is now the head of the Ministry of Revenue, is not a good person to eat.

Xia Yuanji, who claims to be able to break even a piece of silver and break up the flowers, will definitely cause trouble for himself because of big and small things in innovation.

Having a headache.

Zhu Zhanji felt the carriage pause suddenly, and a figure came in.

Then the carriage slowly moved again.

The Minister of Revenue Xia Yuanji was already sitting opposite Jin Chun with a smile on his face.

"Old ministers think that someone is talking about him outside. It turns out that you are the old man who is gossiping in front of the grandson!" Xia Yuanji is probably the kind of student who loves to make trouble in the class. He will say a few words to anyone who doesn't like him.

Jin Chun hummed and glanced at him: "Just say Cao Cao and Cao Cao, you are here. The nose of you old guy is probably the most effective in Yingtian City!"

This is to scold Xia Yuanji as a dog.

When Xia Yuanji heard the old guy criticizing him like this, he immediately glared at him and was about to speak.

Zhu Zhanji had already raised his hand with a wry smile and interrupted, "Sir, the silver mines in Japan will soon be transported back to the first batch of silver."

The best way to make Xia Yuanji surrender is to find him a lot of money.

Sure enough, Xia Yuanji, who was about to start swearing, immediately calmed down when he heard the silver and looked at Zhu Zhanji with anticipation.

"Taisun, we are all people who don't tell lies. Is there enough money there? Should the old minister go to the Ministry of Industry and build a few more sea boats?" Xia Yuanji looked like he was caught in the eyes of money.

This appearance made Zhu Zhanji laugh and cry.

Jin Chun curled his lips: "Who said that Song Li spent too much money a few days ago and didn't give him any money in the future?"
To be continued...