Zhu Cixiang was sitting on the imperial steps, looking at the bewildered civil and military officials in the Huangji Palace with a smile on his face.

At this time, he wanted to know whether the performance of those stingy and cash-strapped civil and military ministers in history when Chongzhen called for donations was consistent with history.

To be honest, Zhu Cihong didn't expect them to give out much money. He liked to let the Jin Yiwei raid the house, so that the money would come faster and more.

Zhu Cixiang, please cough twice to start the performance:

"Ahem, gentlemen, did you hear clearly the imperial edict issued by the emperor just now? The Ming Dynasty is in extremely difficult times. Since you are dedicated to serving the people and refuse to levy commercial taxes, I have no choice but to borrow some silver from you to save the country.

I have something to say, and I would like to first declare that donating money is an expression of patriotism and love for the people and is not linked to corruption. You should not worry about being liquidated if you donate too much. As long as you show enough loyalty, the wealth that was previously unknown can be forgotten."

Seeing the naughty boy's arrogance, many ministers and nobles wanted to go up and bite him hard.

You are really disgusting at such a young age. You want to defraud us of our money. You are still very young...

There were also some corrupt officials and dignitaries who secretly scolded Zhu Cihong:

"You naughty kid, let's forget about this. You're a liar. If I donate a hundred thousand taels today, your house will be confiscated tomorrow. What does the demise of the Ming Dynasty have to do with us? At worst, we will find a new owner..."

Zhu Cixiang's cold eyes swept across the faces of the civil and military officials, and many people began to feel chills on their backs.

But donating money is nothing to them, they can do whatever they want.

But it is absolutely impossible to levy commercial taxes, even if they are beaten to death they will not agree.

Once this hole is opened, it will be a major blow to their family and the interest groups behind it.

In fact, Zhu Cihong knew very well who the people present were loyal. Even if they only donated ten liang to truly loyal and honest officials, Zhu Cihong would not cause them any trouble.

But those second ministers were different from the corrupt officials who ate the blood of the common people, and the military attachés who drank the blood of soldiers. Zhu Cixiang wanted to see how they performed.

After waiting for a long time and seeing no one come forward to donate the ring, Zhu Cixiang smiled faintly:

"I know that you won't bring any money to court, so you only need to report the amount to Wang Daban, and the royal guards will come to your house to get it. I and my father will take the lead first and donate three hundred thousand taels!"

Wang Chengen's hand trembled and he almost dropped his pen. He knew that the emperor's money could starve a mouse to death, so where did he get the three hundred thousand taels?

However, since the young master had already spoken, he still wrote down that the emperor donated 200,000 taels and the crown prince donated 100,000 taels.

Zhu Cixiang glanced at Wang Chengen's record from the corner of his eye, and he smiled secretly in his heart:

"This old king is really good at it. The emperor has not paid a penny and he has taken the lion's share. The three hundred thousand taels of silver were all taken by me and only one hundred thousand taels were taken. He is really loyal to Chongzhen."

However, Zhu Cixiang thought again that this was also the best plan for Lao Wang.

If the emperor has not donated as much as the prince, how will the ministers view the emperor?

Here is a brief introduction: the emperor's internal funds and the Ming Dynasty's treasury are separate.

Although Emperor Chongzhen was poor, he did not privately take a penny from the treasury until the fall of the Ming Dynasty.

It was difficult for the emperor of the Ming Dynasty to use the money from the treasury. Jiajing once wanted to use the money from the treasury to build a palace.

As a result, the officials of the Ministry of Revenue refused to give him life or death, and the dignified Emperor Ming could only stare.

It can only be said that the Ming Dynasty was relatively democratic, and today's cabinet system already has the prototype of the constitutional monarchy of later generations.

Is the constitutional monarchy of later generations really democratic? Not necessarily! It’s just that power is transferred from the hands of the emperor to a small group of people.

The Qing regime was different. After entering the customs, they carried out a enslaving rule.

The people are like slaves, and as a result, many people’s kneecaps are still weak after kneeling for more than two hundred years.

We, the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, can squander the gold and silver of the treasury at will, build palaces, celebrate birthdays, send foreigners away, go to the south of the Yangtze River, etc.

Qianlong's several trips to the south of the Yangtze River to pick up girls all cost money from the national treasury and local finances. It is said that it amounted to at least 50 million taels of silver. Who dares to say no?

Speaking of going to the south of the Yangtze River in the Ming Dynasty, it was not possible. Emperor Zhengde used his own internal funds to go to the south of the Yangtze River and accidentally fell into the water.

Young and strong, capable of civil and martial arts, he can mount his horse and lead an army to fight, he can dismount his horse and govern the country, but it will not work if he accidentally slips and falls into the water. Is it possible that there are water ghosts in the Ming Dynasty water...

Seeing that the emperor and the prince were the first to donate, Zhang Zhiji decided to set an example:

"The British public has been separated from the country for two hundred years. I donate 150,000 taels!"

"Wow..."

Zhang Zhiji's behavior caused an uproar in the civil and military affairs of the entire court. The officials did not know whether Zhang Zhiji was old and confused or a fool. So he donated 150,000 taels. Doesn't this show that the British government is extremely corrupt?

Zhang Zhiji didn't care at all about the discussions of the ministers. His son, the future British Duke Zhang Shize, had already been taken under the command of the crown prince.

If the British government can continue to be glorious and the Ming Dynasty can be saved from disaster, Zhang Zhiji will not refuse even if he sells the British government and donates money. He wants to set an example for Zhu Chunchen, the Duke of Chengguo.

Wang Chengen, who was taking notes, was once again shocked by the British public Zhang Zhiji’s great hand. He looked up at Zhang Zhiji with some suspicion:

"Old Duke, we would like to confirm again, how much will the British government donate?"

Seeing Wang Chengen's fuss, Zhu Cixiang wanted to go up and give him a kick, telling you to just keep track of the accounts. There is so much nonsense. If Zhang Zhiji hesitates, Lao Wang, please use money to make up for it!

Zhang Zhiji smiled boldly:

"One hundred and fifty thousand taels, as long as we can revive the Ming Dynasty, I can buy land and a house..."

"Papa..."

Applause suddenly sounded here. Zhang Zhiji looked along the applause and saw the Crown Prince clapping him with a smile on his face.

"The British princes have been loyal and loyal for generations. I am very moved. Please come and give me a seat for my old prince!"

Zhang Zhiji hurriedly handed over his hand to thank him:

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

The attendant brought a stool, and the British prince took a seat under the royal steps.

Even though the seat is below the royal rank, the position is at the top of the official list. This is an honor for the British prince.

The British Duke took action. As the new chief minister of the cabinet, how could Li Banghua remain indifferent? He stepped to the imperial steps and whispered:

"My, my lord...Li Banghua donated five thousand taels..."

Li Banghua's face turned red when he spoke. This was all the cash he could afford. From now on, he would have to go to the seller to deal with anything in the house. He really couldn't compare with the British father!

Zhu Cixiang looked up at Li Banghua. This man was the most honest official except Cheng Guoxiang in the Chongzhen Dynasty of the Ming Dynasty. Five thousand taels of silver was already the limit for Li Banghua.

Zhu Cixiang smiled slightly and said:

"Give me a seat!"

Li Banghua sat down opposite Zhang Zhiji with a face full of embarrassment. He was particularly grateful to the Crown Prince. He was really worried that the Crown Prince would scold him harshly!

Li Banghua's donation of five thousand taels made many ministers almost laugh.

If the generosity of the British prince made them very embarrassed, now the chief minister of the Ming Dynasty cabinet gave them a big surprise.

"Five thousand taels? The chief minister of the Ming Dynasty's cabinet donated five thousand taels... Hahaha... we can pass the test with two thousand taels..."

Worried that another idiot would show up, Wu Weiye, the Minister of Civil Service, hurriedly struck while the iron was hot:

"Your Majesty, Wu Weiye, the Minister of Rites, is very loyal to the Supreme People's Court, and is willing to donate his three-year salary of two thousand taels of silver..."

Wu Weiye's operation caused an uproar among the officials. Among the dignified Jiangnan people, he only donated two thousand taels and called it three years' salary!

Zhu Cixiang didn't even raise his head. He glanced at this outstanding person from the corner of his eye. He was the author of "A Rage Becomes a Beauty" that whitewashed Wu Sangui. He remembered it! I like the Ming Dynasty. In the prosperous age, it started from the time when the prince supervised the country. Please collect it: (www
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