The heavy snow in Kyoto came. Standing in the attic, leaning against the railing, I looked at the white patch. The eaves of the houses and the willows on the green river bank, I saw a faint outline, light gray, dark gray, and clear layers, from under my feet to the end of my eyes. I could vaguely hear the crowing of chickens and the barking of dogs. Apart from that, there was silence, the snow was so quiet that there was not even the sound of the wind.

"It's cold outside, so come in." Qiu'er said, putting a thick mink coat on him.

"Look at the snow, I'm not cold at all." How could Li Ye be cold in a thick cotton robe? Qiu'er was wearing thin clothes. He frowned and put his coat on Qiu'er with his backhand: "Why are you wearing this little dress?"

"The clothes are not dry." Qiu'er said as she looked at the snow-covered eaves.

Li Ye glanced at her and asked again: "Why don't you wear more clothes?"

Qiu'er lowered her head: "The clothes were not dry..."

Li Ye knew that the little girl was lying.

For people who have not been professionally trained, it is actually easier to judge whether they are lying, just pay attention to some details. When lying, people will subconsciously remove themselves from the lies. For example, the sentence Qiuer said at the beginning, "The clothes were not dry", and most people will say "My clothes were not dry."

People who lie will also look up subconsciously and avoid other people's gazes in order to cover up their psychological weakness.

But these are just suspicious, so I asked again.

People who lie like to repeat the same answers as if they are repeated to emphasize the authenticity of their answers. Sure enough, Qiu'er's answer was the same, and Li Ye was sure that the little girl was most likely lying.

Li Ye held her pretty face with cold face and used it for a while to warm it up. The little girl's cheeks were red and her eyelashes were trembling slightly. Li Ye then asked, "Tell me the truth, what's going on."

"The prince..." the little girl lowered her head guiltily.

"It's okay, I don't blame you, tell me honestly." Li Ye tried to be gentle so that the little girl could relax.

"I...I only have these clothes..." Qiu'er whispered.

Li Ye understood and was surprised, which meant that the royal family had no money. He wouldn't ask you if you had a monthly salary. Qiu'er was the highest-level servant in the royal family. If even she couldn't wear enough clothes to keep warm, let alone other people.

"Take me to see General Yan." Li Yedao.

"Criminal, it's not the General Manager Yan." Qiu'er made a nervous defense.

Li Ye touched her little head: "I know, I just went to see it. There must be a countermeasure in this matter."

Qiu'er was stunned. She obviously didn't expect that the prince would care about such things, and then she was happy and moved, and was in a complicated mood and couldn't speak. She just nodded quietly and walked towards the account room with the prince.

...........

The fiery red charcoal fire was slowly burning, and the room was warm. Li Ye sat at the table, Qiu'er stood quietly behind him, and Yan Bian, with gray hair, stood aside, and reported to him the expenses of the royal family to him seriously. Although he didn't know why the little prince suddenly asked about this matter today, he was very happy, which meant that the little prince began to be the leader...

"Little Prince, the main source of the royal monthly payment in the mansion is the royal monthly payment. After you are the prince, you will receive 100 taels of silver every month, which is what the old slaves will receive from the Ministry of Revenue. During the holidays, they will also receive some gifts. When the prince is alive, he can collect about 30,000 taels a year. Now..."

The old man paused for a moment and said a little lonely: "Now, only the palace will give you some every year, but it is only a thousand taels."

Li Ye understood that when the heavier he was, the elderly would of course be lost.

"In addition, there is a restaurant in the royal palace in the east of the city, just across the Wangfu River. They are all veterans who have followed the prince before. Some of their families were killed by rebels. The prince was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to have no choice but to open a restaurant and let them help and place it. They can add about thirty taels of income to the royal palace every month..."

Next, Yan Jian talked about the expenses in the mansion in detail. More than 130 taels of silver per month is considered to be more than 130 taels of silver per month, which ordinary people dare not think about. One tael is equivalent to a consistent state, a full thousand citations. In this era, a county magistrate's salary was only about 50 taels a year, but in fact it is far more than that. It is said that the magistrate of Qing for three years was 100,000 snowflakes.

There were many servants in the palace, including all kinds of maids, servants, grooms, and many capable guards who had fought with King Xiao, gathered more than 100 people. These people had to eat, drink, defecate, and scatter. In addition, firewood, charcoal, fodder, servants' monthly money, etc. in the palace, they would spend about 60 taels of silver every month.

"What about the rest?" Li Ye asked, 130 taels per month, and there should be a surplus of more than 50 to 70 taels.

"The rest is for the little prince to prepare this weekly expense." Yan Bian said hurriedly.

Li Ye now understood that it was not that he had no money, but that he had more pocket money alone than the entire royal palace. It seems that the servant's monthly money must have been compressed and compressed.

"Qiu'er, how much money do you have per month? Answer me honestly." Li Ye asked a little serious.

Qiu'er was a little nervous. She had never seen the prince like this, but she still answered honestly: "One Hundred and Twenty Texts..."

Li Ye instantly had a clear idea. Qiu'er only had this point. She was the prince's personal maid, and she must be much higher than ordinary people. This means that others may basically have no monthly money.

Li Ye sighed. It seemed that the royal mansion was indeed in decline. People in the royal mansion were not having a good life. However, Li Xingzhou didn't care at all before, and only knew that he was squandering himself.

"Uncle Yan, how much money is left in the royal treasury?"

"In addition, the gift money received was more than 500 taels." Yan Bian thought for a while and replied.

"How much does it take to buy clothes for everyone in the house to keep warm during the winter?"

Yan Feng took the abacus on the table, started to fight, and after a while, he said, "It's fifty taels."

Li Ye nodded. He likes people like Yan Bi. If ordinary people face such problems, they will be able to speak out and give a rough data, but Yan Bi is very rigorous. He likes people like these rigorous.

"Okay, take out a hundred taels and buy clothes for all the people in the mansion to protect the cold. Qiu'er, Yue'er and you want better ones, so buy a few more sets." Li Ye made the decision.

Yan Feng suddenly became anxious, and looked excited, and didn't care about respect. He put his abacus on it and said quickly: "No, Prince, the Queen Mother's birthday will be in more than one month. The more than five hundred must be prepared for the Queen Mother's birthday! The more than five hundred taels is already short, but we must not give it to the Prince. This is the opportunity for the Queen Mother to see you!

Prince, this money cannot be moved, it cannot be moved!"

Seeing the old man looking anxious, almost tears came out, Li Ye understood his mood. He just hoped that he would be noticed by the emperor like King Xiao, which not only concerns Li Xingzhou's future and destiny, but also the future of everyone in the royal palace.

These five hundred taels are basically life-saving money, although this bet may lose all your money.

Li Ye knew his thoughts, but he also had his own ideas.

If the royal palace declines or Li Xingzhou dies, one day everyone in the royal palace, Qiu'er, Yue'er, Yan Bian, would probably either live on the street and starve to death, or be sent to slaves, and even for their own sake, they would not let this happen.

Since things are coming, he is not a person who is afraid of things, and it is even more impossible to avoid the responsibilities that fall on his shoulders. More than a hundred mouths in the palace are counting on him for dinner...

But who said that he had to climb to the emperor and get the emperor's attention to be rich and prosperous? Li Ye never thought so.

He stood up, his sixteen-year-old body was half a head taller than the old man, and patted his shoulder: "Don't worry, General Manager Yan, I have my own way."
Chapter completed!