Once the war breaks out, all that will be lost will be the money that is in vain in the treasury.

But if he remembered correctly, his son and Xia Yuanji only discussed about 30% of the new salt.

Forty percent of it goes to the emperor, 30% goes to the household department, and the remaining 30% belongs to his son.

Just three achievements cost more than 20 to 30 million taels of silver.

What is the emperor's 40%?

Forty to fifty million taels?

Zhu Zhanji didn't know that his silly father had almost guessed his net worth in just a short while.

When my silly father asked about the money earned by Xinyan, he immediately laughed and said, "What do you think?"

Zhu Gaochi: "..."

When Zhu Gaochi heard his son's joking words, he reached out and hit him.

Zhu Zhanji took a few steps out of the way, and then said: "Dad, the five hundred thousand taels of silver are not for you to use randomly. Since we are holding a literary conference, you, the majestic prince, cannot let the world's literati look down upon you. You can do it if you want to. Be more generous and let the world's literati know how good you are to them. If you follow our family, you can enjoy delicious food and drink spicy food. Our family is not short of money!"

Zhu Gaochi: "..."

When Zhu Gaochi wanted to say something else, Zhu Zhanji simply slipped away.

Zhu Gaochi looked at Zhu Zhanji's back with some helplessness: "This child is still like this even though he is so old!"

He sighed and spoke, then thought of something else, and quickly and quietly stuffed the two banknotes Zhu Zhanji gave him into his sleeves.
Chapter completed!