"I owe a thousand guan, where are the other yamen?" Zhao Chen was stunned for a moment. He didn't know about this before.

Does the Ministry of Revenue still owe the salary of Dali Temple?

Isn't this nonsense?

Now the Ministry of Revenue has no copper coins, so why does he give these officials a salary?

Can't Zhao Chen's own money be used?

He is the Minister of Revenue, not the boy who spends money!

"The rest of the tribes owe a month's salary, which is almost 10,000 yuan." said Miss Xue's family.

She also wanted to remind Zhao Chen yesterday, but Zhao Chen urged him to go home to rest.

This is not good, Dai Zhou blocked the door.

"Ten thousand coins?"

"Dai Shaoqing, the last 500,000 guan in the Ministry of Revenue's warehouse have been taken to Hedong by the Ministry of Works."

"Or what if you wait?" Zhao Chen and Dai Zhou said.

Dai Zhou and others were going to be stupid.

Let them wait?

Isn't this nonsense?

There are hundreds of officials of all sizes in Dali Temple, each with an average of less than five stags of silver per month.

Many people live on these five-stay silver coins.

Have been waiting for two months, still waiting?
Chapter completed!