If this is said from anyone, Wu Zheng would not help but sneer at him.

But for the old man in front of him, Wu Zhengxin.

It is naturally no problem for a family that can spend million taels to redeem a life, raise a hundred chefs, and make these small silver snacks with only two patterns.

Wu Zheng said "hmm" and said, "This thing is delicious, melts in your mouth, sweet but not greasy."

"If I like it, I'll give you a cook, so I can make some things for you?"

"Ah?...No, no, since you can buy it in the market, why do you need to raise a chef? I will send someone to buy it when I want to eat it." Wu Zheng was telling the truth, why raise a hen if you want to eat eggs?

But as soon as Wu Zheng finished speaking, Mo Zhinian couldn't help laughing.

"Blame me, blame me." Mo Zhinian gently patted his own mouth and said, "I didn't say it clearly. My uncle doesn't know anything. There is still some difference between the bone-bearing abalone and the market selling."

"Oh...what is the difference?"

"Milk must be colostrum. When taken out, it must be cooked in a fragrant column. The taste is not strong enough for a moment. The peeling will be carried out at a moment later, and the stew with fragrant wood, boiling, filtering, drilling, picking, printing and other processes will show more of the chef's skills."

Wu Zheng was confused when he heard this, so he summed up a few words, "How much does it cost?"

Mo Zheng was stunned and laughed at the question. How could he know how much he would cost?

Fortunately, Wu Zheng didn't want to ask the bottom of the matter, so he smiled awkwardly, feeling really uncomfortable.

In the house of Zhang Guowei, the minister of the Ministry of War, several important officials of the court surrounded him. The wine was a three-part who could not be shaken. The sum was only a hundred people. Well, a wealthy family in Hangzhou who surrendered to each other would have to count two silver patterns for a cup of dessert. This is just the price in the market. What's wrong with this world?

This kind of mood staggering, Wu Zheng was like chewing wax to dozens of subsequent new dishes.

Seeing the maids passing through the hall like butterflies, Wu Zheng's thoughts were no longer on the dishes.

Mo Ming is sophisticated and has already noticed that Wu Zheng's mood has changed.

But he didn't know where the problem was. Since Wu Zheng entered the mansion, he had served him with all his heart and soul, and there was nothing wrong with him.

But Mo Zhinian knew that he couldn't ask, and did not talk much nonsense, so he quietly accompanied Wu Zheng to finish the meal.

Then he led Wu Zheng to the hall on the right.

After presenting a cup of Ming Dynasty tea and a few seasonal fruits, Mo Zhinian finally started to talk about it.

"I have a suggestion for you today."

Wu Zheng felt much calmer when he smelled the scent of tea.

"Tell me."

"This..." Mo Zhinian thought about it, "I really don't know where to start at this moment, so I'm laughing."

Wu Zheng became a little curious. This old man is a human being. If you ask him to come and have something to do, he wouldn't even think about how to speak.

"It's okay, just say whatever you think."

Mo Zhinian then cleared his throat and said, "Then I will be arrogant. I dare to ask Master, why is the reason for the destruction of my dynasty in your heart?"

Wu Zheng let out a "pop" sound, spurting out the tea in his mouth, almost spitting Mo Zhengnian all over.

This old man, are you right in front of the palace?

After all, I am the veritable Lin'an Bo. On this acre of three parts, I am a person who is in charge of the power of life and death.

But this old man suddenly took the exam to take the school, and he was really arrogant enough!

Mo Zhinian quickly ordered the maid to send her sweat towel, and then apologized: "I'm talking nonsense, I hope you won't blame me."

Wu Zheng didn't mean to blame him, he was just caught off guard.

"It's okay. I just want to tell the true reason for the demise of the Ming Dynasty. I don't know it in my heart. However, in my opinion, it was nothing more than a disagreement between the monarch and ministers, a disagreement between government orders, and the royal family and wealthy families in various places oppressed the people too much, so that rebellions in various places continued, the court was exhausted, causing financial collapse. In addition, natural disasters and man-made disasters, Jianlu happened to take the opportunity to go south and gained a big advantage."

Wu Zheng talked about several sentences and basically summarized the reasons for the demise of the Ming Dynasty. He believed that even if there were omissions, it was not the point.

But Mo Zhinian said, "Although there is nothing wrong with what Master said, I think the most important thing is actually just one word."

Wu Zheng raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh?"

"This word is money."

Wu Zheng cursed inwardly, grass!

But since then, what Mo Zheng started to say made Wu Zheng concentrate.

"My Lord is right, the direct cause of our demise is a financial crisis. The court's financial difficulties lead to disasters and famines, and there is no money to provide relief; there is no money to pay military pay. There is no money to provide relief to the victims, and the hungry people cause rebellion; there is no money to pay military pay, which leads to the rebellion of hungry soldiers. The combination of hungry people and hungry soldiers leads to large-scale domestic rebellion. The army lacks combat power, which leads to the country being unable to eliminate foreign invasions or to eliminate internal rebellion. The fiscal crisis leads to military crisis, and the military crisis leads to a greater financial crisis. Such a vicious cycle makes our dynasty eventually destruction. And those only hundreds of thousands of Jianhu are just a tragedy."

Wu Zheng began to concentrate. No matter what the old man’s intention was, Wu Zheng knew that the old man was still somewhat insightful based on these words alone.

"However, the reason is this, but I think there is a deeper reason behind it. Why did the imperial court suffer financial difficulties? Could it be that our dynasty has such a vast territory, nearly 20 million people, and tax revenues are still unable to cope with some unexpected disasters and large-scale wars? You should know that throughout history, many countries that are much smaller than our dynasty have been able to carry out larger-scale military operations for years with ease. It is not necessary to say that the state of Zhao, Qin, and many wars have used hundreds of thousands of troops, and later the states of the Three Kingdoms of the Later Han Dynasty, the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, etc.

Many examples can be given, such as Jianlu, from the Jin Dynasty to the Qing Dynasty, the twenty-year war did not drag them down to this point. On the contrary, our dynasty does not need to mention the number of troops on the list. It is close to the limit to actually mobilizing 100,000 troops to engage in a war, and if more than 200,000, the government's finances can no longer be maintained. Such a large country has 100,000 acres of arable land and a population of nearly 200,000, and the tax revenue is so small that it cannot even recruit 200,000 elite troops to maintain a war for more than one year. Then, such tax revenue can only be said to be extremely pitiful."
Chapter completed!