"Ahem, Mr. Zhao, it is recorded in the account book that he still owes Dali Temple two months' salary, a total of one thousand guan." Miss Xue family came over and reminded Zhao Chen in a low voice.

"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 Dali Temple a salary?

Isn’t this nonsense?

Now that the Ministry of Household Affairs doesn't have a single coin, how can he pay these officials salaries?

You can’t use Zhao Chen’s own money?

He is the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, not a boy who spreads his wealth!

"The rest of the ministries all owe one month's salary, which amounts to about ten thousand yuan." Miss Xue's family said.

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

This is not good, he is blocked in the door by wearing a jacket.

"Ten thousand strings?"

"Dai Shaoqing, the last 500,000 yuan in the Treasury of the Ministry of Revenue has been taken to Hedong by the Ministry of Works."

"How about you wait a little longer?" Zhao Chen and Dai Zhou said.

Anyone who wears a hat is going to be stupid.

Make them wait?

Isn't this nonsense?

There are hundreds of officials in Dali Temple, and each of them only has less than five guan of silver per month on average.

Many people live on these five ounces of silver.

You’ve been waiting for two months, are you still waiting?
Chapter completed!