More than five million taels of silver!

This is a big number!

If it's a little, he really doesn't care, and the emperor has already prepared for some losses for this matter, but if all five million liang of water tickets are issued, the emperor will really kill people. 1

Think of this.

Hou Junji waved his hand and said, "why on earth is this matter?"

"Yes!"

"Three days ago, I was ordered to unite with those rich businessmen and households in Luozhou to make things clear, but I'll thank you for leaving.

After Wei Yujie left, Hou Junji faintly shouted, "housekeeper!"

"Master!"

"You immediately take out all the silver that can be taken out of the house, and then let Hou Jie personally deliver all the silver to every common people!"

"Master, this..."

The housekeeper was stunned.

The government has less than 10000 liang of cash, and it is obviously a bottomless hole. How can we fill the stomachs of the people in Luozhou?

"You do it!"

"Yes..."

Hou Junji didn't return the account books to Wei Yujie because he saw a great benefit in it!

Since the emperor is so anxious to do this, and it doesn't matter that one or two silver coins a month only have a few Wen profit, but if this goes on, won't all the silver in the next day go into the emperor's pocket?

If a person contributes a penny, how much is it for hundreds of thousands of people in Luozhou?

This does not include the loans of which merchants. If you count the hundreds of thousands and tens of millions of silver money, then

Hou Junji is not a fool.

At this time, although he could only vaguely see a little shadow, he was a smart man and an ambitious. From the emperor's every move, he saw one thing.

That is, the emperor's butcher's knife has been raised high!

How dare these idiots exploit loopholes?

Interesting!

Hou Junji sneered twice, turned his back and looked at a word on the bookcase.

This picture is vigorous and powerful.

The content of the word is the poem written by Zhang Feng on the wall that day

"Zhang Feng, who are you?"