Ming Dynasty: At the beginning of the game, Lao Zhu resigned and retired.

"You fart!"

"Daoyan, what do you, a fake monk, know?"

Zhu Yuanzhang was anxious!

He is really anxious!

Daoyan's words simply trampled all his achievements over the years into the mud.

Look at what you said, you can't survive without being greedy?
Isn't this a slap in his face?
Why can't I survive?

But Daoyan looked at Zhu Yuanzhang calmly and said.

"Your Majesty, a ninth-rank official has a monthly salary of five stones. Is that acceptable?"

"Humph, that's right!"

"Because of the shortage of food, part of the salary is replaced by treasure notes, is that correct?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Daoyan and Zhu Yuanzhang asked and answered each other, and Daoyan answered very happily, and Zhu Yuanzhang didn't think there was anything wrong.

But after hearing this answer, Daoyan looked straight at Zhu Yuanzhang and said.

"Then your Majesty should know that after you use the treasure notes instead and discount them, you can't actually get five stone of grain with your monthly salary!"

"So what? Is five stone of food not enough for his family?"

Zhu Yuanzhang's answer was firm and justified.

Daoyan stopped talking here and turned to look at Zhu Biao.

"Prince, what do you think?"

"Borrowing your method just now, do you think you would be happy if you were a ninth-rank official?"

Zhu Biao glanced at the angry Zhu Yuanzhang, then shook his head with a wry smile.

"Of course I'm not happy about it!"

"My uncle talked to me about this issue before, but I didn't think about it carefully at that time. Now it seems that I was blinded by one thing."

"Not everyone can make and spend money as openly as my uncle."

When Zhu Yuanzhang heard Zhu Biao mention Master Hu, he was startled and turned to look at his fat son as if in response to a stress.

"Biao'er, why is there something wrong with Weiyong again?"

Zhu Biao was speaking at the time when he was almost choked by what his father said.

He glared at his father unhappily.

"Dad, can't you listen to what I'm saying first?"

"How does this matter have anything to do with my uncle?"

"My son just said that my uncle once had the same lament, saying that being an official in the Ming Dynasty doesn't involve much money but a lot of work."

"My son was thinking that since he is a man with both fame and wealth and good business sense, he would naturally resign from his post."

"But those who are still in the government office, they neither have the ability to run a family business like your uncle, nor do they have the confidence of your uncle to have fame and fortune. How do you think they can live without greed?"

Zhu Yuanzhang became more and more annoyed after hearing this and stood up.

"How's that going?"

"I have enough food to eat, what else do I need?"

"what?"

"Do we have to give them gold every month?"

When Zhu Yuanzhang said this, Zhu Biao was speechless.

"Dad, how can you calculate like this?"

"So what I just said was in vain?"

"You think this person is an official, but he works for a month just to barely have enough to eat?"

"I was just thinking about it. Five stone of food this month is not enough if there are more people at home or if there is an emergency."

"Think about it, who would be willing to do this job, risking being beheaded for a job that barely feeds them?" "Especially if there is someone sick at home, it's definitely not enough!"

"So, I believe what Daoyan said just now that officials in the Ming Dynasty must be corrupt!"

"Even those high-ranking and honest officials in your eyes may not have been corrupted because they haven't been pushed to that point yet."

Zhu Yuanzhang sat there silently, staring blankly without saying a word.

It's as if he didn't hear the explanation clearly at all.

He just sat there quietly like a sculpture.

He didn't say anything, and didn't make any movements, just so quiet.

This look really scared Zhu Biao.

He touched Zhu Yuanzhang cautiously.

"Dad, dad!"

"What's wrong with you?"

Zhu Yuanzhang raised his eyes and looked deeply at his fat son, then he sighed deeply.

"Hey, Biao'er, after hearing what you said today, I realized that I actually won't be the emperor at all."

"We've worked so hard for so many years, but when I look back, I realize that I was able to handle small things quite well, but when it comes to big things, everything seems wrong after hearing what you said."

"I was just wondering if I should give up my throne to you sooner!"

"If we don't have the ability, then don't come and harm others!"

When Zhu Yuanzhang said this, Zhu Biao didn't know how to respond.

Is he going to say, "Yes, yes, yes, you should abdicate immediately"?
Isn't that just seeking death?

The key point is that Zhu Biao was not the kind of person who would do anything to get the throne and power.

Or maybe it was because from childhood until now, the future throne seemed to be welded to him and he never had to worry about it.

So he really never worried about it.

Now, when he suddenly heard Zhu Yuanzhang's frustrated and decadent words, he was not thinking about the throne, but was worried that if his father continued like this, he would be ruined.

He knew very well that sometimes people rely on their energy to support themselves.

My father has been stubborn all his life. Although he doesn't say it much, he is actually very proud of the fact that he could rise from a beggar to the supreme ruler.

But now?

But his words had caused his "heart to be broken"?
What the hell is this?

Zhu Biao was really speechless at this moment.

"Dad, what are you thinking about?"

"Do you know why I said when I came here today that we should put aside our previous feelings and only consider the situation from the perspective of the emperor?"

"I just hope you won't always think from an ordinary person's perspective!"

"You are no longer the beggar who almost starved to death. Your every word and action will bring all kinds of changes to our huge empire and millions of people!"

"That's why we can't consider issues based on our likes and dislikes."

"Dad, the big things you did were actually done with good intentions. You had good intentions, but you just didn't think of yourself as an emperor."

"It's okay. My son is here with me. Let's discuss it together."

"This is not only for the people of our Ming Dynasty, but also for your reputation, right?"

Zhu Yuanzhang didn't know whether he was really moved by Zhu Biao's words or he had figured it out himself. He glared at his fat son in annoyance, and then said in a bad mood.

"I'm not stupid, there's no need to fool me like this."

"Reputation? When have we ever cared about that?"

"But we can't just sit there and watch ourselves make a big mistake."

"Well, Biao'er, what else do you want to discuss with us? Let's continue!" (End of this chapter)