In the tenth year of Hongwu, the national treasury was empty and everything was in ruins.
Time travel to the eight-year-old ninth prince Zhu Wuhuang. Looking at his stingy father Zhu Yuanzhang who worries about money all day long, he decides to make some quick money for Ming Dynasty.
As a result, the first "Royal Security Financial Group" in Ming Dynasty was opened for business!
"Father, Bei Yuan is making noise at the border again?" Zhu Wuyang wore sunglasses and spit out a bubble gum.
"You traitor! That's violating our border!" Lao Zhu gritted his teeth.
"Understood. Uncle Xu Da, take the guy with you and let's collect a wave of Beiyuan tolls!" Zhu Wuyang waved his hand.
Looking at Prince Zhu Biao and King Yan Zhu Di who were following behind him, carrying steel pipes and account books, Lao Zhu was completely numb with anger!
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From then on, Ming Dynasty's painting style completely went astray.
Li Shanchang cried bitterly: "Your Majesty! His Majesty the Ninth Prince led people to demolish the old minister's house to pay usury!"
Beiyuan Khan collapsed: "Stop fighting! Can't we pay the protection fee for these ten years?"
The civil and military forces of the entire dynasty were trembling, and the surrounding enemy countries were all ready to be harvested.
Until one day, looking at the mountains of silver that were ten times more than the Ming Dynasty's treasury, Zhu Yuanzhang, who originally wanted to beat his son every day, swallowed his saliva and smiled flatteringly:
"Good son, we heard that the country next door, Korea, still owes our family a security fee that has not been paid off?"
