Wanli said with confidence: "First of all, this ordinary person will never give out a tael of silver to vote, and they can't give it; secondly, this is to prevent someone from secretly messing with public opinion. I live in the palace, but I have to be careful; in the end, if I really want to give out a tael of silver to vote, it will probably represent his true thoughts."

Yang Mingshen felt it was quite reasonable. Those who could take out a tael of silver at will must be the elite, which is reasonable.

And he was not easy to object. As Wanli said, he lived in the palace and learned everything he knew from the ministers. It was indeed unfair to object to this.

Song Jingsheng suddenly asked, "Your Majesty, what should I do with the money I got after this result is released?"

As the Minister of Revenue, he often deals with Wanli, and also knows Wanli's personality very well and tries his best to make money.

Wanli asked back: "These silver represents the hearts of the people. Does the Qing family hope to win the hearts of the people?"

"I don't dare."

Just these words scared Song Jingsheng's face turned blue.

Those who win the hearts of the people will win the world. If you are a minister, what do you want to do?

Of course, the people's hearts belong to the emperor, and no one can touch them.

The ministers suddenly realized that after a long time of doing it, you were going to make money again.

this!

The ministers were drunk, tired, and cried.
Chapter completed!