The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law in the family are not getting along, so they want to live separately and borrow 10,000 taels of silver to buy another house.

...

There are countless examples like this.

Yinzhen himself was a businessman, so he was well aware of the current prices. Unless one was a prince or nobleman, the maximum cost for an ordinary family to marry a wife was two or three thousand taels of silver.

Furthermore, while housing prices in Beijing are high, a house costing a few thousand taels of silver can still comfortably house a family without feeling cramped.

This isn't poverty! It's clearly because their father, the Emperor, isn't pressing them to pay back the debts that these people have become so brazen.

They've become addicted to sucking the blood out of the national treasury.

In the afternoon, Yinzhen learned the true amount of silver in the national treasury: eight million taels of silver, half less than what was recorded in the books.

In his dream, Emperor Yongzheng realized the seriousness of the Ministry of Revenue's lending problem. At that time, the national treasury had less than one million taels of silver left.

The current situation is already considered relatively good.

Looking at these things, even though I knew about them beforehand and was mentally prepared, I still couldn't help but get angry.

Yinzhen was busy all the time, until Su Peisheng came over to remind him: "Your Majesty, it's already 5 PM."

It's time to go home.

Yinzhen put down the file and rubbed his forehead: "It's already so late."

After saying that, he packed up some files and had someone take them with him. He would continue to review them that night. He needed to digest all the information from the Ministry of Revenue and then write a memorial to the throne.

He had to make his father, the Emperor, understand that while he was showing favor, he couldn't overextend people, otherwise the national treasury wouldn't have enough money to fill the void.

Yinzhen sat in the carriage, deep in thought. On the way back, he couldn't help but think about the dream he had last night. He had been too busy to remember it, but now that he had calmed down, those images were still vivid in his mind. They were so clear that Yinzhen could not ignore them.

Now he not only has to think about borrowing money, but also has to make a choice.

Should we get involved in the succession struggle?