After hearing this, Yinzhen felt enlightened.
Although the young lady pointed out some areas that needed to be changed, the overall plan was perfectly fine.
Although Yinzhen dreamed of the future hundreds of years in the future, he only saw some major policies and observed the development of society from the air. He did not personally experience and learn all the social skills, which is normal. Therefore, his way of thinking about problems will still follow his original thinking.
Tong Cheng'er was a little embarrassed by the praise, and then suddenly thought of a question: "The Ministry of Revenue only has 16 million taels of silver in its accounts. Isn't that a bit too little? It seems like Father Emperor is a bit poor."
Yinzhen gave her over two million taels of silver for nothing. He couldn't possibly give her all his wealth; he must have many more properties, the value of which certainly exceeded the amount he gave her.
Based on this calculation, Yinzhen's current assets are not much different from the actual surplus of silver in the national treasury. While Tong Cheng'er marvels at his wealth, she also wonders if the Qing Dynasty is too poor.
When Yinzhen heard this, although he also felt that the Ministry of Revenue was too poor, he knew that if he said it so bluntly, his father would cry his eyes out.
Yinzhen slowly said, "It's not that we're poor. The national treasury collects taxes every year, and the amount is considerable. In addition to real gold and silver, there is also a lot of grain collected from various places."
To put it bluntly, the silver in the national treasury is for disaster relief or war. There are certain regulations on grain storage in all aspects, and it is necessary to store grain in preparation for unforeseen circumstances.
They don't seem to be poor.
After all, grain is the most valuable commodity these days.
Tong Cheng'er nodded: "That's true, but maybe it's because you're too rich that I feel Father Emperor is too poor."
Upon hearing this, Yinzhen couldn't help but laugh; indeed, he was far too wealthy.
I dreamt about the life of Emperor Yongzheng. I dreamt about it for several days, so I know quite a lot about it. I am very clear about the direction of the Qing Dynasty in the next few decades. With so much foresight, it would be a joke if I still couldn't make money!
Upon hearing her words, Yinzhen suddenly realized: "You looked at the account books today?"
Tong Cheng'er nodded: "Yes, I didn't expect you to be good at business."
"Cheng'er, you flatter me. I am no match for your great talent."
Tong Cheng'er was still sitting in his lap, hugging his neck and laughing out loud.
As a science student, Tong Cheng'er glanced at the numbers again and couldn't help but want to turn them into a statistical chart. With that thought in mind, she did just that.
Do you have whole sheets of Xuan paper?
Although it was her study, it was almost entirely used by Yinzhen. She didn't even know where the Xuan paper was.
Yinzhen reached behind him and took out several sheets of Xuan paper, asking her, "What do you need Xuan paper for?"
Tong Cheng'er smiled and said, "You'll find out soon enough, I won't tell you for now."
After saying that, she converted the complicated amounts into Arabic numerals and then began to draw line graphs, bar graphs, and pie charts.
After finishing the drawing, she compiled statistics on the reasons for the year-on-year increase and finally made a summary and prediction outside.
Based on the current amount of silver borrowed by officials from the Ministry of Revenue, within a certain number of years, the Ministry of Revenue will find itself with silver in its books but no silver in the national treasury.
Tong Cheng'er was writing so intently that she didn't notice that Yinzhen's gaze towards her was gradually becoming strange.
He could only see what happened in his dream, so he knew that there would be Arabic numerals in the future. Because the fall of the Qing Dynasty in his dream was too humiliating and tragic, he didn't even pay special attention to these things, but he still had some impression of them.
He dreamt of the future, so he knows Arabic numerals, but how did the young lady know them? And these strange symbols, he also saw in the future.
Tong Cheng'er breathed a sigh of relief after finishing her drawing. It had been a long time since she had used a brush. The brush felt soft and limp. Although she was used to using it to write, she still felt that drawing was not as comfortable as using a pencil or ballpoint pen.
Yinzhen concealed the unease in his eyes.
Then he pointed to the Arabic numerals and asked her, "What are these?"
Tong Cheng'er never imagined that the person in front of her was a little unusual, that he could dream, and that he had an extraordinary life.
She thought for a moment and said, "These are Arabic numerals, invented by the ancient Indians and then passed down by the Arabs. I happened to have read some books on this subject and found that these numerals are simpler to use, so I've been using them all this time."
Yinzhen nodded upon hearing this, as it sounded reasonable. However, as far as he knew, his little princess was someone who particularly disliked reading.
He estimated that, apart from storybooks, everything the young lady had read in her house was likely also read by her father and brothers.
Yinzhen then asked, "And what is the meaning of these drawings?"
Tong Cheng'er explained the uses of statistical charts one by one.
After hearing this, Yinzhen felt from the bottom of his heart that this was something that did not belong to this era.
Although his vision of the future in his dream was superficial, he was certain that this statistical chart was something she shouldn't know, unless she had also dreamt about it in more detail than he had.
Yinzhen even wondered if it was because his young wife, like him, could dream of the future that he could only touch her.
It's no wonder he thinks that way.
The current situation was truly shocking to him.
While shocked, Yinzhen also felt a secret joy. After all, he couldn't tell outsiders about the dream, and only he could see such a bloody scene.
The centuries of history weighed heavily on his heart, making him feel burdened and hoping that someone could share the burden with him.
Even if this responsibility doesn't involve doing anything practical, just being able to hear him talk about these absurd futures that outsiders find ridiculous would be a great relief to him.
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