Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

"This is the head of the Ye family, right? I wonder how you care about the people's livelihood in the North?"

She singled out the head of the Ye family, the man who wanted to jump up and down in front of her and Qian Jiyun. It just so happened that the emperor had found out that the head of the Ye family had a close connection with the Supreme Emperor.

"I……"

The entrepreneur advocated opening his mouth, but he couldn't tell the pain.

"When I return to Prince An, I am preparing to donate money to the Ministry of Household Affairs to provide some support to the North."

What can he do? Under the watchful eyes of all the family heads, even if he has to spit out a mouthful of old blood, he has to express his position. Otherwise, it is not certain whether their family will still exist in the future.

After all, even the Supreme Emperor seems to have ceased to exist now. Do they still dare?

"Yeah?"

An Jiuyue looked at him, but nothing could be seen in her eyes.

"Master Ye is very considerate. On behalf of the people of the North, I would like to thank Master Ye for his generous move," she said.

"Hehe, hehe, Prince An is so polite. These are all things that I have done equally, so I don't deserve a word of thanks." The owner of the family laughed like a fool when he heard An Jiuyue's words.

"Um."

An Jiuyue nodded.

"I don't know how much the business owner will donate?" she asked.

The business owner really hasn't thought about this yet, but he won't donate too much if he thinks about it, just give it a try.

This is what he was thinking, after all, it was donated to the Ministry of Household Affairs, and it did not go through the hands of the two princes in front of him. When the time comes, everyone will donate similar amounts of money, and the two princes cannot just cause trouble for them.

Moreover, the law does not punish everyone, right?

"Villain..."

"Steward, how much did the palace donate to the Northland matter?" Just as the business owner was saying something perfunctory, Qian Jiyun raised his eyes, looked at the steward beside him, and asked.

"Master, after the incident in the North reached Kyoto, Prince Zhan's Mansion donated 200,000 taels of silver." The steward replied respectfully.

This is true. Prince Zhan's Mansion really donated money directly to the Ministry of Household Affairs. In recent years, in addition to daily expenses, the Prince's Mansion also donated part of the money to the national treasury.

This is what Prince Zhan meant.

"Only two hundred thousand taels?"

When An Jiuyue heard this, she suddenly felt disgusted.

"Jiyun, is Prince Zhan's Mansion very poor?" she asked.

"Um?"

Qian Jiyun's eyes became sharp and he looked at the steward.

When the steward was caught by his prince's gaze, the skin on his back tightened and he hurriedly explained.

"Master, mistress, that's not the case. The two hundred thousand taels were just donated to the people of the North. Every year before, no matter if there was any major event in the country, the palace would send more than one million taels of silver to the palace to fill the gap. It goes into the national treasury and it has never changed.”

"That's pretty much it."

When An Jiuyue heard this, she nodded and had no objection.

"I am going to hand over the more than two million taels this time to the emperor, as well as the grain that was previously placed in the North. It is enough to feed the people of the North for a year, so it should be about the same.

If it's not enough, the emperor will have to find a way to raise it. I don't know how much he can raise? "

As she said that, she glanced at the heads of the aristocratic families with a vague gaze, and it was obvious that if they didn't show a little sincerity, things would not be so easy.

"Well, the emperor will take care of other things, so you don't have to worry about that." Qian Jiyun handed the cake in front of her and said.