The amount of silver needed for this must be at least a million taels to start with.
And the money can only come from the Ministry of Revenue.
The Ministry of Revenue definitely isn't eager to cough up that much cash all at once.
So, naturally, an argument breaks out.
"Now it's finally getting lively!"
Just a short while ago everyone was still being all proper, but it suddenly flipped like this.
Staring at the sudden chaos, which now totally looks like a fish market, Ye Liuyun couldn't help but sigh.
I used to think civil officials and military officers would have different ways of hurling insults, but turns out—unexpectedly—their 'creativity' is all about cursing each other's families.
"Fuck your ancestors! The enemy's about to attack, why can't we be suspicious?!"
"Who's coming to attack? Who exactly? Did you see it with your own eyes?"
"I'll watch your mother!"
