Zhou Shuren followed the young eunuch, heaving a sigh of relief. These past few days had been particularly taxing as the Ministry of Revenue was a place that wore people out. In just a few short days, he felt as if he had shaved a year off his life.
Inside the main hall, the Emperor leisurely examined the Zhezi, his mood uplifted. Not only had 500,000 taels of silver been accrued as revenue, but in a couple of days, even more would come in. Following the southern floods, the silver allocated for resettling the affected and repairing the dikes was accounted for, and even the previously tedious Zhezi headers seemed intriguing today.
Upon hearing footsteps, the Emperor spoke without lifting his head, "Did you find anything out?"
