"Reconsider what?"
The Qing Emperor raised his somewhat heavy eyelids. Recently, the signs of a snowstorm in the south were gradually appearing. The memorials from each road and province were more in number than the snowflakes floating down. If they weren't stretching out their hands to the court for silver, then they wanted soldiers or repeatedly cried out their hardship and wanted reduced taxes and levies for the coming year.
If they wanted reductions, then they could have it. That person was right, if one depended on the earth for silver, one could dig a meter into the ground and barely scrape up any silver shavings. For things like silver, it was better to depend on selling things. An Zhi had earned so much silver for the court in Jiangnan, naturally, the court was not anxious for the grain money from each region.
Even Xue Qing in Hangzhou had sent an urgent message. Was the snow so heavy this year even in Jiangnan?
