One day.
Jia Manor.
Wang Ziteng arrived.
After exchanging pleasantries and paying his respects to the Old Ancestor, Jia Baoyu personally received him in the study.
Wang Ziteng, who had risen through the ranks all the way to Grand Secretary, was the true shield of the Four Great Families. Jia Yuanchun, the imperial concubine, was not.
Zhao Han understood this very well.
"Good nephew, the North Side is unsettled, and troops must be deployed again. But the court lacks silver," Wang Ziteng said as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Uncle, does the court require contributions?" Zhao Han asked directly.
"Precisely. Every previous campaign required the salt merchants to contribute something. This time, the fighting is in the North Side and has little to do with the salt merchants, so their contributions have been meager," Wang Ziteng said with a shake of his head.
"How many tens of thousands of taels must distinguished families like ours contribute?" Zhao Han asked again.
"Tens of thousands? It seems the rumors outside were true." Wang Ziteng smiled. "Since my worthy nephew took charge of the household, your Jia Family coffers have become full again."
"It is passable. We are only barely keeping things going," Zhao Han said modestly.
With Jia Rong and Jia Lian conducting overseas trade, silver was no longer a problem for her.
She could not produce more than a million at once, but taking out one hundred thousand taels for temporary use was no issue.
"Ten thousand taels will be enough. Even the Empress's father, the imperial father-in-law, only donated thirty thousand taels." Wang Ziteng gave him a figure.
Zhao Han shook her head inwardly.
In the past, Eunuch Xia had demanded one thousand or fifteen hundred taels from the Jia Family every time he came, and he had come