"How much grain do we have now?"
Inside the Regional Commander's Mansion, Yang Zhengshan asked Zhu Yuan, Chief Clerk of the Finance and Grain Department.
"Replying to the Marquis, the grain currently in storage already amounts to two million eight hundred thousand shi!" Zhu Yuan said, following behind Yang Zhengshan.
As Yang Zhengshan walked toward the Main Hall, he continued asking, "Then how much silver do we still have now?"
"The silver borrowed from the bank last month was less than three hundred thousand taels!" Zhu Yuan said with some difficulty.
The Regional Commander's Mansion had long been spending more than it took in. Not only that, but the Regional Commander's Mansion had already borrowed as much as six million taels of ready silver from Chongshan Bank.
"Can we continue borrowing from the bank?" Yang Zhengshan frowned.
Zhu Yuan shook his head slightly and said, "This month, we can borrow three hundred thousand at most!"
Yang Zhengshan had long since set a rule: the silver the Regional Commander's Mansion borrowed from the bank could not exceed sixty percent of the bank's deposits.
In other words, the bank's deposits had to reach five hundred thousand before the Regional Commander's Mansion could borrow three hundred thousand from it.
And as time passed, the deposits Chongshan Bank took in grew fewer and fewer. Last month, there had still been nearly one million taels, while this month there might only be less than eight hundred thousand taels. On top of that, some people might withdraw their stored silver, so the amount of silver they could borrow was only around three hundred thousand taels.
"It's still not enough!" Yang Zhengshan shook his head.
Two million eight hundred thousand shi was already not much different from the three million shi he had previously decided on, but