When everyone saw the man clearly, they suddenly realized.
Even the person who spoke had a childish look on his face and looked no older than about 25 years old. He shrank with fear when everyone looked at him.
Everyone knew his identity just by looking at the man's official robe and the queue he was standing in.
He should be a recent ambassador to the imperial court.
Judging from his age, I am afraid that the first two Jinshi papers have finished their work and have been assigned to work.
No wonder there is such a naive idea.
Zhao Jun only glanced at him and then withdrew his gaze, as did everyone else. He was just a new envoy. Arguing with him would be a waste of time.
Not worth it!
If their envoy Zhongcheng said these words, they would definitely take the opportunity to question him. This little envoy is not qualified enough.
The new imperial envoy who said something stupid was dumbfounded when he saw that no one paid attention to him after everyone glanced at him. He thought for a moment and was about to continue speaking, but when he raised his hand, he saw his boss, imperial censor Zhongcheng, glaring at him. I shut up, not knowing what I had done wrong.
The question returned to the officials again. How could anyone think of anything? If they had, they would have raised it long ago. Naturally, no one can answer it now.
Zhao Jun sneered in his heart when he saw this scene. This is what the officials of the Song Dynasty are like today. When they are talking, one is better than the other, but when they really want to come up with ideas and do things, they have no ideas.
But when I was greedy for ink, it was really a matter of competing with all kinds of crooked ideas.
This is really interesting!
After waiting for a long time, seeing that they were still silent, Zhao Jun spoke again:
"Why, don't you guys have a solution? No way? You are all the top people in the Song Dynasty. How can you not have a solution?"
The ministers looked at each other with guilty expressions, but only they themselves knew whether they actually felt guilty or not.
Seeing that no one spoke, Zhao Jun stopped pretending and said directly:
"Well, since there is no food in the official warehouse to help the victims, we can't let the victims go hungry, right?
Normally, the common people pay taxes to support the princes and provide them with food, drink and entertainment. Now that the people are in trouble, the princes also contribute.
Today we will collect money in the court. How about you all donate generously and dedicate your love to the people? "
Zhao Jun's words immediately caused an uproar!
Someone immediately stood up and objected:
"Your Majesty, I don't have any food left in my family. During these days when the Xiongnu besieged the city, my family has also run out of food. If the siege hadn't been resolved quickly, I and my family would have gone digging for wild vegetables!"
"Yes, Your Majesty, although we have a generous salary, it is not easy to live in Bianjing. The monthly rent alone has already made me miserable. How can I get food?"
"Your Majesty! Think again!"
"Your Majesty! Please think twice!"
The crowd's objections were louder than the others, which was in sharp contrast to the silence just now.
However, there are people in this world who are greedy and disgusting, but there are also people who are still moving forward with ideals and faith.
When everyone objected, Cui Wen, the Minister of Household Affairs, stood up.
The old voice sounded. Although it was not loud, it was so unique and outstanding amidst all the opposition!
"Your Majesty, I don't have much food in my house. I still have two hundred kilograms. The people outside the city need this food more than me. I am too old and my wife can't eat this. I am willing to donate 180 kilograms of grain to the people. !
Just leaving 20 kilograms for our couple to last until next month is enough. "
As soon as these words came out, not only Zhao Jun was stunned, but even the officials who had been objecting were stunned when they looked at the Minister of the Ministry of Finance who was usually stingy to the extreme.
Looking at Cui Wen, Zhao Jun had mixed feelings in his heart. Others thought that the Secretary of the Ministry of Revenue was a good profession. He was in charge of the national taxation, and the imperial finance should be the most fattening department.
But that was the case for corrupt officials. Regarding Cui Wen, the old minister, Zhao Jun was emotional. He asked the secret guards to investigate. Cui Wen, who was in charge of the household department of the sixth department of the court, actually lived in the capital. The cheapest remote courtyard, the rent is one tael a month.
It's cheap, but the inconvenience is inevitable. The reason why it's cheap is that it's in a remote location, which also leads to Cui Wen having to walk half an hour earlier than others every time he comes to court.
Come to think of it, it's sixty or seventy years old, and he is still the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue. He actually comes here on foot every day and has never touched a penny from the Ministry of Revenue to spend on himself.
How could such a person make Zhao Jun not feel emotional?
Everyone obviously knew Cui Shangshu's family background, so they were dumbfounded when they heard that he actually donated more than half of his food reserves at one time.
In such comparison, they just looked like a group of clowns!
Originally, Zhao Jun wanted to show them the information about their food reserves that the secret guards had collected these days and before, and slap them in the face.
But when he thought of his own words that made Lao Shangshu prefer to starve himself and donate food to the people, Zhao Jun suddenly felt that everything was boring.
With a wave of his hand, Zhao Jun asked Wang Huai'en to send this piece of information down to each corresponding person.
While they were watching, he said calmly: "You don't have to pretend to me, I know exactly what level you are!
Do you really think I sent this food?
I'm not bad! I just want to see what the princes of the Song Dynasty are like!
And the result makes me very disappointed, because you have made me embarrassed in front of the people of the world!
Are all the officials in the Song Dynasty just like you? ! "
Hearing these words, the officials who had shouted louder than the previous ones all shut up.
Looking at the records of food and money stored in my home in my hand, I felt a cold sweat running down my spine!
His family background was actually thoroughly investigated!
Seeing their expressions, Zhao Jun snorted coldly, and then said: "I have arranged for people to transport food to Bianjing in advance, and a steady stream of food will enter Bianjing from tomorrow on.
But for those victims, the government can only provide them with the minimum survival requirements, which is to not die of hunger.
The main method of disaster relief for the imperial court was to provide relief through work. Didn't the invasion of the Huns destroy many places?
In this case, let these people repair these places, and the court will give different grains as salary to the people involved in the work according to different types of work, so that all people can be self-reliant as much as possible.
Only in this way can the problem of millions of refugees be solved. "
After Zhao Jun finished speaking his thoughts, he glanced at the ministers coldly, and then said: "Zhang He!"
"I'm here!"
Zhang He hurriedly stood up. Zhao Jun looked at his instructions and said: "You will be responsible for the overall arrangements for this disaster relief and work-for-work relief. Bring all the officials who just received my documents to help. None of them can fall!"
It was not surprising that the new emperor asked him to coordinate the arrangements for disaster relief and other affairs, but when he heard that he was asked to arrange those officials with obvious problems to come in for disaster relief, he immediately didn't understand.
Isn’t this putting mice in the granary?
My lord, what are you doing?
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(End of chapter)
