Shan Ziye has a very high level in the field of construction. How high is he? It is probably as high as the Huangji Palace on Longshou Plain, because the Huangji Palace was run by the old man.
However, Shan Ziye is also a weirdo. He only likes to create things and has no understanding of the world. After receiving the royal reward, he lived in seclusion in the mountains on the outskirts of Beijing.
As long as he is not dissatisfied, no matter how high your rank is, you will not be able to invite him to come out, even if you use coercion or inducement. I have a golden hammer given by the emperor in my hand, but when I get anxious, I can’t even deal with it even if I use the hammer...
"Second uncle, have you ever heard of Shan Ziye?"
Jia Zheng shook his head and sighed: "Hu Minggong has been out of business for a long time. He doesn't even give face to the clan prince's palace. How could he come to our house?"
"There are regulations everywhere in the palace, and the old man cannot make the decision on his own in many places. My nephew went to the old man's house in person a few days ago and gave him the right to do whatever he wants. Wherever he builds, he will follow his words and do whatever he wants!"
What does an artist need? money? He still has the title of royal worshiper on his body, and he eats royal food!
Coerce and induce them to obey? Hammer God, find out!
Shan Ziye’s biggest dream is to be free and allow him to create great things without any restrictions.
Every time Shan Ziye mentioned a condition, Jia Cong just nodded. Moreover, he also talked casually about Gothic architecture and Baroque architectural styles. Although the old man despised barbarian methods, he was still happy to have academic exchanges with the little fat man.
After waffling for a long time, Jia Cong finally fulfilled his mission and deceived Shan Ziye. In exchange for two kinds of Western architectural sketches, Shan Ziye accepted the job of the Jia family's family garden.
Jia Cong raised three fingers: "Second uncle, at most 300,000 taels, our garden can surpass all the noble families in the capital. Hammer God... uh, Hu Laominggong said it himself!"
Three hundred thousand taels?
Jia Zheng's hand shook and he almost dropped the teacup in his hand. His voice was trembling as he spoke: "Three hundred thousand? God, Zhou Gui's family has already prepared five hundred thousand taels!"
Visiting relatives is not the filial piety mentioned in the imperial edict. No one can tell what the Second Saint has in mind.
But Jia Cong sees one thing very clearly: whichever dance party is the most enjoyable and spends the most money will die miserably when the time comes.
The Zhou family only has one noble person, and he can spend 500,000 taels to build a garden.
Tsk tsk, Wen Tongxuan was almost forced to lie down and wallow in the Qinzheng Hall due to the empty treasury. Why didn't your Zhou family pay back the money they owed to the Ministry of Household Affairs?
When the Lai family was raided, Jia Cong once suggested that Jia Jing take the opportunity to eliminate all the moths that were common in Ning and Rong mansions, but the old patriarch did not accept this suggestion.
Of course, he was not soft-hearted or had any scruples. The soldiers secretly thoroughly investigated the servants in charge of the two mansions, the spies placed by others in the two mansions, and the moths in the house. After discussing with Jia She, Jia Jing planned to boil the frog in warm water and gradually transfer them from important positions.
However, these people will still be allowed to stay in the two houses. After all, the overt spies are much easier to deal with than the secret spies. Maybe these spies can be used in the future to give those people a backhand.
After a good sleep, Jia Cong regained his energy. Before dawn, the gate of Daxia was already crowded with civil and military officials waiting to go to court. ….
"Click, click, click..."
The hot sesame cake is so delicious, the aroma almost made the hungry officials around cry with greed...
"I saw a chubby orange cat from a long distance. When I got closer, it turned out to be Mr. Jia!"
"Senior Fang, do you want to eat?"
"I'm hungry, come on!"
"Click, click, click..."
"To be honest, going to court is really tiring. I have to get up before dawn. No wonder my father would rather be a stable general than an official in the court... click, click, click..."
"Well~ My court was fine. The previous court was more tiring. We had to go to court at the beginning of Mao hour. Grandpa Taizu at least put the morning court at Chen hour. Click, click, click..."
Two hamsters, one big and one small, kept clicking, while the hungry officials waiting to go to court were crying without tears.
At the end of Mao Shi,
Jingyang bell rings.
After three whips were fired, the civil and military officials lined up in four rows and entered the Fengtian Hall...
As usual, the court would always talk about useless things for a while. Jia Cong, who had eaten and drank enough and took a nap against a pillar, soon fell asleep...
Bang!
Boom!
"Old man, I will fight with you today!"
"Vulgar! Is it because I don't allocate food and grass for you? Even the mice are starving to death in the household grain depot. Where do you want me to find food for you?"
"Who knows if it's because the rat ate it or because you, an old man, just got greedy for ink..."
"Yuan Gou, you dare to say that I am greedy for ink... just give me a knife!"
Wow...
"General Yuan, stop..."
"Lord Wen, please calm down and don't dare to swing the knife!"
Um? Is there any excitement?
Jia Cong, who was awakened by a burst of noise, immediately became energetic when he looked into the palace.
Good guy, it turned out to be the God of Wealth who was fighting with someone, and even ran to the Han general, snatched his ceremonial sword with lightning speed, and rushed straight to the bearded man standing in the palace...
"enough!"
Quarreling and fighting are the most common things at court meetings. On weekdays, most monarchs and ministers take this matter as amusement.
But when Wen Tongxuan fought with a knife, everyone in the hall was frightened. Even the emperor Liu Heng, who was sitting on the dragon throne, couldn't help but stand up and shouted angrily: "Wen Tongxuan, Yuan Chenghuan, the emperor Disgraceful, fined half a year's salary!"
"Okay, okay, you are really my good ministers. The country and the court are all using knives to discuss politics. Are you planning to push cannons into the palace next time and have a vigorous showdown?"
Wen Tongxuan only felt aggrieved, burst into tears, and sat directly in the main hall, crying: "I am aggrieved, Your Majesty, since I became an official, I have worked hard and diligently, and have I ever been greedy for a penny?" Yuan Chenghuan's slander of the old minister and his greed for ink is worse than the vicious words of calling the old minister a Japanese!"
"Hmph, who knows whether there is greed for ink or not?"
Yuan Chenghuan snorted coldly and bowed: "Your Majesty, I have no choice. Since the beginning of winter last year, the heavy snow in Liaodong has not stopped. Jinzhou Wei came to ask for help a few years ago. If they don't send food and grass, the soldiers outside Shanhaiguan will be killed." Starved to death!"
"No money, no food!"
As soon as Wen Tongxuan heard about the request for food and grass, he immediately transformed into an old man. He stopped complaining and got up from the ground to complain: "At the beginning of last autumn, the Ministry of Revenue sent enough food for a year to Jinzhou. For this reason Part of the share of the capital camp was sent over. General Yuan, I really want to know, do the soldiers in Jinzhou have an extra mouth than others? They eat so fast!"….
What idea did you, Yuan Chenghuan, have, do you think I don’t know about it?
The private soldiers of Dongping County Prince's Palace also want to take money and food from me to provide support? If you want to defraud me of food and grass, I’m dreaming!
Liu Heng looked at Yuan Chenghuan coldly, despising him in his heart. However, it was not appropriate for Liaodong to make any moves at the moment, so he could only suppress his dissatisfaction.
He thought about it again and again, and finally said: "The Ministry of Revenue, please allocate another three months of grain and grass to Jinzhou!"
Yuan Chenghuan immediately bowed in joy and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Wen Tongxuan immediately turned his head and replied through gritted teeth: "There is no food in the household department!"
His Majesty the Emperor warned in a deep voice: "Wen Tongxuan!"
"Even if your Majesty kills the old minister, the Ministry of Revenue's granary will still be out of food!"
This old guy!
It's like this, the only one in Daxia!
Liu Heng had to say with distress: "The inner treasury allocated five hundred thousand taels of silver, and the Ministry of Revenue used it to buy grain and send it to Jinzhou!"
"Old minister accepts the order!"
Upon hearing that there was money coming out of the inner treasury, Wen Tongxuan proudly bowed to accept the order.
Five hundred thousand taels of silver, then use 250,000 taels to buy some coarse grains and send them to Jinzhou. The remaining silver will be put into the bank, and you can live happily and comfortably for a few days.
At this time, Wen Tongxuan still looked aggrieved as before. He stood up proudly and made a gesture asking for money at Xia Shouzhong, which made the emperor laugh in anger.
"Wen Tong
Xuan, you..."
"Your Majesty, the money owed by the Ministry of Revenue should be paid!"
When it comes to gagging, who is Wen Tongxuan afraid of?
He immediately took out a memorial from his sleeve, opened it and started reading without waiting for the emperor's permission: "In the second year of the founding of the Emperor, the Prince of Xining County borrowed 80,000 taels of silver, and the Prince of Beijing County borrowed 80,000 taels of silver..."
"Wen Tongxuan, shut up!"
This is my subject. All the accounts of Taizu’s early years have been revealed!
"The household department is out of money, and I will collect the debt today!"
"Your Majesty Jia Cong has something to say!"
Um?
Many people in the Metropolitan Procuratorate immediately became excited, and they had already clenched the fluorene plates in their hands!
I saw Jia Cong moving into the palace with his short legs, bowing and saying: "On behalf of Ning and Rong Mansion, I would like to inform Your Majesty today that Ning Rong Mansion and Ning Rong Mansion will first repay the 100,000 taels of silver each owed to the Ministry of Household Affairs, and the remaining silver owed. Repay in three years’ installments!”
ah?
Um?
That's it? The words I've been saying are all coming to my throat. Is that all you can say?
The censors who participated in the first anti-gang and anti-evil movement conference were a little confused. The matter of owing money has nothing to do with me and others, so we should start by complaining!
The censors didn't care about this matter, but the nobles and relatives of Wu Xun were all upset.
It has been so many years since the founding of the country, and no one owes hundreds of thousands of taels. Didn't they all agree to be Lao Lai? What is the Jia family doing? Do you want to cut yourself off from the founding lineage?
"I have sent you a memorial. The government of the town is asking me to return the money owed to the Ministry of Household Affairs..."
"I have sent a petition to Duke Cheng'en to ask for the return of the silver..."
"I'm asking you to return the silver to your uncle's house..."
"The Wei family is asking to return the money owed to the household department!"
…
Following Jia Cong's petition, many officials walked out of the queue and bowed to petition for the return of the money owed to the Ministry of Revenue.
Although most of them were petitions to pay back some of them first, it still made Wen Tongxuan smile so hard that he couldn't close his mouth.
He grabbed the living room master's pen and started writing it down on the paper. He kept mumbling: "One hundred thousand, one hundred thousand, one hundred thousand, another hundred thousand... I'm rich, I'm rich, Ha ha ha ha……"
"Huh……"
Wen Tongxuan rattled the abacus in his mind, and suddenly raised his head in confusion: "Prince Dongping, Prince Xining, and Prince Beijing, why don't you speak?"
The main hall, which had been noisy over the matter of repaying the silver, instantly fell silent, and everyone's eyes turned to the three men in python robes at the forefront of Wu Xun.
Shui Rong was still as handsome as ever, maintaining his "virtuous king" appearance. He smiled at Wen Tongxuan and said, "I don't know about the money at home. I originally planned to ask my mother and concubine first when I go back, and then go to the house." The Ministry is discussing with the Finance Minister about repaying the money."
Wen Tongxuan nodded and said: "Indeed, the Prince of Beijing County is well-known as a wise king and a humble gentleman. He will definitely not fail to pay back the money he owes. I am just confused!"
"The Prime Minister is so impressed!"
Despite the calm appearance on the water-soluble surface, the anger in his heart could hardly be suppressed. He hid the anger in his eyes, bowed his hand to Wen Tongxuan, and retreated into the queue.
Ning Rong's Jia family is willing to pay back the money, but the Shui family still maintains so many private soldiers. If they pay back the money, what will they use to support the soldiers?
?Monthly ticket??Recommended ticket?.
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