Since ancient times, the role of large court meetings has often been inferior to that of small court meetings. The procedures are basically established conventions, and there are many people who take advantage of the situation in Fengtian Palace.
Even the auxiliary academicians in the cabinet often rest their heads with their hands folded and their eyes closed. Only Daxia's stingy God of Wealth, Minister of Household Affairs Wen Tongxuan, had to fight with others at every court meeting.
"I said, no money! No money! No money!"
Wen Tongxuan was surrounded by a group of people asking for money, and was forced to use the magic weapon to win again...
thump!
I saw the God of Wealth sitting down in the main hall and howling: "Your Majesty, the Ministry of Household Affairs really has no money. It cost 800,000 yuan to treat the river, Jiubian sent 2 million, and finally the salt class sent 300,000 yuan." Millions, and there is another drought. The autumn tax has not yet arrived in Beijing, and even the rats in the Treasury and grain depots of the Ministry of Revenue are starving to death."
After feeling aggrieved for a long time, Wen Tongxuan suddenly looked at the emperor on the throne with resentment and muttered: "If I remember correctly, at the end of June, Jiangnan sent more than 10 million taels of silver..."
Um?
Liu Heng's slightly narrowed eyes opened instantly and he gritted his teeth. This old Pixiu, howling together for a long time, was trying to trick Nei Ku!
"God of Wealth, I discovered something very interesting. As long as I save some money, a mouse will starve to death in the Treasury and Grain Depot of the Ministry of Finance. Don't you think it's interesting?"
Wen Tongxuan put his hands together and smiled.
"Six million, I only want six million."
Liu Heng almost yelled, the old man was bullying someone too much...
"There are only three million, do you want it?"
"Five million, five million less. The Minister of the Ministry of Revenue will abdicate in favor of a worthy person!"
"Qing Wen, this money is of use to me."
Liu Heng resisted the urge to hack this old guy to death, gritted his teeth and said, "It's just four million, is it too much?"
"I obey the decree."
Wen Tongxuan immediately became energetic. After getting up from the ground, he stretched out his hand towards Xia Shouzhong beside him. The veins on Xia Shouzhong's forehead began to pulsate.
It’s done, the expected three million is now one million more. The Ministry of Revenue can live comfortably for a while again. Let’s reward ourselves with a chicken drumstick for lunch today!
It's a pity that Wen Tongxuan couldn't even hold on to his good mood for a few breaths. As soon as he heard that the Ministry of Revenue had money, he was immediately surrounded by a group of people. Another wave of begging for money started in the main hall.
The Fengtian Palace was in a mess. After Xu Jin closed his eyes and rested his mind and went through the usual procedures, he suddenly walked out of the team of the Metropolitan Procuratorate.
"Xu Jin, the imperial censor of the right-hand government of the Imperial Procuratorate, impeached officials at all levels from the Ministry of Husbandry, the Ministry of Punishment, the Ministry of Industry, Zongzheng Temple, Dali Temple, and Shuntian Prefecture. Their lax governance and negligence led to a severe drought this summer. Tens of millions of people in the five provinces have been displaced and starved to death..."
Snoring snoring...
On a hot summer day, when the sun rises, the remaining coolness disappears. Jia Cong, who had not yet woken up, leaned against the cool pillar, blowing bubbles and fell asleep.
Suddenly he felt someone poking his face. When he opened his eyes in a daze, he realized that it was his eldest nephew Jia Rong.
"Uncle Cong, Mr. Qingteng got into a fight with someone!"
Um?
Jia Cong wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and turned around to see his teacher Xu Jin standing alone with several old men in purple official robes, talking eloquently.
"The lower official treats the matter rather than the person. In July, the lower official was ordered to inspect the 19 counties under the jurisdiction of Shuntian Prefecture. All the counties and counties were filled with refugees..."
"Da Zongzheng, you are right when you say that disaster relief is not Zongzheng Temple's business. But the clan's land has been enclosed in the river, making it impossible for the local area to manage water conservancy. Do you think it is Zongzheng Temple's responsibility?"
"Finance Minister, I have checked the disaster relief money and food sent to Shuntian Prefecture by the Ministry of Finance. Every time someone from the Ministry of Finance passes through the hands, there will be thousands or tens of thousands of taels of silver. When it reaches the county, it is already a blessing to have half of it. Fortunately. I would like to ask the Minister of Finance, if rats starve to death in the bank and granary warehouses of the Ministry of Revenue, are they also fattening rats?"
"Sir Wang, how can disaster relief have nothing to do with the Ministry of Works? In the second year of Yuanyou, the court spent a huge amount of money to renovate the water conservancy of Shuntian Mansion. However, after the official inspected the entire Shuntian Mansion, the rivers and canals were silted up and eight of the ten waterwheels were unusable. May I ask, Mr. Wang, are the manufacturing skills of the master craftsman from the Ministry of Industry inferior to those of the carpenters in the village?"
"Mr. Cai, Mr. Tang, Mr. Lu, the common people had no way to redress their grievances, so they all went to the imperial envoy's office to complain. There was no news from the Ministry of Punishment, Dali Temple and Shuntian Mansion Yamen. Are you too busy to see and hear the people's complaints? Suffering?"
…
Xu Jin's words were conclusive, and the memorial in his hand recorded extremely detailed data. Several elders were refuted and were speechless.
"Alas! Natural disasters are unavoidable, but originally Shuntian Prefecture was fully capable of reducing the impact of severe drought on the people. If nothing else, although Shuntian Prefecture is not as dense as Jiangnan's river network, with the water conservancy project renovated in the second year of Yuanyou, how could Tanaka be left alone? No harvest?"
Xu Jin held up the thick memorial with both hands and bowed down: "Your Majesty, in this memorial, I record in detail the use of rivers and ditches in the 19 counties under Shuntian Prefecture. Nearly 70% of the water conservancy equipment is for private use, and many are for private use. It is occupied by noble clans and wealthy families. The mountains, rivers and rivers are also occupied by the wealthy families. I don’t know whether the saying that the whole world is the land of the royal family is right or wrong!”
The silence in the main hall was terrifying. The relatives and nobles all shrank their necks and began to recall whether their Zhuangzi in Gyeonggi Province had ever done these things...
Xia Shouzhong delivered the memorial submitted by Xu Jin to the emperor. Every time the emperor turned a page, he would look at a certain minister in the palace.
"It's over, Your Majesty, look at me. Could it be that the prodigal women at home really let people do these things?"
"God, what have you done, Madam? Why does Your Majesty want to look at me?"
"Huh? I...I...I didn't buy a Zhuangzi in Shuntian Mansion. What do you think your Majesty wants me to do?"
Snapped!
Liu Heng suddenly folded the half-read memorial and glanced coldly at the civil and military officials in the hall.
"Xu Qing, I will give you the Emperor's Sword to take charge of this disaster relief. Since you have discovered the problem of Shuntian Mansion, you will deal with it. If you are below the third rank, you can kill first and then report. The departments are not allowed to interfere and must actively cooperate... …”
"Father, I would like to assist Mr. Qingteng in relieving the victims."
Liu Hong suddenly walked out of the line of clan members, surprising everyone. Is Young Eagle's political career about to begin?
Jia Cong, who had seen so much excitement, finally knew that it was time for him to take the stage, so he walked out of the whispering team and bowed down: "Jia Cong, please request me, and I would like to accompany Master Xu to rescue the victims and catch rats!"
"According to your request, Liu Hong, the fourth son of the emperor, will be the deputy imperial envoy. Yulin Lang will lead Jia Cong, three hundred Yulin Lang, to protect the imperial envoy when he inspects the place!"
The emperor waved his sleeves and left without waiting for the courtiers in the palace to react. Xia Shouzhong quickly shook off the dust in his hands and shouted: "Retreat from the court!"
…
"Dad, how much money does our family still owe the Ministry of Household Affairs?"
Jia Cong lay on the table and looked at the open account books. Such tedious records made him dizzy.
After spending a lot of thought, I finally sorted out the above figures, and found that there was less than 50,000 taels of cash left in the Rongguo Mansion's account. This also included the 30,000 taels of silver in the treasury, which could not be easily touched.
Mr. Sheda, who was lying on the rocking chair and humming a tune, said leisurely without even raising his eyelids: "Our family has 150,000 yuan, and Dongfu has 80,000 yuan."
"so much?"
Jia Cong scratched his head and started calculating the annual income and expenses.
In the past few years, there have been floods and droughts. The income of Zhuangzi can be said to be terrible, and the government often needs to allocate money to support it.
The income from the shop is pretty good, and the business line jointly operated with the Xue family has improved since last year, and it can deliver about more than 10,000 taels of silver every three months.
Excluding the cost, I can earn about 30,000 taels of silver in a year. But if we want to repay the debt owed to the Ministry of Accounts, there is still a huge gap.
The Rongguo family has a big business and a big expenditure.
The treasury seems to be filled with gold, silver and jade articles, but most of them are gifts from the emperor and cannot be exchanged for silver flowers.
Jia Cong couldn't help but have a headache and said: "Dad, our family has no money!"
"Don't be anxious, don't be anxious. The pearl cultivation thing you mentioned last time has already taken shape. Brother Yun has found a suitable place in Guangdong. By then, not to mention tens of thousands of taels of silver, even hundreds of thousands of taels will not be a problem. .”
Master Pardon suddenly gave Jia Cong good news. It turned out that Jia Cong had whispered about the method of pearl cultivation last year.
"Wenchang Miscellaneous Notes" contains: "There is a method of cultivating pearls. Take a slightly larger clam, soak it in clean water, wait for it to open, and quickly throw a pearl into it...Change the water frequently, and it will become a pearl in autumn!"
Pearls are a luxury product that is in great demand. If you think about cultivating good pearls, they will take out a lot of money from the pockets of wealthy businessmen.
Jia Yun is a rare talent in the Jia family. Although he has no interest in studying for imperial examinations or joining the army, he has a very good economic acumen.
Master Pardon directly made the decision and asked him to take several mature and prudent shopkeepers in his family and go to Guangdong with the Fuzhong post to find land to cultivate pearls.
At the beginning of last month, Jia Yun wrote that the pearl farm has been purchased and will be harvested next autumn.
Although Jia Cong was happy that pearl farming was on the right track, he still looked depressed and muttered: "Far water can't cure close fire. My son will think about it and see where he can get some money..."
"Why are you so anxious for money?"
Jia She sat up in confusion, lifted the little black fat man off the desk, and asked seriously: "Did your second brother take you to visit a brothel before and you got some bad habits?"
I can be your father, but I can't be your kid. All my hopes in this life are pinned on you!
Jia Cong rolled his eyes and replied speechlessly: "Dad, what are you thinking about? My son is planning to start a business partnership with His Highness the Fourth Highness and is going to invest some capital in it."
When it comes to the future crown prince, Master Pardon has to be cautious: "What kind of business? Will the saint and His Majesty let you and the Fourth Highness go crazy?"
Jia Cong ran to the door of the room, looked around, closed the door and windows, and ran back to Master Pardon to explain in a low voice.
"The teacher has requested that we open the sea, and your Majesty has agreed. We plan to open a shipping company in Quanzhou and do business overseas. Xia Qian, the godson of Xia Gonggong, will be in charge of setting up a fleet to sail to the West. My son has discussed with the Fourth Highness and plans to participate in a share... …”
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