At this time, Guo Huan didn't know that his good days were coming to an end.
He was strolling in the courtyard of the Ministry of Household Affairs and giving advice. In fact, he was teaching those who followed him to make false accounts. During this period, he did not forget to drink a pot of good tea.
"The Metropolitan Procuratorate's reimbursement details include several thousand items per year."
"Your Majesty can't possibly look at them one by one. Most of them just look at the total number."
“The gap between the actual reimbursement and the budget they gave cannot be too big.”
"Take this Qiu Ye as an example. When he left, the budget reported by the Metropolitan Procuratorate was ten dollars."
"Although we only reported five guans, we still have to remember eight guans."
"The extra money can be given directly to me, and I will save it for everyone."
"If we divide it together at the end of the year, it will be regarded as everyone's hard-earned money for a year."
Guo Huan's family is relatively poor, and he is the kind of person who is afraid of poverty. To make him feel safe, he needs a lot of money, so he has to care about this small amount of money.
He still understands the truth that a little adds up to a big thing.
He also knows how to use other people's greed to achieve his own goals.
Just kidding, if there are no benefits, why should I be an official with such a small salary?
Guo Huan took the account book and pointed to a deficit path marked in red.
"The Ministry of Industry spent eight years building the Prince of Shu's Mansion, and the budget reported was originally 40,000 yuan."
"This year's bill is 50,000 guan, so let's put the extra 10,000 guan into account because the road to Shu is difficult and the labor is expensive. This will make sense."
Mai Zhide, the new minister of the Ministry of Industry, wears the same pants as him.
The extra ten thousand yuan will naturally go into their pockets.
Coupled with the deducted and exploited labor wages, they made another huge profit this time.
Zhang Chen was a little confused: "But sir, is Chengdu Prefecture a plain?"
Why is it so difficult on the plains?
Will Your Majesty believe it?
"Idiot." Wang Daoheng scolded: "I asked you to write like this, so you just wrote it like this. It's true that Chengdu Prefecture is in the plains, but where can the good wood come from the plains?"
"Don't we all have to go to Yunnan and Guizhou to get materials?"
"These costs will naturally go up, won't they?"
This guy is still not as smart as that Hu Yi, the kind who can tell everything at once.
That's the bad thing about being a new person, you have to teach everything from scratch.
"My lord, what you said makes sense."
Zhang Chen thought for a while and felt that this was the truth, and then he immediately followed it.
Of course, if you live an honest life on your salary, you can still live on.
Just thinking about how good it is, it must be impossible.
I remembered the wealth I saw when I went to Mr. Guo's house for tea last time.
Zhang Chen gritted his teeth and decided to do it!
After you have finished your Lord Shangshu's errands, are you still worried about not having a good life?
"You can be considered a capable person."
Guo Huan saw that he was obedient, so he also gave him timely benefits.
"After the new year, I will go and tell His Majesty that you can take Hu Yi's position."
It's better that that idiot Hu Yi doesn't get in the way.
What a drag!
Not as good as the obedient fat man in front of me.
Guo Huan counted the money he earned this year, but he still didn't feel satisfied.
"You have to remember this account like this..."
"The autumn grain harvested by Pingliang Mansion this year is 30% less than the budget payment. The reason is that there is a drought and the harvest is too small."
"If there is a flood in western Zhejiang, the loss will be 50%. As for Sichuan..."
The more Zhang Chen listened, the more he felt a little embarrassed. He stretched out his fat white hand and pinched it, and then said with embarrassment.
"That's not right, sir. The documents coming from Pingliang Mansion this year are the same as the budget at the beginning of the year. They are 100,000 shi of food. Isn't it less than 30%?"
Official documents from western Zhejiang are easy to handle, and the documents sent have been tampered with.
But the prefect of Pingliang was an upright official and would not collude with them at all.
So everything is clearly written in black and white. When the time comes, people will read the documents from Pingliang Mansion and then look at the accounts of their household department.
Wouldn’t that expose the secret?
So, is it impossible to falsify Pingliang Mansion’s accounts?
"fool!"
Guo Huan directly took the pen in his hand and ticked the bottom of the cross. Soon one hundred thousand stone grains turned into seventy thousand stone grains.
"Look, isn't this enough?"
"You have to use your brain more when doing things, otherwise how could this official be promoted so quickly?"
In this way, wouldn't there be an additional income of 30,000 shi?
Zhang Chen's eyes glowed green when he saw it. Just like that, 30,000 shi of grain was converted into money: 15,000 shi was in his pocket?
Isn't this too easy?
This money is enough to buy many good things and build as big a house as possible?
"Chuxi, we have something else to do, let's go first."
Seeing that he was on the road, Guo Huan and Wang Daoheng left with peace of mind.
Just let the people below do this kind of thing. There is absolutely no reason for the leaders to work overtime.
After coming out of the Household Department, they went to the Baochao Collection Office without stopping.
At this time, the Baobao Lifting Office, which should have gone off work long ago, was brightly lit inside.
However, the concierge windows were surrounded from the inside with thick quilts.
So when you look in from the outside, you can only see a dark patch.
People who don't know have no idea that they are still working overtime.
"Lord Shangshu."
Liu Shanju stepped forward with a flattering look on his face, and helped Guo Huan through the door like a slave, and then personally served him some good tea.
"Sir, according to your instructions, I have assembled a total of more than 500 workers, and they have been working day and night for two months now."
"A roomful of treasure banknotes have been printed now. Do you want to go take a look?"
Guo Huan came here for this matter, so he hummed as a matter of course, and then went with Wang Daoheng.
As the saying goes: There are policies from above and countermeasures from below.
Since the emperor wants to fight, he cannot go against the emperor.
And he was reluctant to use household and tax money to fight the emperor's wars.
what is it now?
Then print money!
Anyway, after His Majesty dismissed the Zhongshu Province, the Baochao Collection Department was subordinated to the Ministry of Household Affairs.
He can seal whatever he wants in the yamen under him.
It said they were not allowed to print money, so they just printed money. They didn’t know it anyway.
By doing this, you can generate money and allow the emperor to have fun fighting the war.
You can also keep your wallet, and you can spend the printed money yourself.
Simply kill three birds with one stone!
Liu Shanju led Guo Huan and Wang Daoheng to the innermost warehouse.
Open the door and light the lamp.
The house was filled with solid treasure bills, which almost blinded the two of them.
"Okay, okay, okay, okay!"
Guo Huan looked at the treasure banknotes all over the room with fascination. He walked forward uncontrollably and carefully stroked the stack of treasure banknotes.
This is all his money! ! !
Even if he spends money like water all his life, I'm afraid he won't be able to spend so much money.
What depreciation?
What precious money turns into waste paper?
What does that have to do with him, Guo Huan? He just knows that he is comfortable.
"Thank you for your hard work, Wang Tiju." As he said that, Guo Huan directly picked up a pile of money and stuffed it into his arms: "Take it and buy something good for your wife, children and yourself."
