Li Guangli had calculated everything, but he never expected it.
Xu Yi was so decisive in killing his army.
If he really takes over this disaster relief project, what can he do even if he is the uncle of the state?
How can we escape this huge whirlpool?
I'm afraid that by then, even if he is the uncle of the country, he will inevitably shed a layer of skin.
If only that was it.
He was afraid that it would affect his nephew, who was the crown prince.
"His Majesty."
Li Guangli turned around with an ashen face, and slowly and respectfully knelt down to Emperor Zhengde.
"Your Majesty, I consider myself to be incapable of taking on this important task."
"However, everything I said before came from the bottom of my heart, Your Majesty."
"I hope your Majesty will be aware of this."
It is not easy to hear from Li Guangli that his ability is shallow.
Li Guangli gave in faster than anyone imagined.
It should be noted that in this era, sometimes reputation is also a weapon.
But at this moment, Li Guangli obviously no longer cares about maintaining his reputation.
Compared to falling into the abyss, that little reputation is nothing.
"Pfft."
There was a sneer from the crowd.
"Pfft."
"Pfft."
"Hahahahaha."
In the line of clan members, Xu Zhen took the lead and sneered.
The rest of the clansmen were not willing to lag behind.
The most exaggerated one is undoubtedly the Thirteenth Prince.
At this time, he was laughing, holding his stomach and slowly squatting on the ground.
For their clan members, Xu Yi was no longer welcome.
That is also the royal bloodline. When will it be the turn of a relative of the royal bloodline to point fingers?
When the lineage of clan members burst into laughter.
In the queue of civil servants, there were also some people whose bodies were trembling slightly.
"How can you play like this in the court hall?"
On the dragon throne, Emperor Zhengde slowly spoke to stop the farce.
"What Li Aiqing said just now is not unreasonable."
"There is a severe drought in Guanzhong and more than 800,000 people have been displaced. If they all rely on the imperial court for relief."
"The national treasury is really worried."
Emperor Zhengde's words slowly echoed through the Jinluan Palace.
In an instant, the Jinluan Palace once again fell into a dead silence that could be heard by a pin drop.
Although Li Guangli gave in quickly, was this not a wise act of self-preservation?
If disaster relief was really that easy, how could the civil and military officials of the entire dynasty avoid it?
In the final analysis, there are too many disaster victims and too much involvement.
The imperial court can support them for a month or two in vain, but can it also support them for a year and a half?
More than 800,000 people just maintain the most basic survival in one day, and the money and food they need to spend is an astronomical figure.
What's more, there are countless aristocratic families in it, large and small, taking advantage of this disaster to crazily absorb nutrients from the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Failure to provide disaster relief will result in losing one's official position, or even having one's entire family executed.
Success in disaster relief may result in loss of official position at best, or the destruction of the whole family at worst.
Who would want to get angry with such a thankless task?
"I dare to ask Your Majesty, if the governments in Guanzhong go all out to open warehouses and release grain for disaster relief, how long can the people survive?"
Reading the files for several days was never in vain, and now Xu Yi just wanted to confirm each other with the files.
Emperor Zhengde's eyes slowly shifted to look at Tian Yichu, the Minister of Household Affairs.
"If the governments of all counties and counties in Guanzhong go all out to open warehouses for disaster relief, more than 800,000 people can survive for more than a month."
Tian Yichu quickly responded. As the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, he naturally knew these data well.
"I dare to ask Tian Shangshu how much grain is collected from various counties and counties in Guanzhong now."
"How long can these levied grains last?"
Xu Yi frowned slightly. There was obviously a huge discrepancy between the grain reserves of local governments and the number of files.
"Due to the impact of the drought, the water level of the Guanzhong Canal has dropped, making it difficult for counties and counties to transport food."
"Currently, the food collected from various counties can only last for half a month."
"It will take at least more than two months for the next batch of food to arrive."
"There is at least a gap of more than half a month between coming and going."
"This is also the biggest difficulty in this disaster relief."
The data from Tian Yichu, Minister of Household Affairs, is obviously not good news for Xu Yi.
A gap of more than half a month.
Is this twenty days or twenty-nine days?
Or what if something unexpected happens midway and the time is extended indefinitely again?
"Huh~!"
Xu Yi let out a heavy breath in his heart.
The reality is far more severe than he imagined.
But, no matter what, this disaster relief will be his only chance to get out of Youningyuan of Zongzheng Temple.
No matter how difficult it is, it is nothing more than death.
Compared to being lonely until death in Youningyuan of Zongzheng Temple.
He would rather die vigorously and deservedly.
In this way, your trip to this world will be worthwhile.
"Your Majesty, I understand the situation."
"I sincerely ask your Majesty to grant me three things."
Xu Yi faced the dragon chair and saluted respectfully.
"speak."
Do you want to start negotiating terms now?
There was an intriguing look in Emperor Zhengde's eyes.
"yes!"
"First, I sincerely request that Your Majesty give me full authority over disaster relief."
"No matter what I do, your Majesty, please don't blame me. Success or failure will be determined by the final result."
Xu Yi said slowly without changing his expression.
This move, in the final analysis, is to ask Emperor Zhengde for absolute dominance in disaster relief!
He didn't want to be held back by some inexplicable people and things while he was working hard to provide disaster relief.
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole hall fell into dead silence.
All civil and military officials in the dynasty looked sideways.
What exactly does Xu Yi want to do? Just asking for absolute dominance in disaster relief?
Who among those who can sneak into the Jinluan Palace is not a human spirit?
From Xu Yi's words, they smelled the slightest hint of blood.
Just in dead silence.
Chang Shuirong, the left minister of Yushitai, who had just received the twenty-long stick.
Dragging his scarred body slowly out of the queue.
"Your Majesty, you can't do it. In this way, the Sixth Prince will play too important a role in the disaster relief."
"If the Sixth Prince makes a careless decision, hundreds of thousands of victims in Guanzhong will be in danger."
Chang Shuirong saluted with difficulty, speaking righteously, but in reality he felt unspeakable uneasiness deep in his heart.
He was betting that Emperor Zhengde would not hand over absolute dominance to Xu Yi.
If the bet is right, his words will definitely gain the favor of Emperor Zhengde.
If the bet is wrong, it is nothing more than a fine and a rod.
This bet was worth taking.
Emperor Zhengde closed his eyes and thought for a moment.
When Emperor Zhengde opened his eyes again.
An invisible pressure instantly enveloped Xu Yi.
However, Xu Yi remained calm.
The Chinese people's temperament always likes to reconcile and compromise.
When he said that the house was too dark, he wanted to open a skylight on the roof for lighting.
The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, including the emperor, would never allow it.
However, if he advocates removing the roof to use it for lighting.
Then, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, including the aloof Emperor Zhengde, would come out to mediate.
He was even willing to open a skylight for him.
Whether it’s described as the demolition effect, or it can be described as asking for an exorbitant price and then having to pay back the money.
At the end of the day, it's essentially the same.
On the dragon chair, Emperor Zhengde looked at Xu Yi quietly.
As an emperor, the last thing he wants to see is things beyond his control.
Xu Yi asked for absolute dominance and he could give it.
But he was not allowed to interfere with the process, and he only judged heroes based on success or failure.
This is obviously impossible.
