"The notice was given just yesterday, and you arrived this morning. You came very diligently!"
"Let's do this! Don't do anything else today. Just ask people to clean this place. You don't need to clean everything. Just finish the front yard. It will be winter in a few months. We still have a lot to do!" Ji Song explained.
"Okay, let's do it now, little one!"
Liu Zhan agreed and hurried out, apparently wanting to show off in front of his new boss. Ji Song didn't care about him. How could the new government office be opened without funds?
Ji Song was familiar with the matter of asking for funds in his previous life. It was nothing more than asking for high prices and paying back the money.
However, this matter needs to be carefully planned, and the other party must be speechless without seeing anything wrong.
After a little cleaning, placing tables and chairs in the yard, fetching the Four Treasures of the Study, Ji Song started writing.
Picking up the pen, Ji Song thought.
Well, what should we name it?
Hey! Yes.
"About the Policy Strategy of the Sinong Temple Official Office", Ji Song saw some familiar words and seemed to have returned to the time in his previous life when he and the finance gang were scrambling over funds.
After I started writing, the familiar feeling came over me again, and I finished writing this application smoothly.
It introduces in detail the fees that will be used and the source of the fees.
Every stroke makes people feel that they must be used and indispensable. If they don't use it, they seem to have done something unforgivable.
After putting away the manuscripts on the table, regardless of whether Liu Zhan came back or not, he took Daniel out and went out.
The Hubu Yamen is considered a very important department, responsible for national taxation and population and household registration management.
No matter which dynasty it is, it has a decisive position.
However, it was not like this in the early years of the Tang Dynasty.
At this time, the war had just subsided, and people's lives were even more difficult.
Guanzhong looks pretty good since it hasn't experienced any major chaos.
But as long as you leave Tongguan and go east, you can see the true face of this country. Even Luoyang, a once prosperous city with a population of one million, now only has hundreds of thousands of old, weak, women and children left. .
Hebei, Shandong, Huaisi and other places are also the areas hardest hit by the war. Collect taxes? Give it a try. Believe it or not, as soon as you gave the order, someone behind you rebelled.
People in these places can barely survive without taxes. If you still collect taxes, you are driving people to death.
Therefore, except for Guanzhong, Shanxi, Shuzhong, Jiangnan and other places that can collect a small amount of taxes at this time, don't expect other places.
If he didn't ask for food from your court, he would already be a local official.
Therefore, the current Minister of Household Affairs is very aggrieved.
Du Ruhui looked at Ji Song, who was sitting there drinking tea, and then at the flawless application form in his hand, with a sad expression on his face.
"That... what a great Marquis! Do you think it's a little too much? How about... less?" Du Ruhui said carefully.
It's not that he's afraid of a young boy like Ji Song, but this application is so damn wicked.
Look, official salaries are paid according to the imperial court's regulations. Yes, they must be paid.
Repairs to government offices, hiring servants, officials' subsidies, building farm tools, purchasing cattle, etc., these are all no problem. Look at these quotations, they are all market prices, so there is no problem.
But damn, you listed it in such detail, and there’s no room for me to refute it. What’s going on?
Before, when the government agency came to ask for money, didn't I give it a discount? But what should I do if you ask me to give it to you directly?
Seeing the last statistics above, he felt dizzy.
Ten thousand guans, a full 10,000 guans, is one-twentieth of the imperial tax revenue. Your little Sinong Temple wants so much, how can you not handle other things?
"Oh? Is it too much? There are too many there? Point it out to me, and delete the items you think are unnecessary." Ji Song was not surprised by this. In his last life, he had better not argue with those in the finance department. How long? Where is this?
"Well!"
Lao Du felt his heart aching as he looked at the clear data listed above. What could he say?
If he dares to reduce one item, and the matter fails to get done in the end, why won’t this kid put the responsibility on the Ministry of Household Affairs?
Ji Song drank tea, looked at Lao Du's troubled look, and said with a smile: "Uncle Du, look, it's actually not much, follow-up......"
"I approved it!"
Hearing that there was a follow-up, Lao Du's beard trembled. He quickly sent this plague god away and went into the palace to resign as Minister of Household Affairs to His Majesty. This was simply impossible.
"What?" Ji Song spit out the tea in a sip. He had calculated everything, but he never expected that he would be approved...approved...
"What? If you are still not satisfied, you can go to His Majesty. Anyway, I don't have any money to give you."
After saying that, he threw the document to Ji Song, looking like he wanted to get out of here.
Ji Song walked out of the household department in a daze and asked the sky, when did the money become so good that he wanted to lose it?
In fact, what he just wanted to say is that these budgets have already included the follow-up.
But he didn't expect Lao Du to give it to him like this. He still thinks he is dreaming.
"Daniu, pinch me and see if I'm dreaming!"
"Hey, you are stupid, you are really capable of doing this."
He kicked the big cow out with one kick, completely ignoring the aggrieved look on the big cow, put the document in his arms, happily rode on the red tear, and hurried back to the new official office.
"Master Hou, this...is this true?"
Liu Zhan took the approval document and turned it over many times before he carefully said to Ji Song, who was singing a tune with his legs crossed.
"I said, Lao Liu, what do you mean? Do you doubt your boss's ability?" Ji Song said dissatisfied.
Liu Zhan said quickly: "How dare you lower your rank! Isn't this... Isn't it a bit unbelievable? When did the people from the Ministry of Revenue become so easy to talk to?"
"Hey, you have to learn from this. How about His Majesty doesn't let anyone else be the chief officer of Sinong Temple, so he just sends me?" Ji Song said proudly.
Don't dare to be humble at this time, you have to act like it's nothing, there are people behind me, follow me, I guarantee you will be promoted and crowned, etc.!
Otherwise, you are just a little prince with nothing, and no one will recognize you.
Only by letting subordinates see the abilities of their bosses can they be completely convinced.
No, the officials assigned here were whispering outside the door and looking inside. When Ji Song confirmed Liu Zhan's words, everyone cheered.
They all understand that only by following such a powerful boss can they do things with confidence, and they will not be afraid of being corrupted if they achieve political achievements.
They found out who their boss was when they first arrived.
His Majesty, the Marquis of Haojue County who was the founder of the country, was granted the title of 700 households, and now he is the fourth-rank Shaoqing of Sinong Temple. Would he be greedy for his meager achievements?
Some people believed this, so without Ji Song's instructions, you took the broom, he took the rag and the bucket, and started cleaning his new official office with the servants.
