A wise king may not be able to create a prosperous age.
But a monarch who wants to work hard to create a prosperous age will inevitably become a wise monarch.
Chang Chengyou, the emperor of the Dachang Dynasty, didn't care whether he was a wise king or not. It was best to be a wise king. It didn't matter if he couldn't do it. The only thing he wanted was to create a prosperous dynasty.
Because he knew better than anyone else that the Dachang Dynasty was in decline. The court hall was full of wine bags and rice bags, and the aristocratic families controlled the local government. The imperial power seemed to be highly concentrated, but it was because it did not infringe on the interests of the aristocratic families. However, although the aristocratic families helped The emperor governs the world, but he also harms the world. If this continues, it is like drinking poison to quench thirst.
Only a few people who really knew the Emperor, namely Chen Yan, Sun An and others, knew that the Emperor created a generous and benevolent image just to make more people ignore the blood-hungry sword in his hand.
On the second day, as before in the government hall, some supervisors still mentioned the closure of merchant shops in Qianqiying and Jingzhao Mansion.
In the past few days, these supervisory envoys only mentioned it to show their presence, and the emperor never expressed his position.
In fact, many ministers are like this. They may not necessarily say anything meaningful. They only need to say a few words when going out to impress the emperor and the courtiers. He is more active in the court and others in the capital. It will also give you a little more face.
But today, the emperor finally spoke, with a very gentle tone and a very kind attitude, and gently asked these dissatisfied supervisors of the Qianqi Camp, asking them whether the merchants were really tortured so badly.
Huang Laosi's tone and the slightly swaying jade crown and bead curtain were extremely confusing.
Several inspectors said, well, it’s really a miserable life.
The emperor asked again, is it really so miserable? Does that mean Qianqiying is a bit too much?
Several supervisors worked hard, oh my god, Fourth Brother, you didn't do it, Qianqiying, that's too much, it was a thief who fell into the sewer, stole feces, Qianqiying was left in the city every day. The bridge was called out, and it was so messy that the merchants were given unnecessary repairs, and all of them were anxious and pale-faced.
Then Huang Laosi asked uncertainly, "I heard that you were just complaining to the merchants."
The inspector replied, "It's necessary. Qianqi camp is really unworthy. The dog bit Der. It's so cruel. You have to take care of the fourth child."
Huang Laosi laughed and said a series of numbers, one hundred and thirteen thousand six hundred and seventeen, three hundred and twenty-one.
The supervisors were very confused. What do you mean? What the heck? One hundred and thirteen thousand six hundred and seventeen strings and three hundred and twenty-one articles.
Huang Laosi's expression changed, he stood up and started to spray, look at you losers, you have a head on your neck, a double-digit IQ, a three-digit salary, and your limbs are no longer coordinated. I have the nerve to go to the court and yell at you, but when I open my mouth, seven are angry and eight are dissatisfied. I have the nerve to ask what more than one hundred and thirteen thousand yuan means. What do you mean? The business tax paid by the merchants has not been fully collected. This is called a merchant. It's miserable. The merchants don't want it. The merchants are so anxious and ashamed?
It's so bad that they have already paid 110,000 yuan. If it's not so bad, are they going to go up to the sky together and put a tile on the moon?
Everyone in the court was shocked. No one expected that the merchants in Beijing would pay so much business tax!
Wei Changfeng, the Secretary of the Ministry of Revenue, was the first to become anxious. With a glance, Qiu Wanshan, the chief thug of the Ministry of Revenue, went out to work. As soon as he opened his mouth, he was impeached by the supervisory envoys who specialize in impeaching others.
After Qiu Wanshan finished speaking "Double Flower Red Stick", all the boys from the Household Department came out of work, opened their mouths and started spitting.
Huang Laosi is kind and kind, and always leaves a way out for others. He looked at the supervisors and gave them two ways to choose one, either, Tudou Moving Rolling Balls, or you guys... God only knows that this useless loser can make up another 110,000 yuan to make your fourth brother happy.
The supervisors were confused and complained repeatedly, saying that they had just heard of the incident and were acting nonsense. Isn't that a professional characteristic?
In the court, no one had a good word to say for the inspectors. No one was there. They were all shocked that the commercial tax had been collected so much. Of course, a few were really shocked, and most were pretending to be shocked. No one understood better than them. How much money did these merchants make?
When Huang Laosi saw that so many courtiers were still pretending to be with him, he got angry and took off the jade belts of the three inspectors. He didn't want to choose anymore, so he just put the potatoes on his head and said goodbye.
The three supervisors were dismissed at once, and Huang Laosi's sad heart felt a little comfort after losing 110,000 coins.
Chu Qing didn't even know what happened in the court.
At this time, he was in the Hubu Yamen Office, and in front of him stood Changxian, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face.
"Is that your biological father?" Chu Qing felt pain just by looking at him: "Why did you get beaten up like this?"
"It's okay. I'm used to it. Master Chu, don't worry."
Chang Lao Er was beaten like a bear, and he was so silly.
"What's the reason for beating him so hard?" Chu Qing frowned, glanced at Tong Gui behind Chang Xian, and said with a look of disdain: "The prince asked you to leave the palace to protect King Langya. You are three months old. Er Er was not hurt even once, but you made a report once, and Er Er lost half of his life. Brother Tong, are you here to protect Er Er, or do you want to kill Er Er?"
Tong Gui looked embarrassed.
He was also quite surprised. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have been beaten so hard. According to his expectation, it would only be a few kicks, and the second prince would be done with it after admitting his mistake. Why was he beaten so hard this time?
Changxian was quite generous, waved his hand nonchalantly, and said sillyly: "It's not the fault of General Tong, it's my hometown...it's just that my father hates iron and can't turn it into steel."
Tong Gui was convinced.
He knew that Changxian would definitely not be able to learn well from Chu Qing. Look, the old guy was screaming.
Chu Qing stood up, took a closer look, and felt relieved after confirming that Changxian looked miserable and was actually not injured.
"Whatever, Your Majesty, has he agreed?"
"Agreed." Chang Xian puffed up his chest and said proudly: "The student convinced the emperor alone, and the emperor didn't even need the emperor's brother to help the student persuade him. Master Chu can use the merchants' tax money at will."
Chu Qing's face was filled with joy: "That's good. The next step is just to convince Mr. Wei."
Chu Qing was still confident about convincing Wei Changfeng.
If you want to use this money, just two people will nod, one is the emperor and the other is Wei Changfeng.
In Chu Qing's opinion, the Emperor should be more difficult to convince, because he thinks the Emperor is quite poor, not only poor, but also stingy.
It can be seen from the horseshoe incident. I asked Tan Zhongping before that the cavalry of the Eighth Battalion of Jingwei had already thoroughly promoted horseshoes in autumn and used them all, but they still haven't paid him yet.
Compared with the poor and stingy Emperor, Lao Wei is still easy to talk to.
It was still a while before the next court meeting, so Chu Qing asked Fu San to call Jiang Yuesheng in.
Chu Qing's eyes swept over Fu San, Tong Gui, and Jiang Yuesheng in turn, and scratched his chin: "I have something I need to ask one of you three to do. You guys sit down first."
The three people brought wooden stools and sat in a row, looking puzzled.
Chu Qing said hesitantly: "Now one of the top ten merchants in Beijing is dead and the other is disabled, which is equivalent to killing two. I am going to kill the third one, but I will use an unusual method. The person who does this must have brains." Flexible enough and skilled enough.”
Fu San became interested: "Master, please let me do it."
Chu Qing looked at Tong Gui and Jiang Yuesheng next to Fu San, unable to make a choice.
Fu San urged: "Master, please don't look at them. There are two losers sitting next to me. Let me go."
Tong Gui yelled: "There are two fucking losers sitting next to you."
Jiang Yuesheng was not happy either: "There are only two losers sitting next to you!"
Chu Qing sighed: "I'd better find someone else."
