Han You stared at Lu Baichuan, confused. How on earth did this guy say in a clear-cut tone that he asked him to go to the flower boat?
Before I had a chance to ask, the old eunuch came out, smiling.
"Mr. Han, Your Majesty orders you to enter the palace."
Han Youyi Giant Spirit: "Now?"
"That's right. Don't lose your court rituals after entering."
Han You was not prepared at all. He never expected that he would be able to enter the palace.
"Father, I'm timid. Don't tease me. Can I really enter the palace where the king and his ministers handle state affairs?"
Wen Wu's expression was very strange.
Are you still timid, too timid to come in openly, and then dare to sneak a peek outside the palace?
"Come in with our family."
Wen Wu didn't bother to explain so much, so he shook his fly whisk and turned back to the palace.
Han You took a deep breath. It wasn't that he didn't expect that one day he would come to the hall where the fate of the country was decided, but he didn't expect that day to come so quickly.
The old eunuch walked in front, walked around to the back of the general, and walked forward close to the side. However, halfway through, he realized something was wrong and could not hear the footsteps.
Looking back, sure enough, Han You hid behind the palace pillar.
The old eunuch was so angry that he walked back quickly.
"Mr. Han, Your Majesty asked you to go to the center of the hall and talk about the burning of the accounts."
"Ah?" Han You became nervous again: "Can I still speak?"
"Go quickly!"
Han You was really caught off guard and had no choice but to walk towards the center of the hall.
Many people saw Han You wearing a Confucian robe and were curious, what kind of cunt is this and where did it come from?
Seeing Han You walk to the center of the hall, the old eunuch walked around and croaked like a male duck.
"Han You brings it."
Everyone looked over and wondered whose family this was.
Han You has no official position and no reputation in the scholarly community. The only title he has is that of teacher of Prince You, which is not officially certified, so the old eunuch can only shout "Han You has been brought here", which cannot be done. Call him his father.
"Student Han You."
Han You quickly straightened his clothes in an exaggerated manner and saluted.
The emperor's face was expressionless: "Han You, the son of Han Bairen, the governor of Jingzhao Prefecture, is proficient in business tax matters, and he assists Jingzhao Prefecture to supervise the Jingzhong Tax Bank."
Many courtiers suddenly realized that this guy was Han You.
These courtiers all have shops in Beijing. How could they not have heard of Han You's name? They just haven't seen him.
"Han You, I ask you, does the Jingzhao Mansion have any clues about the arson case of tax bank accounts yesterday?"
Han You smiled slightly, glanced sideways at Wu Yong, with a dead-set expression on his face, and then turned to look at His Majesty, his voice sonorous and powerful.
"No, nothing was checked."
Boss Zhou raised his eyebrows: "Then you enter the palace, but you have to explain the whole story?"
"Yes." Han You was full of energy. Not only was he neither arrogant nor humble, but he also had a bit of pride on his face: "The students are here to plead guilty."
Boss Zhou almost scolded me. Look at your shameful look. If you didn’t tell me, I would have thought you were here to take credit.
Han You continued to speak loudly: "The students are guilty, and the arrangements were not thorough enough, which gave the thieves an opportunity."
The emperor was a little upset and sighed silently: "Without the accounts, I don't know how much tax money the merchants paid. Is there any way to remedy this?"
"No."
Han You lowered his head, adjusted his expression, and his voice was full of pain.
"The student is guilty, and the student also pleads guilty, but the student... the student has failed the hard work of the adults in the court, alas."
The emperor looked confused: "Painful?"
"yes."
Han You didn't know who was who, so he turned around and bowed his hands to the civil servants.
"Historian Mr. Yu, Mr. King Taichang Temple, Mr. Li, Inspector of Military Weapons, Mr. Qi, Supervisory Envoy, Mr. Yu, Chief of the Household Department, Mr. Shi Wei, Minister of Punishment..."
More than twenty names were read in a row, and nine out of ten of them were in the court, and they all had shops in the capital. There were quite a few shops, and as long as they were of high grade, they were all of them.
It took Han You just half an hour to memorize these names.
The adults whose names were called looked at each other, and the emperor was also very confused.
Han You sighed with great sadness: "Your Majesty, these adults are all good adults of our generation who are the devil of evil, the bitch of all generations, the evil-minded, and the good ones at the same time. Especially Mr. Huang, the right minister of the Ministry of War, can be said to be a human being." The middle dragon...no, the yellow generation among people, oh, what a pity, what a pity."
Boss Zhou already understood what kind of fucker Han You was. He frowned and said, "Why don't you mention the ministers again if you don't want to show off?"
"The matter is Aunt Jiang's."
Han You cleared his throat: "Didn't you ask the students to check the taxes? It was during the process of checking the taxes that we accidentally destroyed a place where filth was hidden, a dental shop and a brothel, and many children were imprisoned in it. Liu Wenguan, the former head of the Ministry of Industry, had people shut them down and planned to sell them. Then we will check the taxes and collect taxes from various shops. I accidentally talked about this matter with many owners, and guess what."
"I don't want to guess. I want you to say it. Say it in one breath!"
"Oh, good. We didn't collect the current season's taxes. But when these owners heard about this, they told the adults. When the adults heard about it, they became anxious and thought about what kind of business this is. No matter how hard it is, The children are suffering, so I want to donate money, saying that I can find a place for these children to live, have food to eat, clothing to wear, and books to read.”
The emperor was confused, the courtiers were confused, and everyone was confused.
Boss Zhou felt that the courtiers were not so kind and boring.
Han You continued: "But I can't collect this money. The students just checked the taxes, and guess what... Oh, it's like this. I said I couldn't collect it, and then these adults said, then just pay the taxes. If you pay annually, you pay one year, two years, and three to five years. If you make up for the tax money of the previous years, it will be treated as a charity. Oh my God, there is so much extra money. I was I didn’t say no, but these adults said that the people were suffering, and they couldn’t see the people suffering. They should pay more taxes and spend them on the people and their children, so that the people and their children would suffer less. Later I will The extra taxes they paid will be used as taxes for the people. They have all been written down and are going to be posted outside the Jingzhao Mansion Hall to let the people know how kind and caring you are. Who knows... who knows these tax accounts? It was actually burned by Wu…by unknown gangsters.”
In the court, both those who were silent and those who were not silent were silent.
Many ministers opened their mouths and looked at Han You with extremely baffled expressions.
The emperor was also dumbfounded. He really didn't expect that Han You could be so cunning. If he didn't know these ministers, he would have almost believed it.
"Han You!"
At this moment, an old minister with white beard and hair suddenly walked out quickly, pointed at Han You, and cursed.
"You kid, don't talk nonsense!"
The old minister's beard was so angry that he shouted: "I asked the shopkeeper in the shop to tell you clearly that if you pay more money for taxes, you will pay more. I just care about the people and don't care about reputation. , don’t show off, you...you, you, you, I’m so angry, why did you just say it!”
Han You sighed: "There's no point in saying it. The account was burned, and I forgot how much more you paid."
After finishing speaking, many ministers no longer looked at Han You, but looked at Wu Yong, their eyes were extremely cold!
Wu Yong, do you dare to prevent me from becoming famous? !
Han You sighed again: "Half of the tax money is due to all of you. Hey, I'm so confused. I don't even know who donated the love. Otherwise, it would be praised by the world, more than 1.3 million yuan, hey. .”
"How many?!"
The emperor, Shangshu Ling, and Hubu Shangshu all spoke in unison.
This time, the eyes that were originally looking at Wu Yong were not extremely cold, but their eyes were as sharp as daggers, and they wanted to eat him alive!
