Ming Dynasty Jinyiwei: Commander, what do you want to tell me?

Zhu Youxiao took the case and scolded angrily: "What's the use of a waste like you staying in the court? Waste my Daming's money. "

Go and die yourself!"

Hearing the order, Dong Kewei knocked hard and kept kowtowing.

Soon the blood was dripping, and the blood flowed down the forehead, staining the whole face red.

But Dong Kewei didn't dare to stop at all, he said: "Your Majesty... I beg you to see that your ministers are loyal, and they ... Just spare the ministers.

For this attitude, Zhu Youxiao is very satisfied.

He asked his courtiers to be in awe of themselves.

At this point, the goal has been achieved, and he smiled: "It doesn't hurt to give you a chance."

"But you have to think carefully about who your master is, and how you can be loyal in the future."

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Dong Kewei left trembling at this time.

Immediately after, Wei Zhongxian walked in with a bundle of branches.

That's the way he worked so hard to get around.

The ones who came from Beizhen Fusi were all waste materials from the golden silk nanmu.

"Grandpa Wei, what are you?" Zhu Youxiao looked at the bundle of branches and was a little puzzled.

"Golden Silk Nanmu, Your Majesty, this is Golden Silk Nanmu!" Wei Zhongxian pretended to be happy.

If you want to make a difference, you have to look at your acting skills at this time.

He knew this very well, and without waiting for Zhu Youxiao to react, he immediately spoke up and seized the initiative: "Your Majesty, the Sichuan-Guizhou region has suffered disasters year after year.

"There is not much golden silk nanmu left, and it is difficult to get a little bit from Mufu in Yunnan, but it is impossible to enter Beijing at all."

"I heard that there is a landslide over there in Taiping Town."

This remark made Zhu Youxiao not react for a while.

"This means that you can still see some branches as the Son of Heaven, like us who are courtiers, we can't even see the golden silk nanmu."

Wei Zhongxian knows that sometimes the difference is the difference.

But sometimes, it's the attitude that looks at it.

Like Dong Kewei... has no attitude, and deserves to be reprimanded by Zhu Youxiao in the past few days.

"Your Majesty, you see if you have any branches left that you can't use up at that time, can you reward them to the old slave, and the old slave will definitely be offered as a family heirloom."

As he spoke, Wei Zhongxian pulled out a piece of golden silk nanmu waste and respectfully handed it to the emperor.

Seeing this, Zhu Youxiao looked good: "Heirloom? Grandpa Wei, can you still pass on the family?

Wei Zhongxian immediately patted his mouth: "The old slave slapped his mouth, the old slave said the wrong thing..."

This action soothed Zhu Youxiao's depressed heart a lot.

He took the golden silk nanmu in Wei Zhongxian's hand and said, "Under the whole world, that is, I can still use these branches."

"Like those wood carving masters in the capital, it is estimated that they have never even seen golden silk nanmu."

"These people are really pitiful, no matter how good the wood carving master is, he has never seen any good wood, and he is not a real master."

Speaking of this, Zhu Youxiao glanced at Wei Zhongxian and continued: "The construction of the Zhendi Division has begun, right?" "

When the time comes, use a little good wood, and don't lose my people, after all, the Zhendi Division was approved by me."

"Yes, the old slave has prepared some pretty good wood, there are more than 100 of them, of course, there is still a gap with His Majesty's golden silk nanmu." Wei Zhongxian nodded.

"Since there is a golden silk nanmu, forget about Dong Kewei's matter, you can appease him for me."

"If these people are as loyal and capable of doing things as Gonggong Wei, then my country will be considered solid."

Wei Zhongxian said: "Your Majesty, rest assured,"

...

North Town Fuji.

Li Qiyuan, the head of the household, asked to see him.

Before Li Qiyuan came, Zhu Qianyuan asked Lu Wenzhao to investigate the officials of the DPRK and China.

Among them, Li Qiyuan is an honest person, neither the Donglin Party nor the eunuch party.

He is one of the few people in the DPRK and China who can be trusted.

In the lobby, Zhu Qianyuan invited Li Qiyuan to take a seat: "Shangshu has something to report today, right?" "

Last night's order was to let the Zhendi Division lead the six departments, but there were not many people who came to do it.

Li Qiyuan was the first, and the others were probably waiting, wanting to see if the Zhendi Division really had the strength to control the imperial power.

"Your Excellency, this is the tax and treasury accounts of the household department, please take a look." Li Qiyuan respectfully handed over a thick account book.

Zhu Qianyuan casually flipped through a few pages, and the content was similar to what he thought.

The treasury was empty, and only more than 50,000 taels of silver remained.

The huge dynasty, with a population of more than 50 million, is known as the Ming Dynasty of the Heavenly Empire, and there are only 50,000 taels of silver left in the treasury.

Among them, the one just used was that the Emperor of the Apocalypse spent 300,000 taels to buy golden silk nanmu.

And I don't know how many of them fell into the hands of Dong Kewei, the secretary of the Ministry of Industry.

"Li Shangshu, if you have something to say, just say it."

Li Qiyuan arched his hand and said solemnly: "Since the adults asked me to say it, I won't hide it."

"Over the years, the emptiness of my Ming treasury has reached its limit."

"Not only is it difficult to maintain the various expenses of the imperial court, but it is also difficult to sustain military food and military salaries."

After speaking, Li Qiyuan pounced and knelt directly on the ground.

"What do you mean by that?" Zhu Qianyuan frowned slightly.

The Ming Dynasty has always respected the Son of Heaven, and the Son of Heaven would not make such a big gift under normal circumstances, and Li Qiyuan must have encountered difficulties in his posture today.

"This year, there have been natural disasters in many places, grain production has been reduced, and the imperial court can't even come up with money to help the victims."

"So, Lord Commander, do you think that the matter of building the Zhendi Division should be postponed for a while?"

The construction of the Zhendi Division is a large expenditure, and it is obviously difficult for the state treasury to support it.

Li Qiyuan risked offending the new powerful man to say these words.

It can be seen that the emptiness of the Ming treasury is true.

Zhu Qianyuan's eyes swept over, what the other party thought and said could be regarded as public loyalty to the country.

But it's too rotten.

He replied: "The Zhendi Division must be built!"

"Must be built?" Li Qiyuan didn't expect to waste his words.

I thought that the new commander would be able to stir up turbidity and promote the Qing, but I didn't expect that now it seems that he is just a person who completely ignores the life and death of the people.

"Lord Zhu, you can't build it!"

"The Emperor of Jianzhen will completely consume the remaining silver in the treasury."

"At that time, if you can't send it, the court will be in chaos!"

"If the food and salary can't be distributed, the army's morale will be chaotic!"

"If the disaster relief silver can't be delivered, the people of the world will be in chaos!"

The more Li Qiyuan spoke, the more excited he became, and he faintly already had the intention of accusing Zhu Qianyuan.

In this regard, Zhu Qianyuan smiled indifferently.

"Li Shangshu, loyalty is commendable."

"But you..."

"Too pedantic!"

Hearing this, Li Qiyuan was stunned.

"What do you mean?" He didn't expect the new conductor to think of him like this.

"I can't even hear what it means, so it can be seen that your loyalty is also foolish."

Honesty is very important to the courtiers of the Ming Dynasty, but if only honesty does not know how to do things, then it is no different from silverfish.

Zhu Qianyuan had a heart, so he spoke: "How much do courtiers need?"

Li Qiyuan thought for a moment and said, "This month, it needs 278,472 taels."

"How much do I need for food?"

"Five million three hundred and thirty thousand taels."

"What about disaster relief?"

"At least 500,000 taels!"

After speaking, Li Qiyuan couldn't help but sigh.

In such a difficult situation for the imperial court, it would only lead to chaos in the world.

At that time, the country will not be a country!

"But the treasury is only 50,000 taels, even if I don't repair the Zhen Emperor Division, can these problems you said be solved?" Zhu Qianyuan asked rhetorically.

This question made Li Qiyuan directly stunned.

He instinctively argued: "Something is better than nothing, as long as I have these 50,000 taels, I will think of a way, maybe I can make it up."

"You don't listen to you if you're pedantic." Zhu Qianyuan said in a deep voice, "According to what you said, the imperial court needs at least six million taels of silver.

"In addition to the 50,000 taels, you will have to make up 595 taels."

"Can you make it?"

After speaking, Zhu Qianyuan added: "If you can really make up more than 5.9 million taels, then do you really care about the 50,000 taels that built the Zhendi Division?" "

It's... This..."

Li Qiyuan only knows about integrity, and he really hasn't thought about this issue well.

"If a sick person doesn't think about how to heal his illness, he only thinks about saving money, will the disease heal itself?"

Sick people... The sick don't think about healing, they only think about frugality...

As if thinking of something, Li Qiyuan blurted out: "No, just thinking about thrift will never cure the disease."

Zhu Qianyuan nodded: "The Ming Dynasty is sick, and the little silver in the treasury is a drop in the bucket, what you think about should be where the disease is and how to cure it, rather than saving a little unnecessary silver." Li

Qiyuan woke up like a dream.

"The disease of the Ming Dynasty is in the imperial power and in the imperial court."

"The purpose of the Zhen Emperor Division is to control the imperial power and purge the imperial court."

"Now do you still think that the silver of the Emperor of Jianzhen should be saved?"

"No, the silver of the Emperor of Jianzhen must not be saved." Li Qiyuan already understood what Zhu Qianyuan meant at this moment.

He even felt shame in his heart.

Just now, Li Qiyuan thought that Zhu Qianyuan was like a eunuch, only caring about looting the people's fat and people's cream.

But now it seems that Zhu Qianyuan is the one who can cure the disease of the Ming Dynasty.

"However, the disaster relief silver is the most critical right now, what should we do?" Li Qiyuan, who was in charge of the household department, knew best the danger of the displaced people.

If disaster relief is not timely, displaced people may wander around and become bandits.

At that time, it will not only be difficult to maintain tax revenues in the disaster-stricken areas, but other disaster-free areas will also be affected.

"This matter will naturally be known to the court tomorrow."

"You just need to play to Colonel Zhu You."

Li Qiyuan's face changed, and he was a little surprised to hear the commander call the name of the Son of Heaven.

But it soon returned to normal.

He knew that since the establishment of the Zhendi Division, the imperial power of the Ming Dynasty had entered decline and was completely subordinated.

Next, only the Emperor Zhen Division can truly rule the Ming Dynasty.

"Yes, sir!"