Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 87 is accurate

  Seeing that the Chinese New Year is coming, and tomorrow is the first day of the New Year, but the exact number has not yet come out. After today, even the household department must take a rest. After the new year is over, it will be half a month later. How much time will be delayed?

  He anxiously paced back and forth in the duty room of the household department, the teacup on the coffee table was already cold, but he didn't seem to notice it.

In the north and south stalls, there are crackling sounds of abacus beads everywhere, and the noise is endless. Clerical officials hurriedly shuttled in front of the case books, handing the books to the hall officials back and forth, and sitting in the hall. The hall official will check again.

  In the distance, the sound of firecrackers can be heard faintly, and the New Year's Eve dinner is about to start.

Wang Wen'an, the head accountant of the Ministry of Household Affairs, with a pale face, kept apologizing: "Mr. Li, it's the fault of the lower officials, it's the fault of the lower officials. The lower officials never expected it. They didn't check it several times. The deviation in the number is too big. There was no preparation in advance..."

  Li Dongyang pressed his hand: "It's not too late to fix the dead sheep, hey... I hope there will be no more omissions today. Today is the end of the new year, but I have worked hard for you."

   Waited for another half an hour, watching, the sky gradually darkened, and next, it was time to eat the New Year's Eve dinner.

Li Dongyang looked tired, but finally the hall official came in a hurry, holding a book with wet ink in his hand, and said in surprise: "Li Gong, Li Gong, the calculation has been made, the number of the north and south stalls is finally Right, the difference is negligible..."

"Oh..." Li Dongyang raised his eyebrows, took the book, and probably saw the record on it, "Two million seven hundred and fifty-four thousand six hundred and twenty-seven taels of silver in the warehouse, seven hundred and ninety-five thousand five hundred and forty taels of silk" Jin...', he skimmed through it roughly, and then took the booklet of the south stall and compared it with each other. It was true, the numbers in the two stalls were similar, which meant that this time it was accurate.

He breathed a sigh of relief: "Your Majesty has asked about the balance at the end of the year several times in a row, which is related to many government orders after the year. At noon, the palace came to ask again..." He raised his eyes and looked at the sky outside , frowning: "Is it inappropriate to report the number to the palace at this time. But..."

  Li Dongyang knows this emperor too well. If he doesn't report to the palace today, he will have to wait until the next year. According to His Majesty's temperament, he will definitely have trouble sleeping and eating.

  He pondered for a while: "Prepare the sedan chair, and enter the palace now, let's take this last chance and ask Your Majesty to have a look."

  …

  The palace is already beaming.

  The eunuchs have already been busy, scrambling for the feast in the palace.

  Empress Zhang and the princess have already gone to the Longevity Palace. First, they will sit with the Empress Dowager for a while. When the auspicious time comes, the three generations of the royal family will gather together in one place to have a good time.

   Zhu Houzhao had already entered the palace, so he was called by Emperor Hongzhi.

Emperor Hongzhi naturally wouldn't give him any good looks. Zhu Houzhao was especially trembling today. After all, impulsiveness is one thing, but after the impulsiveness passed, he calmed down and felt that he might be doomed, so he looked at his face carefully with a smiling face. father emperor.

  Emperor Hongzhi is not in the mood to talk to Zhu Houzhao now. This year's household expenditures have not yet been delivered. If this is the case, it means that many of his ideas will not be realized in the next half month, and he has no idea.

  Hundred officials can take a rest, and various ministries and yamen can relax, but Emperor Hongzhi dare not stop, he always feels that he has too many things to do.

  He seemed a little anxious. In the past, the account books from the household department should have been delivered a few days earlier, but this year, something should have gone wrong.

  Thinking about it like this makes me depressed.

Emperor Hongzhi raised his head in an instant, and suddenly met Zhu Houzhao's eyes, and his eyes met. Only then did Emperor Hongzhi notice the fear and uneasiness in his son's eyes, as well as the deliberately flattering expression. Yet?"

   "I know I was wrong." Zhu Houzhao said honestly.

  Emperor Hongzhi said coldly, "Tell me."

   "I shouldn't contradict my father." Zhu Houzhao smiled harmlessly to humans and animals: "My son...even if I know my father is wrong, I shouldn't, I shouldn't, I shouldn't..."

   "Huh?" A cold light flashed in Emperor Hongzhi's eyes. He still refused to admit his mistakes. What does it mean to know that the father is wrong...

Emperor Hongzhi's hands were a little itchy. If it wasn't for New Year's Eve, he would go to the Longevity Palace to reunite with his family later. Emperor Hongzhi really wanted to beat this stupid son to death. not understand?"

   "Old Fang...uh...Fang Jifan won't lie to my ministers." Zhu Houzhao smiled, like a tortoise receiving guests, but he insisted on speaking.

Emperor Hongzhi felt that his patience had reached its limit: "Hmph, Fang Jifan can calculate such a large number in a day? Is he a **** in the sky, or a Wenqu star descending from the sky? You, even if you trust a person, but It is also necessary to understand the original intention of the family. I only have a son like you. In the future, you will inherit the great rule. Of course, you must trust your ministers, but you must not..."

   Speaking of this, an **** came in on tiptoe: "Your Majesty, Li Dongyang, a bachelor, is asking to see you."

  Emperor Hongzhi was shocked.

   It’s still Master Li Zhizhen, who wants to come to the Ministry of Households, the money and food have already been calculated, so at this critical juncture, he did not hesitate to enter the palace.

  Emperor Hongzhi frowned: "Please come in."

   After a while, Li Dongyang met with him, and he bowed to Emperor Hongzhi: "The minister is guilty of ten thousand deaths, the household department..."

  Emperor Hongzhi pressed his hands: "It's hard for you, but you are still in the Ministry of Households today. Why, it has been calculated?"

  Li Dongyang held up the book he had prepared with both hands: "Please read it, Your Majesty."

  The **** took it and put it on the imperial case. Emperor Hongzhi sat down, picked up the book, and opened it.

  Zhu Houzhao's eyes were shining brightly: "Father...Father...you check the logarithm, check the logarithm..."

  Emperor Hongzhi seemed impatient. This stupid son is still not reconciled to this day. He talked with him, and he was still the same after so many reasons. He couldn't help getting angry, and blurted out: "Stop..."

  I wanted to say shut up.

  But immediately, Emperor Hongzhi's expression changed.

   This number seems familiar.

  'Two million, seven hundred and fifty-four thousand six hundred and twenty-five taels of silver in storage, and five hundred and forty catties of 790,000 catties of silk...'

  The number in the first line...Emperor Hongzhi was a little impressed, because...

  His eyes flashed, and he couldn't help saying: "Come here..."

  The **** bowed: "The servant is here."

  Emperor Hongzhi said indifferently: "Where is Fang Jifan's book?"

   "Slave maidservant, go get it now."

  In the warm pavilion, things suddenly became weird.

  Even Li Dongyang felt strange.

  Emperor Hongzhi was even more sullen and said nothing.

  Zhu Houzhao kept aiming here, but Emperor Hongzhi just kept a straight face, as if he was not even breathing.

Not long after, the **** fetched the notebook, and Emperor Hongzhi uncovered the notebook, and the two notebooks were spread out in front of the imperial case. In Fang Jifan's notebook, it was clearly written "Two hundred and seventy-five thousand and four thousand silver for the treasury." One thousand six hundred and twenty-two taels. '

  It is almost the same as the inbound silver calculated by the Ministry of Accounting, except that the last bit of mantissa has changed slightly.

  Emperor Hongzhi gasped.

  This guy...does he really count?

You know, those accounts are as of the seventh day of December. It is impossible for Fang Jifan to get the accounts of the Ministry of Accounts in advance. Zhu Houzhao did go to the Ministry of Accounts to copy a copy, but within a few days, he sent Fang Jifan's accounts to imperial front.

   That is to say, this guy really only spent a few days to calculate the money and grain of the Ministry of Households, and...it was accurate!

  (end of this chapter)