I Am the Grandson of the Second Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Earning 100 Million Taels at the Beginn

Chapter 99 Xia Yuanji: Since I became the Minister of the Ministry of Household, I have long since thrown away my face.

"Your father and your two uncles, sooner or later I will be pissed off by them!"

After Zhu Pangpang left, Zhu Di complained helplessly.

The eldest son is kind and tolerant, and Zhu Di is very relieved when he entrusts Zhu Pangpang with everything.

The only thing that made him feel uncomfortable was that Zhu Pangpang was too kind, always thinking about the common people in the world, and he was very resistant to wars and so on.

Zhu Di couldn't figure it out.

How can the family develop with peace of mind if those wild wolves outside are not beaten to the ground.

The two fathers and sons had more than one argument over this issue.

Although Zhu Di wins every time, every time Zhu Di feels that he is the loser.

Han Wang Zhu Gaoxu.

Zhu Di likes him from the bottom of his heart. He can fight and is very fierce. Many ideas coincide with his own.

But there are also many shortcomings.

For example, being reckless, doing things regardless of the consequences, sometimes when the temper comes up, you just ignore everything, just one word, do it!

It's like when the father and father quarreled some time ago, this guy said everything, and almost killed him from anger.

It is precisely because of this that the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty strongly opposed his idea of ​​establishing the King of Han.

A warlike emperor can be accepted by civil and military officials. There are not a few such emperors in history.

Although the consumption is relatively large, as long as the battle can be won, the ministers still have no objections.

Who doesn't want to leave a name in history?
If an emperor can expand his territory and conquer thousands of miles of land, his ministers can also be honored and their names will be recorded in the annals of history.

But if the emperor is so reckless, it will not work.

Once the temper comes up, they don't care about anything and just do it with their heads full. The ministers can't bear it.

Zhao Wang Zhu Gaosui.

Listen to the advantages, but don't change the disadvantages!
In addition, he is the third child, unless he is as lucky as Zhu Di and all the front is dead, otherwise he has no chance.

So neither Zhu Di nor the Minister of Civil and Military Affairs had ever considered Zhu Gaosui.

The shortcomings of the three sons made Zhu Di very headache and often worried about it.

Fortunately, the grandson made him very satisfied.

Zhu Zhangui's personality is very similar to his own, and he is his ideal successor.

Although Zhu Zhanji is also good, he is still much worse than Zhu Zhangui overall.

Just like his views on the remnants of Jianwen, Zhu Zhanji's choice made Zhu Di very unhappy.

How can there be such a grandson who eats the food he gives and scolds grandpa for others.

"Grandpa, do you have anything else to do? If nothing else, I'll go back first."

Seeing that the old man was lost in thought, Zhu Zhangui felt bored, so he thought about going back first.

"Hehe, I just separated for a while and thought about it, so what will you do if you go to Beizheng next year and leave for so long?"

Zhu Di thought that Zhu Zhangui was missing his wife and wanted to go back, so he laughed and joked.

Zhu Zhangui was speechless.

Is this how I look in the old man's mind?
Although the daughter-in-law is gentle and considerate, Zhu Zhangui will not indulge in the gentleness of the village hero.

He was planning to go to the warehouse of Shenji Camp to have a look.

In the spring of next year, there will be a northern expedition, and he will check the gunpowder, ammunition and backup guns one by one.

"Where are you going? I'm planning to go to Shenjiying to see how the gunpowder and ammunition are stored."

Zhu Di smiled, and didn't talk much about it, he reached out and took out a memorial from the table, and threw it to Zhu Zhangui, "As for the gunpowder, let the deputy check it out, I have other errands for you. "

Zhu Zhangui glanced at the old man, and the old man clicked on the memorial in Zhu Zhangui's hand and asked him to read it first.

This is a memorial from the Secretary of the Government of Jinan, Shandong Province.

According to the description in the memorial, from the beginning of spring to the present, there has been almost no rain in Shandong.

Grain merchants all over the world are hoarding grain, and grain prices remain high.

Ordinary coarse grains have already reached several taels of silver a bucket, and sometimes they can't even be bought with money.

The beautiful girl with yellow flowers can only get half a bucket of grain in exchange.

Many people couldn't survive, and they had already started selling their sons and daughters, and there was even a phenomenon of exchanging sons for food.

Shandong Jinan Prefecture reported that all the bark in Jinan Prefecture had been stripped off, and many of them couldn't find anything to eat, so they started eating Guanyin soil.

The entire Jinan Prefecture is full of starving people, and some women are even willing to sell their reputations for a handful of rice in order to keep their children and family members alive.

At the end of the memorial, officials from the Jinan government cried and begged, hoping that the court could deliver disaster relief food as quickly as possible.

If the disaster continues like this, Jinan Prefecture may be in danger of civil uprising.

After reading the memorial, Zhu Zhangui sighed deeply.

Hungry everywhere, selling sons and daughters, changing sons to eat, selling famous festivals for stutterers.

Zhu Zhangui has never experienced this kind of scene, nor can he imagine that scene from the words.

But he knew in his heart that these things that he had never thought about were happening in Jinan Mansion one by one.

Seeing Zhu Zhangui with a complicated expression, Zhu Di stepped forward and handed another memorial to Zhu Zhangui.

"The imperial court sowed a batch of grain half a month ago, but as soon as they arrived in Jinan, the water went away that night, and all the grain was burnt."

"Hehe, fire!"

Flipping through the memorial reporting the loss in his hand, Zhu Zhangui couldn't help a sneer, murderous intent flashed from the corner of his eyes.

Closing the memorial to the loss in his hand, Zhu Zhangui looked at the old man.

"You plan to let me go to Shandong!"

Zhu Di nodded in confirmation.

"I originally wanted to choose one of several ministers to go, but I felt that they had gone. Even if they found out about the situation, they might not be able to suppress some people."

"You know your father's physical condition. What happened to Beizheng during this period has almost exhausted him. Let him take a good rest and breathe a sigh of relief!"

"Your second uncle and third uncle are not very good at this. If you go there, you may be tricked by those guys."

"So after much deliberation, I decided to send you there just because you were free during this time."

"By the way, you take the Shenji Battalion with you in addition to the artillery. When the time comes, it will be used for emergencies. When the matter is finished, let the Shenji Battalion go directly to Peiping."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Di pressed Zhu Zhangui's shoulders with both hands, and said seriously: "You still have the token that grandpa gave you!"

Zhu Zhangui nodded, and took out Zhu Di's token.

Pointing the token in Zhu Zhangui's hand, Zhu Di said with a serious expression: "How to do it? You can figure it out at that time, and I have only one request for you. No matter what, you must not delay the sowing of spring next year. Who dares to stop it?" Disaster relief, no matter who it is, kill without mercy."

Zhu Zhangui grinned and showed his big white teeth.

"Grandpa, just look at it! I'm an old hand at killing people, and I won't be as soft-hearted as my father."

Zhu Di showed a satisfied smile.

That's why he wants to send Zhu Zhangui to Shandong.

If you send a merciful person to the past, once the victims of the disaster riot, due to your own reputation, it is very likely that you will not do it.

If the victims of the riot were guided by someone with a heart, then the entire Jinan Prefecture would be completely corrupted, and it would even spread to the entire Shandong.

If it really becomes like that, let’s not mention the Northern Expedition, let’s take the army to Shandong to suppress the rebellion first.

"By the way, you can kill anyone after you arrive in Shandong, but you can't touch one family."

Just when Zhu Zhangui was about to go back and put Shenjiying on standby to leave at any time, Zhu Di stopped him again and explained.

Zhu Zhangui smiled.

"I know, Kong Lao Er's family!"

Zhu Di glared, pointed at Zhu Zhangui and said, "Bastard, what do you say about a saint?"

After speaking, he couldn't help laughing.

Disaster relief is like fire fighting, so Zhu Zhangui naturally dare not delay.

After returning, he ordered the Shenji Battalion to be ready to pull out the camp at any time.

Then Zhu Zhangui went directly to the household department to find Xia Yuanji.

This time he was there for disaster relief.

There is no food or money for disaster relief, so what can we do with it?

As for making up for it yourself, that's impossible.

This is the court's business.

If he paid for it himself, Xia Yuanji's unhappy snot bubbles would come out.

"His Royal Highness, why are you free to come to the household department?"

Zhu Zhangui had just arrived at the household department, and Xia Yuanji, who always had a straight face when he saw everyone, ran out with a happy face, not caring about his status as a minister, and moved chairs and poured tea for Zhu Zhangui.

"Ahem, Master Xia, don't be too busy, I came here today to ask you for business."

"Have you already figured it out, Your Highness, and decided to deposit your money in the household department?"

Zhu Zhangui's face darkened.

Why is this old guy always talking about his own money?

"No, it's something else!"

Hearing no, Xia Yuanji was a little disappointed, and his original enthusiasm also faded a little.

Zhu Zhangui was speechless.

He always felt that the old guy Xia Yuanji was a bit like the bank receptionist in his previous life.

Staring at your money every day, wanting you to deposit it in, if you ask him for something else, his face will change immediately.

Thinking back on the appearance of this old boy, Zhu Zhangui felt that he was going to run a bank in the future, and this old fellow Xia Yuanji was the best candidate for the head office president.

Thinking about something messy, Zhu Zhangui handed a folder to Xia Yuanji.

Xia Yuanji looked at Zhu Zhangui, took the notebook in doubt, opened it and took a look.

With just one glance, his face immediately turned green.

Zhu Zhangui came here to ask for money and food.

Still the same sentence, go to disaster relief, no money and no food, use your face to relieve disasters!
Zhu Zhangui is also ruthless enough, this one mouth will cost [-] shi.

Seeing this number, the corners of Xia Yuanji's mouth twitched wildly.

It seemed that there was going to be a war. He had worked hard and had just collected the food needed by the army, but before he could catch his breath, another master came to the door.

This old Zhu's people really don't treat their officials as human beings!

This day is as busy as an animal, so I can't let me rest.

Looking down at the memorial, and looking up at Zhu Zhangui who was drinking tea, Xia Yuanji said helplessly: "Your Highness, I really can't get out so much food, or... look at the people in our household department, How much jerky can be made from the flesh on your body. Then you send us to Shandong and use it as food for disaster relief."

Zhu Zhangui frowned and looked at Xia Yuanji with a bitter face, "You really have no food for such a big household."

Xia Yuanji raised his finger to the sky, "Heaven and earth conscience, if you don't believe it, Your Highness, go to the warehouse of the household department to look for yourself. Except for the food needed by Beizheng, you will take away everything you find."

"Yes, Your Highness, we are really out of food."

The household servant next to him also nodded with a bitter face.

"If there is no need to prepare military rations for Beizheng, we will give you this ration, but now our household department, not to mention [-] shi of grain, even [-] shi, our household department can't even come up with it!"

Looking at the two whose faces were about to drip bitter gourd juice, Zhu Zhangui rolled his eyes, leaned into Xia Yuanji's ear, and whispered something.

Xia Yuanji, who was originally planning to refuse no matter what Zhu Zhangui said, heard Zhu Zhangui's whisper, his eyes lit up instantly, and he grabbed Zhu Zhangui's hand.

"What you said is true. There is really a mountain of silver and three crops of grain a year."

Zhu Zhangui nodded with a smile.

"When did I lie to you? There is indeed a silver mountain in that place, and the grain production I mentioned is a place, and I saw it with my own eyes."

"Oh!"

After getting the confirmation, Xia Yuanji stood up abruptly, slapped the table hard, and said in compassion:
"The disaster victims in Shandong are suffering from hunger. As the minister of the household department, how can I see these people suffering from hunger?"

After all, he looked at Zhu Zhangui, "His Royal Highness admires the loyal servants who saved the people. Our household department took the [-] shi of grain. Even if all the colleagues are starving, we must collect the grain."

As he spoke, he stretched out three fingers, "His Royal Highness, wait for me for three days, and I will hand over this batch of food to you in three days."

After finishing speaking, Xia Yuanji hurried out without even saying hello.

But as soon as he reached the door, he turned around again, grabbed Zhu Zhangui's hand, and confirmed with a serious expression.

"I still don't believe it. You swear that there are mountains of silver and more food than you can eat three times a year."

Zhu Zhangui raised his hand dumbfounded.

"Okay, I swear, if I lie to you, I will give half of the profits of the store under my name to the Ministry of Households."

"Shh!"

As soon as Zhu Zhangui finished speaking, Xia Yuanji took out a piece of paper and began to write.

The flamboyant wrote what Zhu Zhangui said, and Xia Yuanji handed the paper to Zhu Zhangui with a smile on his face.

"His Royal Highness, press your fingerprint!"

Zhu Zhangui: "..."

　Thanks to: Xicheng Tianya for the tipping of 500 starting coins, thanks to: Xiaoxian Bookworm 134 for the tipping of 500 starting coins.Thank you two bosses.

　　
　
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