Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 292
"Supervising the censor Qiu Shenji, impeaching the director of Jingyuan Fan Zheng for harming the public and private, and buying a cart of straw from the director of Jingyuan for a penny."

Qiu Shenji couldn't hold back, and went to the hall to impeach him.

On the throne, Li Shimin stroked his forehead.

The little boy of Qiu Xinggong's family has a strong desire for revenge, which is really rare in the world, and he will take a bite whenever he sees the opportunity, completely disregarding whether it will burst out his teeth.

Even though Li Shimin repeatedly warned Qiu Shenji not to abuse public power because of personal grievances, Qiu Shenji was still extremely persistent.

Headache.

Liu Rengui, the censor in the palace, shook his head slightly.

Qiu Shenji is in a hurry, regardless of his mouth, do you know how much a cart of straw should be worth? Do you know that the director of Jingyuan is burning the fertilized field with straw?

If Fan Zheng didn't pay a penny, this impeachment might really allow Fan Zheng to be fined.

Yes, it’s only a fine at most, it’s not worth much in the first place, and it’s not even qualified to enter the procuratorate to file a file!

Although a penny is symbolic, it shows that this is a transaction, not a free gift!
"Director Jingyuan, do you have an excuse?" Zhongshu's assistant Ma Zhou asked.

"It's true that Dunhua Zhifang buys straw from the director of Jingyuan, and it's true for a penny and a cart." Fan Zheng didn't blame Wo Long, he couldn't do such a worthless thing. "Dunhua Paper Factory purchases straw, and there are all account books and records, and Kaiyuan Tongbao is paid on the spot for each cart."

Then, Fan Zheng's eyes were full of doubts: "I don't understand, is it because the imperial court is not allowed to buy straw, or shouldn't pay for it?"

Qiu Shenji was furious: "Which company's straw is worth a penny a cart? You are taking advantage of Si Nong Temple!"

Fan Zheng's face was full of seriousness: "Please supervise the censor, how much is a cart of straw?"

Damn I know how much it is!

Qiu Shenji was stunned suddenly.

I don't know how much a cart of straw is worth, but it's cheap to impeach Fan Zheng for a penny and a cart. Isn't this impeachment a castle in the air?

"As a senior of the Yushitai Procuratorate, I will teach you to be good, not to bring personal anger into official business, and when you want to impeach someone, you must do your homework solidly." Fan Zheng sighed. "Fortunately, the platform prison is not in your hands, otherwise, I don't know how many people will die unjustly."

Qiu Shenji felt that his face was hot, and he stood there at a loss.

Si Nongqing Li Wei held up the ivory wat: "This matter is an internal matter of Si Nong Temple, and I will handle it myself. Your Majesty asks for your permission."

Li Shimin looked at this farce, and felt a little unhappy, so he hummed softly to show his agreement.

Li Wei said: "The director of Jingyuan sells straw for one penny per cart, which is slightly inappropriate. You should pay three pennies per cart. Fan Zheng, do you have any objections?"

Fan Zheng grinned, and glanced at Qiu Shenji provocatively: "The superior judge is very fair, and the subordinate judge will order Dunhua Zhifang to make up the difference within three days."

"I wonder if Sanwen Yushi is satisfied?"

Cheng Yaojin patted Niu Jinda on the shoulder and laughed wildly, shaking his silk armor desperately: "Sanwen Yushi! Haha, when I see that fellow Qiu Xinggong, old Cheng must make fun of him! In the eyes of the Qiu family, there is only Sanwen money!"

Qiu Xinggong's behavior is not good at all, he is bad with his brothers, colleagues, superiors and subordinates, so it is no wonder that Cheng Yaojin made trouble.

The value of the straw is not high at all, and based on how many carts he sent over from Wolong, the difference will not reach ten pennies.

In the court hall, Li Qianyou, the imperial historian, felt ashamed to impeach him for ten guanqian.

Li Qianyou snorted in his nostrils, and the censor, Shi Wei, left the shift: "Director Jingyuan reminded us about the prison, and Yushitai will strictly control it. Those with ulterior motives are not allowed to touch the prison, so as not to become a disaster."

Qiu Shenji's face was earth-colored.

Damn, the retaliation failed, and I even put my own reputation into it.

Who is the "unpredictable person", Shangguan, is it suitable for you to talk about it?
After being publicly identified by the official censor, Qiu Shenji's life in Yushitai will be difficult.

It's a pity that although Qiu Shenji was secretly annoyed, he didn't have the guts to retaliate against Wei Ji.

Wei Qu's authority is deeply rooted, and it is not something he, a branch of the Qiu family, can resist.

"Director Jingyuan, change millet to wheat, can you get through this winter's weather with confidence?" Li Shimin waved his hand to repel Qiu Shenji, and asked patiently.

On a snowy day, Li Shimin also visited the wheat field of Director Jingyuan, but the place was too big to meet Fan Zheng face to face.

Not to mention one or two more grains per mu, even a handful of grains, can live a lot of people!
Before Li Shimin, he was only worried that there would be problems if he changed all the wheat, and he never doubted the output.

Fan Zheng raised his wat: "According to the general monitoring of Jingyuan, it will not be too cold throughout the winter, but it is necessary to prevent the cold in spring."

Li Shimin snorted, and Taishi ordered to go out to Juhu: "The Taishi Bureau's 17-year calendar is prefabricated, which is the same as the director of Jingyuan's forecast."

To put it bluntly, the current calendar is still in the early years of Wude, Taishi Ling and Taoist Fu Renjun created the Wuyin calendar. Now Dr. Taichang Li Chunfeng put forward [-] objections, and Li Shimin only adopted seven of them to revise the Wuyin calendar.

Of course, the "Linde Calendar" created by Li Chunfeng was also criticized by later generations.

After all, climate change in one period is different from another, and the calendar has to keep pace with the times.

"I went to see the wheat fields yesterday. More than [-]% of them are growing well. Even if there are some withered and yellow ones, they should be able to enter spring smoothly." Fan Zheng talked eloquently. "Jingyuan director and all officials work together to ensure the safe growth of wheat seedlings."

There is no need to take the credit for it alone. The kind of officials who do their best have either lost their minds to the Yellow River or encountered an environment eager for quick success.

The credit of the collective has its own share as an official, and all of them will only be despised by others.

Li Shimin snorted softly, his expression slightly relaxed.

If it is true, if it is promoted on a large scale, Datang will be able to raise at least one million more people, right?

According to the simple concept of the dynasties, the more population the better, it is best to have tens of millions of people, you can recruit soldiers at will, and there will be infinite taxes.

In fact, looking at history, how many dynasties did not cause the collapse of the powerful dynasty because of the overload of population?
The factors of land annexation and fairness are only auxiliary causes. The main reason is that limited land cannot support unlimited people, and other factors are just adding fuel to the fire.

Even in the Zhenguan Dynasty, [-] acres of Yongye fields and [-] acres of subfields remained at the theoretical stage.

Forty mu for old men, duti-diseases, and disabled-diseases;
Thirty mu for widows and concubines;
Taoist priests give [-] mu of land and [-] mu of female crowns, as do monks and nuns.

But ah, within the state and county boundaries, those who have enough land are called wide townships, and those with insufficient land are called narrow townships.

The land of Gyeonggi is mostly narrow townships.

However, it is not the turn of Fan Zheng, a mere fifth-rank, to discuss such a major matter as population.

The population of the Zhenguan Year was still far from the grand occasion of the end of the Sui Dynasty, and it could still develop at a high speed for decades, so Fan Zheng didn't have to worry about it.

Maybe Fan Zheng closed his eyes before the day when the land was tense?
What is the difference between worrying about this stuff and worrying about the sun going out in hundreds of millions of years later?
(End of this chapter)