Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 68 There is an expert behind the scenes

The emperor was going to inspect water conservancy projects in the south. This matter could be a big deal or a small one. The one who was most troubled was naturally the Minister of Works. When he heard the news, his scalp was tightening. It was not only him who had to take the blame, but also...

How should I put it? Since ancient times, water conservancy has been a headache for people. Sometimes it is better not to repair it, but if it is not repaired, the money from above will come down again. The money has arrived but the place cannot be repaired. This thing does not cost human lives. Over time, a huge kickback network has been formed in the Ministry of Works. It is really the livelihood of millions of canal workers, and they cannot afford to touch a single cent.

But wouldn't this southern tour expose the truth? But he couldn't object, because if he did, he would be doomed. So the Minister of Works who was summoned sat there with a headache, wishing that a thunderbolt would strike him and the emperor to death right now, so as to avoid the torture.

When the emperor met the Minister of Works, he didn't say a word, just looked at him and smiled, then patted him on the shoulder and left. This inexplicable move confused the Minister of Works.

But who knew that the emperor would reveal his foxy side when he attended court the next morning.

During the morning court session, civil and military officials were seated on both sides. The emperor took out a memorial and sat on the dragon chair, smiling, "Today, the Minister of Literature handed me a memorial, saying that the court has been building water conservancy projects for seventeen years and has made some progress. He invited me to go swimming in Poyang Lake. I gladly accepted the invitation. My dear ministers, what do you think?"

All the ministers in the court turned their heads to the Minister of Industry, thinking: "Is this idiot confused because of a fever? How can he do such a thing? Does he not know the trick here? Take the initiative to invite the emperor to tour the south? Is his whole family tired of living like this?"

Okay, since you are tired of living, don't blame others for giving him a ride.

As soon as these words came out, those who were not on good terms with him started singing praises for Yang Shangwen of the Ministry of Works. They praised him to the heavens and earth, as if Yang Shangwen had suddenly become the most capable minister in the world the next day.

This needs to be said. When the enemy starts singing praises for something, it means that this thing must be wrong. Minister Yang of the Ministry of Works is really trying to be a sheep climbing a tree. The weather is still cool, but beads of sweat have already dripped onto the ground to form a pool.

At this moment, His Majesty's Minister Gao took the initiative to step forward, bowed and said to His Majesty: "Your Majesty, I think we can bring all the civil and military officials with us this time. I heard that the vast Poyang River is a magnificent sight. Why not let the local governor build a palace for Your Majesty that is suspended on the water to show the superb craftsmen of our Great Wei, and also let the local officials of all ranks see the emperor's face."

Gao Shilian's words made the emperor's eyes narrow. The smile on his face gradually disappeared. He held the handle of the dragon throne tightly with his hands, his chest heaving, and he looked extremely angry.

The meaning of this statement is very clear. It is okay to go if you want, but you can't just go there casually. It is reasonable to have a whole palace on Poyang Lake, right? Otherwise, where would the emperor stay when he goes on tour? And what about the officials paying homage to him? This is clearly pushing the emperor to indulge in extravagance. Moreover, this tour uses local finances, and it is no exaggeration to say that it is a waste of money and labor, and this place is exactly the territory under the jurisdiction of Prince Teng.

If the money runs out and a disaster occurs, there will be only so much money left in the local area, and there will be starvation everywhere. By then, the Prince of Teng will be blamed, Lao Guo will be killed, and even the emperor himself will have to issue an edict of guilt.

Gao Shilian had already noticed the emperor's expression, but he just smiled and said, "In fact, I think your majesty has been in the imperial court for a long time and it's time for you to go out of the palace and observe things. I think Shangwen's advice is good."

Now, the emperor was put on the spot, and he wanted to kill Gao Shilian with a single blow. But this was just a thought. If Gao Shilian was killed, the country would be in turmoil. The nobles were always strong, but the kings were always changing. This has been the case since the Three Kingdoms period. If he could really compete with the nobles in the world, he wouldn't have to suffer this frustration every day.

"Your Majesty, I will send the Ministry of Rites to arrange the inspection. At that time, we can also invite foreign envoys and celebrities to join us on the southern tour, so that they can see the great power of the Wei Dynasty."

Gao Shilian!
The emperor's eyes were red, but there was nothing he could do. From forcing him to enthronize Princess Changchun, to forcing him to tour the south step by step, Gao Shilian was really the vanguard of the nobles in the front line of fighting against the imperial power, but he was very careful in his words and deeds, and there was really no reason to punish him. Moreover, the alliance behind him was huge. If he didn't do what he wanted, I'm afraid the grassland would attack the city again this winter.

Looking around, the court was isolated and helpless. The emperor could only smile bitterly and slowly loosen his clenched fist: "Then, Mr. Gao, you will go and supervise this matter, right?"

"The minister obeys the order."

It is said that the emperor smashed the bedroom after leaving the court, and was so angry that he sat there crying, but there was nothing he could do. However, he did not give up the struggle, and a group of fast horses galloped to Hongdu Mansion that night.

After a few days, the news from the court finally reached the local area. Prince Teng and Lao Guo both received the letter. They gathered together and stared at each other.

"This is his grandma."

Old Guo cursed casually, and the prince glared at him: "That's my grandmother too!"

But after a while, the two calmed down and sat there and began to sigh, the emperor's southern tour, the water palace, civil and military officials, foreign envoys, celebrities and talents. All kinds of keywords made people grin.

"This is damn..." Prince Teng pointed at the secret letter and said, "This damn Gao Shilian is just trying to take revenge on me!"

"Then what can you do? Think of a way. This is not a small matter. If you don't handle it well, you and I will be in big trouble."

Lao Guo's words made King Teng close his eyes and ponder: "When building a big ship, how big is big? How long will it take to complete? How many workers will be needed and how much money will be spent? I am completely in the dark about all this." King Teng also shook his head slightly.

At this moment, Lao Guo suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "That's right! Got it!!!"

"What's up?"

Old Guo shook his head and said, "There is a man in Jiangnan West Road who is good at engineering, water conservancy, and construction. If he were to come, he might be able to accomplish it."

"Who?" Prince Teng was also curious: "Is there such a talent in this area?"

"Huh? You don't know?" Old Guo smiled: "Your son-in-law!"

"Your son-in-law!" Prince Teng knew who it was at once, but he still couldn't help but retort: ​​"But maybe his little boy can do it?"

"No, it won't work. Come on, I'll take you to Xinping Township."

Prince Teng thought about it for a while, and thought it was feasible, so he accepted it. He decided to go there, but what should he do?

What is Xia Lin doing at this moment? Comrade Xia is squatting at the dock holding the blueprint and personally directing the workers to install the "tower crane". It is called a tower crane, but in fact it is not that exaggerated. It is just a crane with a mixed iron and wood structure made of refined steel. It is not difficult, but it can greatly improve the loading efficiency.

The weather is fine at the moment, and the sun is dazzling. Xia Lin has been sunbathing at the dock for seven days, and when he squats there, he looks as dark as a Kunlun slave. But this "tower crane" will be completed today, so he must keep an eye on it.

"Tighten it over there, the bracket must be fixed firmly!"

He was shouting, and now Zhao Da ran over and squatted beside him: "Sir, Miss Tang is back."

Xia Lin stood up immediately after hearing this: "You stay here and watch. I'll go back and take a look."

He walked quickly to Miss Tang's courtyard in Dou Fu Lane. As soon as he entered, he saw Tang Wanqiu fiddling with her flowers and plants. Xia Lin walked in and called out, "Wanqiu is back."

"Yes." Miss Tang stood up and lifted her hair, smiling earnestly, "I have good news to tell you."

"Our products have been chosen as tribute?"

"Ah."

Xia Lin laughed and clapped his hands, saying, "Okay, okay, I knew it would work. Now we are finally going to make a fortune."

Miss Tang sat down and poured a cup of tea for Xia Lin: "Our tea is already in short supply in Beijing. It was not so popular before."

"Of course, who doesn't want to use the same thing as the emperor, even if it's almost the same?" Xia Lin picked up the tea and drank it all in one gulp: "Wanqiu, don't forget me when you become rich."

Miss Tang poked Xia Lin's forehead with a smile: "You keep saying weird things all day long."

"Okay, you must be tired since you just came back. I'll go to the restaurant to book a table for you tonight to welcome you back. You should take a rest for a while."

"Yeah." Miss Tang nodded: "I haven't seen you for a few months. I didn't expect Xinping Township to be more prosperous than before."

"It will get better and better. In three years, there may really be more than 50,000 people here..." Xia Lin laughed: "I have answered the question that the young prince asked me two years ago."

(End of this chapter)