The imperial concubine was spoiled by the prince again

Chapter 199 Dilemma (2)

The emperor looked left and right and couldn't find anything to throw out, so he had to give up, but his tone was still exasperated: "I'm here to decide? Let me decide everything, what's the use of you?"

The courtiers lifted their official robes and knelt down, and said loudly again: "I am incompetent! Your Majesty forgive me!"

The emperor didn't look at it, and simply covered his eyes with one hand, and pointed casually with the other hand: "You tell me."

The old minister who was pointed at was panicked: "My lord, my lord, I think what Mr. Wang said is right. The food, grass and salaries of the soldiers at the border cannot be delayed, otherwise the barbarians will invade, not only will the people not be able to live in peace, but if General Huo is lost again, it will be difficult to get it back." Daxia’s city is even more disgraced!”

The emperor's face turned green. You were asked to express your opinion, but not to prophesy!

He moved his finger and changed someone: "You say."

The man was relatively calmer. He first glanced at the old minister who was still wiping his sweat: "I think what Mr. Zhao said is wrong. If all the money is transferred to the border, will the affairs of Lunan County be ignored?"

"As the saying goes, if you want to fight against the outside world, you must first settle down inside. If the interior of the Great Xia is not stable, how can we talk about fighting against the barbarians?"

The emperor asked: "Do you mean that we should focus on disaster relief?"

The man nodded, and the emperor asked again: "Then what do the border guards eat? Hunting by themselves?"

The man was stunned: "Yes, it's not impossible."

The emperor couldn't take it anymore, he pulled Eunuch Zhang's whisk and threw it at the man.

"Hunting? Eat white bears or snow foxes? If there are prey that can feed people, it's our Daxia's turn to hunt them down?"

"Are the barbarians vegetarian? Huh?"

The man was hit straight by the fly whisk, clutching his forehead and retreating, the next best thing: "Then why don't we squeeze here from the household department, and allocate a batch of silver taels from both sides?"

The emperor rubbed his temples and sat back, as if he said casually: "Come on, Zheng Shangshu, tell him, can the Ministry of Households approve the money for disaster relief and the military pay at the border at the same time!"

Zheng Lian never expressed his opinion from the beginning to the end, and he was still calm when he was called by the emperor. He only briefly reported the main income and expenditure in that official tone, and finally concluded with the expressions of the courtiers who didn't understand anything: "So before the end of the year , On the premise of not shaking the foundation of the country, the total amount of silver taels that the Ministry of Households can allocate is 500 million taels."

He looked calm, but the emperor clenched his fists: old man!It's tight to save silver taels in your hands!It's such a time and I don't want to spend more than one point!
The official who had just been smashed by the emperor silently calculated in his heart, and felt that 500 million taels was quite a lot!

So he became happy again: "Then allocate 250 million taels to one side!"

I think you are only two hundred and five!
The emperor couldn't stand it anymore, which idiot promoted this idiot?Do a bunch of stupid things!
He was too lazy to answer, and pointed at Sun Shangming casually: "You explain to him!"

Sun Shangming originally huddled in the crowd and pretended that he didn't exist, but he didn't expect that disaster would come. He carefully considered the language that would not offend others and said to the person: "Also allocate half of the words..."

In the middle of the journey, someone took his conversation away. It was Huo Jinhe who was about to explode: "Master Qian, do you want the frontier soldiers to eat half a steamed bun to kill the enemy, or use a broken sword to go to the battlefield? Or half of them are equipped with Weapons, the other half rely on hand-to-hand combat?"

Is that still a fight?
The official became distressed: "Otherwise, we will distribute more to the border and less to disaster relief, and wait for the household department to slow down and have money before we can buy supplies and send them to Lunan?"

Master Qiu, who advocated disaster relief just now, wanted to kick him: "Why don't you beg God to stop the drought in half a year?"

These words actually provided the official with a new way of thinking: "I have a solution!"

(End of this chapter)