Dad, don't be greedy! My brother climbed into the emperor's bed, and I became famous overn

The Ming emperor's sword had already been silently hanging over the necks of all corrupt officials.

If they cannot handle the money properly as soon as possible, there will probably be no room for maneuver within three days.

Gu Mingyue crossed her arms and slowly paced in front of the spacious and luxurious canopy bed.

"Thousands of disaster victims..."

They lacked food. They lacked clothing. They lacked shelter from the wind and rain. They lacked all the basic necessities needed to survive.

"But at the same time, they have a pair of capable hands. They have a huge labor force. They have a strong will to survive, even if it means eating grass roots and tree bark."

She stopped and turned around abruptly to look at Gu Mingli, who was slumped in a chair.

"And I happen to have 100,000 taels of silver in my hand that must be burned to ashes within three days."

Gu Mingyue's lips slowly curved into a very clear arc.

Gu Mingli, who was still rubbing his sore wrist, raised an eyebrow.

His sister's smile meant that someone was about to be arranged in a clear and unpredictable way without even realizing it.

"elder brother."

"What?"

"What I need now is a 'money pit' that benefits the people but not myself."

She spoke slowly and deliberately, her slender white fingers tapping lightly on the table.

"One that makes Dad look like he's making money, so he's willing to invest more. But in reality, the more he loses, the better, preferably into a bottomless abyss where you throw money in and don't even hear a sound."

Gu Mingli answered expressionlessly:

"...Your precise description sounds exactly like my miserable life after transmigrating!"

This wretched place is nothing but a bottomless pit!

Gu Mingyue couldn't help but chuckle, but quickly composed herself, her face returning to its cold and professional expression.

"Enough with the small talk, let's work on this together. I'll be in charge of filling the money pit, but at the same time, I need you to seize the opportunity to propose a modern solution to the flood when you're chosen to 'climb the dragon's bed' and meet the Emperor. This is the most significant additional measure we'll take with the Emperor to save our entire family's lives."

"Only by demonstrating irreplaceable value can we truly achieve a balance between merits and demerits."

Gu Mingli gritted his teeth and nodded resolutely, "Fine! Anyway, our mission is to patch up the loopholes for our cheapskate dad!"

"This time, I'm really going all out!"

"So that we can complete our mission and return to our original world as soon as possible, forget about climbing into the emperor's bed; I could even perform a striptease for him, and I'd do it all!"

"But... what exactly are your plans for settling those starving refugees outside the city?"

"It's very simple, just four words: work relief."

Gu Mingyue was confident, her bright eyes flashing with the sharp light of someone in a superior position.

"There are many ways to provide disaster relief. As long as the victims are resettled and there is no civil unrest that threatens the foundation of the country, then such disaster relief is a success."

"I hired disaster victims to work. I paid them wages. I bought food, timber, and all kinds of supplies. The money flowed into the market through transactions, and the disaster victims received their wages to buy food and survive."

"If the higher-ups investigate, it will be found that although our father embezzled disaster relief funds privately, he was just distributing them in a different way."

"The money is all spent, the disaster victims are alive, the stolen money has been laundered, and the system task is complete."

She clapped her hands:

"Perfect."

Gu Mingli couldn't help but vote for his younger sister in his heart.

Then he asked a crucial question: "So what project are you planning to do?"

……

at the same time.

While the brother and sister were engrossed in studying the blueprints, no one noticed.

At the corner of the corridor outside the room door.

A bulky figure in a purple official robe was pressed tightly against the wall, eavesdropping.

It was Gu Debai who had just left but turned back out of concern.

He didn't hear any specific words spoken at all.

Through the thick rosewood door, he could only vaguely hear a few keywords.

"...a money pit..."

"……Tibetan……"

"...Safer..."

Gu Debai wept uncontrollably.

He patted his chest hard, suppressing his sobs and trying not to cry out loud.

My dear daughter!

My sweet little darling!

Your father only casually mentioned that the Control Yuan was coming to audit the accounts, and you took the initiative to share your father's worries, searching overnight for a safer "money pit" to hide the silver!

They have truly inherited my Gu Debai's skills; the Gu family's future prosperity will surely have a successor!

He looked up at the sky with tears in his eyes, a surge of pride and satisfaction unique to an old father welling up in his heart.

Then, she turned around and ran back to her study.

He pulled out two thousand taels of his private silver notes from the hidden compartment, folded them neatly, and prepared to put them into his daughter's purse as a "hardship fee" later.

Anyway, he has plenty of money in his secret stash.

After breakfast.

Gu Mingyue changed into a low-key blue cloth dress, and only wore a plain silver hairpin in her hair.

The bronze mirror reflected a fair and delicate face, which, combined with her simple attire, made her look exactly like a modest young lady from a middle-class family.

The maid Taozhi watched from the side, feeling sorry for her, her lips pouting so much they could hang an oil lamp.

"Miss, why are you doing this to yourself! At least wear that red jade headdress when you go out, right? Our Prime Minister's eldest daughter, dressed like this, people will think you're some shopkeeper's maid!"

Gu Mingyue straightened her sideburns in front of the mirror and nodded in satisfaction.

"Hello, accountant girl. Accountant girl, keep a low profile."

Keep a low profile to make things happen.

She glanced at the countdown on the screen again.

[Mission deadline: 3 days and 21 hours]

[Current expenditure: 0 taels]

[Current remaining amount: 100000 taels]

Row.

set off.

……

The Prime Minister's carriage discreetly drove out of the back gate and headed south along Chang'an Avenue.

Taozhi sat in the carriage, with a plate of osmanthus pastries and a pot of hot tea beside her, and was diligently pouring water for Gu Mingyue.

Another maid, Liu Ye, stood guard by the carriage door, occasionally lifting the curtain to check the road conditions outside.

At first glance, the streets of the imperial city appeared quite bustling and lively.

The main street, a smooth dirt road, is bustling with traffic and people.

Shop assistants dressed in coarse cloth shorts stood at the shop entrances, warmly greeting customers.

Many locals set up small stalls, selling their own fruits and vegetables or wild game hunted in the mountains.

The sounds of vendors hawking their wares filled the air.

Once outside Kyoto, one can see large numbers of refugees queuing to enter the city.

They were dressed in rags and looked exhausted.

There was a disheveled woman holding a child in her arms who was pale and couldn't even cry.

An old man, leaning on a withered tree trunk, hunched over, his dim eyes gazing into the distance at the inspection station at the city gate.

The air was filled with a pungent odor that was a mixture of sweat, mud, and rotting food.

At the city gate inspection point, a dozen or so officers and constables dressed in black uniforms stood in a row, holding long sticks and maintaining order with indifferent expressions.

A gaunt middle-aged man knelt before the official.

"Sir! Please let me in! My wife is sick; she's had a fever for three days. If we don't get a doctor soon, she'll... she'll..."

"No!"

The leading officer kicked him to the ground.

"The Prime Minister has ordered that disaster victims are not allowed to enter the city! Get out of here! Take one more step and you'll be imprisoned!"

The man fell into the mud.

A group of equally emaciated disaster victims stood by, silently watching this scene.

The veins on their necks bulged, and their eyes were filled with barely suppressed rage!

Although no one is standing up to resist right now, a suppressed grinding sound can be heard.

This is a harbinger of riots!