"What did you say?!"

"Say it again!"

“How much is missing?”

Outside Chongwen Gate, Hu Yingjia, who was carrying the salute, looked as if he was ashen and stunned. He suddenly snatched the whip from the coachman's hand and slapped it hard on the carriage.

Hu Yingjia is Xu Jie's confidant disciple. Those who came to see him were all accomplices, Lin Run, Zou Yinglong, and Wei Shiliang. The ones who rushed over to the scene brought this news that shocked everyone.

The Zhenhai account was compiled by Ningbo Government Office and directly contacted the Ministry of Revenue in Beijing. Suiyuan secretly used methods. In addition, Hou Ruliang, who knew the inside story, Wang Bengu did not reveal it until the account entered the Ministry of Revenue that the news spread.

Nearly 400,000 taels of tax silver were lost in six months, and Tang Jingchuan, the prefect of Ningbo who collected the tax silver, had passed away. No matter how the court held accountable, the next Ningbo prefect must shoulder this burden.

Lin Run and Zou Yinglong both noticed the strangeness, and Hu Yingjia cursed in his heart... As expected, he did not regard himself as a person in the Suiyuan. He didn't even reveal such an important matter!

Thinking about the secret talk last night... Hu Yingjia was a little surprised at the time. Why did he take action against the Dong family? Eighty-most of the Dong family was the culprit!

After thinking for a long time, Hu Yingjia bowed his hand expressionlessly and got on the carriage... What else can he do? Now he runs to the Ministry of Personnel to abdicate and give way to the wise?

Wei Shiliang sighed: "Brother Kerou is not lucky, if it is a few days late..."

"Unlucky?" Zou Yinglong sneered: "March 14th today... Although it has not been checked, Zou can conclude that the accounts entered Beijing in previous years must have been before the tenth day of the lunar month!"

Lin Run nodded in agreement, "Dian Kerou took office as the prefect of Ningbo yesterday, and today's tax and silver accounts entered Beijing... It's no coincidence."

This is a very logical judgment, so many people can see it, so Chen Younian could only shrink his neck and endure the spit from the blunt mouth of the Minister of Revenue Fang Fang.

"At the end of last year, Tang Jingchuan reported that the smuggling of large Southeast households has led to a reduction in tax and silver..."

"Hu Kerou took office as the prefect of Ningbo, and her accounts will be in Beijing today!"

"You Suiyuan is so brave!"

"He Qian Zhancai is really... His heart is devastated!"

Looking at Chen Younian on the opposite side, Fang Dun turned his head and stared at a gray-haired and short-sized old man, shouting: "Lu Pingquan, look at the good students you taught!"

Although Lu Shusheng was highly respected, his qualifications were too bad and his political sensitivity was far worse. However, he had enough knowledge of Qian Yuan and suddenly said: "I heard... the day before yesterday, the Ministry of Personnel recommended the candidate for Ningbo prefect, and he was also on the list?"

"Oh oh!" Fang Dun reacted, "Dengzhi wanted to leave and get out of here!"

Chen Younian couldn't help but argued: "If the officials want to escape, how can they choose the Ningbo prefect?"

Fang Dun sneered: "Who knows what kind of situation Qian Zhan has set up in the southeast? Maybe you, Chen Deng, will have an immediate surge in taxes and silver!"

Chen Younian wanted to explain a few more words, but he didn't know what he remembered and lowered his head. If he really went south, things would be really hard to say.

Fang Du became more and more angry the more he thought about it. He was so angry that he swept the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table to the ground. Now the financial situation in the court is much better than in previous years. However... Although the Ming Dynasty officials did not know the word "government budget", the Minister of Revenue wanted to do this.

The annual salary and military expenditure are all there, and the introduction of the previous years has drained a lot of financial resources from the Southeast region. If there is no way, we can only continue to squeeze out, but there is no Southeast tax silver.

In addition, Gao Gong has begun to gradually implement the new policy, and the first one to be tried was the one-whip method, but the effect is very poor and is subject to great resistance from the local area. The original grain and rice and wheat valley collection have been affected.

Although the tax and silver are only entered Beijing every three months or even six months, Fang Du had already divided the use and was originally tight. Now, he suddenly lost nearly 400,000 taels of silver. Old Man Fang was naturally furious.

"Six days ago, the magistrates of Haifeng and Jieshi counties in Guangdong Province wrote a letter. The villagers caused chaos and led more than a thousand people to attack the city. After failing, they broke into the Jiazimen Inspection Department and killed two officials and hundreds of households. The refugees gathered. One was not good, and another Zhang Lian!"

"Twelve days ago, Ningxia Governor Wang Xuefu wrote a letter, Guyuan, Zhuanglang Dilong turned over, tens of thousands of military households were killed and injured, and thousands of military horses were killed and thousands of them were killed. The Ministry of Revenue Taicang Warehouse asked the Ministry of Revenue to allocate silver to provide disaster relief."

"Pingquan comes from Nanjing. You should know that rivers are built and yellow flounder are controlled... Nanjing's Ministry of Revenue has no money, and it is still expected that the north will allocate silver!"

"The state affairs are so difficult, I..." Fang Dun sat down slowly with a sad look, "I am tired too..."

Lu Shusheng looked frosty and bowed, "I have time today, I will hold a banquet in the mansion and invite the Grand Secretary to gather."

Fang Dun blinked his eyes as big as a mung bean. The topic was changing a little quickly. You, Lu Shusheng, aren't such people? Could it be that Qian Zhan was ruined?

Who is the master? Who is the apprentice?

Chen Younian, who was standing beside him, coughed twice, "Today is the birthday of Mr. Pingquan..."

Fang Dun was excited, "Heiquan's birthday, I should go and congratulate him in person!"

Fang Dun met Qian Yuan who looked embarrassed and beat him up. Before he could scold him righteously, he had not yet asked him what happened... Lu Shusheng had already come out of the study indifferently, and had not changed his clothes. He was holding a pounding pestle in his hand. His smooth appearance showed that it was often used.

Everyone in the room was a little stunned, only Lu Shude looked gloating... Since thirty-three years after Jiajing, he has never seen his elder brother beat Brother Yuan again!

"Pingquan Gong..."

"Father, father..." Lu was in a panic and wanted to pull Lu Shusheng's sleeve.

Although Lu Shusheng was old, his body was really good. His feet were very neat. The clothes and pestle in his hand had already waved towards Qian Yuan's shoulders with the sound of wind.

"Ouch!"

Lu Shude, who was suddenly pulled over to block the arrow, covered his arm, "Brother..."

“Get out of here!”

"Okay." Lu Shude shook away the hands behind him vigorously, then grabbed Qian Yuan and sent him to the tiger's mouth.

Qian Yuan smiled dryly and looked at Lu Shusheng, "Sir, old man, listen to the explanation of junior..."

In this world, there are really no people qualified to fight Qian Yuan. The father Qian Rui and mother Tan are two, and the uncle Tan Lun is a man in the officialdom. His uncle Qian Zheng and his brother have already separated. They are barely qualified but will never take action.

Only Lu Shusheng is qualified and dares to take action.

In-law relationship, two generations higher, and Qian Yuan’s teacher is qualified from any angle.

Qian Yuan looked around and saw that a group of those who were not loyal, only Zhu Dashou came up to persuade him. Xu Wei, Yang Quan, Zhou Shi, and Xian Yu were all hiding far away, and Chen Younian even stood outside the door and didn't come in.

The most hateful one is my uncle Qian Zheng, who is still sitting there drinking tea!

Seeing that the pounding pestle was about to fall, Qian Yuan was forced to shout helplessly: "Mr. Li'an!"

Fang Dun, who had been watching coldly, finally walked over and said with a smile: "Hizuki Ganglie, this is the reason why I recommend him to return to Beijing."
Chapter completed!