Sanwen Yushi

"Supervise the censor Qiu Shenji, impeach the director of Jingyuan Fan Zheng for damaging the public and private interests, and buy a cart of straw from the director of Jingyuan for one penny."

Qiu Shenji couldn't hold it any longer and went to the palace to impeach him.

On the throne, Li Shimin stroked his forehead.

The little kid from Qiu Xinggong's family has a very strong desire for revenge, which is rare in the world. He will take a bite when he gets the chance, regardless of whether it will make his mouth full of teeth.

Even though Li Shimin repeatedly warned Qiu Shenji not to abuse public power due to personal grudges, Qiu Shenji remained extremely persistent.

Headache.

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

Qiu Shenji was so anxious that he ignored what he said. Do you know how much a load of straw should be worth? Do you know that the straw in the Jingyuan Director's office means burning the fertile fields?

If Fan Zheng had not paid a penny, this impeachment might really allow Fan Zheng to be fined.

Yes, it’s just a fine at most. It’s not of much value in the first place. It’s not even qualified to enter the procuratorate and file a file!

A penny, although symbolic in nature, shows that this is a transaction, not a free gift!

"Director Jingyuan, do you have any excuse?" Ma Zhou, the assistant minister of Zhongshu asked.

"The purchase of straw by the director of Jingyuan by Dunhua Paper Mill is true. One penny per cart is true." Fan Zheng did not blame Wo Long. He could not do such a dishonest thing. "Dunhua Paper Mill purchases straw and has account books. For the record, every car is paid with Kaiyuan Tongbao on the spot."

Then, Fan Zheng's eyes were full of doubts: "I don't understand. Is it because the imperial court does not allow the purchase of straw, or should I not pay?"

Qiu Shenji was furious: "Whose straw is worth a penny per cart? You are taking advantage of Sinong Temple!"

Fan Zheng's face was full of seriousness: "Please supervise the Censor, how much does a load of straw cost?"

Damn it, I know how much it costs!

Qiu Shenji was suddenly stunned.

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

"As a senior member of the Yushi Taichao Yuan, I teach you not to bring personal anger into official affairs. When you want to impeach someone, you must do your homework solidly." Fan Zheng sighed. "Fortunately, the Taiyuan Prison is not in control. In your hands, otherwise, I don’t know how many people would have died unjustly.”

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

Li Wei, the Minister of Sinong, held up the ivory wat and said: "This matter is an internal matter of Sinong Temple. I will handle it myself. Please give me your permission."

Li Shimin looked at this farce and felt a little unhappy. He snorted softly to show his agreement.

Li Wei spoke up: "Director Jingyuan sells straw for one cent per cart, which is slightly inappropriate. We should pay three cents for each cart. Fan Zheng, do you have any objections?"

Fan Zheng grinned and glanced at Qiu Shenji provocatively: "The superior officer's decision is extremely fair. The inferior officer will order Dunhua Paper Mill to make up the difference within three days."

"I wonder if Sanwen Censor is satisfied?"

Cheng Yaojin patted Niu Jinda on the shoulder and laughed wildly, his silk armor shaking desperately: "San Wen Yushi! Haha, one day I see that fellow Qiu Xinggong, Old Cheng is going to make fun of him! In the eyes of the Qiu family, only San Wen money!"

Qiu Xinggong was not a good person to begin with. He was a bad person to his brothers, colleagues, superior officials, and inferior officials. No wonder Cheng Yaojin added insult to injury.

The value of the straw was not high. No matter how many carts Wo Long sent there, the difference would not reach ten guan.

In the court, the imperial censor Li Qianyu felt ashamed when he was impeached for ten thousand dollars.

Li Qianyu snorted in his nostrils, and the Censor Wei Tai left the office: "Director Jingyuan reminded me about the Taiwan Prison, and the Censor Taiwan will strictly control it. Those with ulterior motives are not allowed to contact the Taiwan Prison, so as not to become a disaster."

Qiu Shen's face is as earth-colored.

Damn it, you failed in retaliation and your own reputation was involved.

Who is the "person with ulterior motives"? Shangguan, are you suitable to tell us?

After being publicly judged by the Censor, Qiu Shenji's days in the Censorship were difficult.

Unfortunately, although Qiu Shenji was secretly annoyed, he did not have the courage to retaliate against Wei Tai.

Wei Qu's authority is deep-rooted and cannot be resisted by a branch of his Qiu clan.

"Director Jingyuan, if we change millet to wheat, can we survive this winter's weather with confidence?" Li Shimin waved his hand to dismiss Qiu Shenji and asked patiently.

On a snowy day, Li Shimin also visited Director Jingyuan's wheat fields, but the place was too big and he didn't meet Fan Zheng.

Not to mention one or two more stones of grain per mu, just one more handful of grain can make many more people live!

Before, Li Shimin was just worried that there would be problems if he changed all the wheat, and he never doubted the yield.

Fan Zheng raised his scepter: "According to the calculations of the general manager of Jingyuan, the whole winter will not be too cold. We only need to prevent the spring cold."

Li Shimin snorted, and Taishi ordered his team to raise the wat: "The Secretary of the Taishi Bureau made a seventeen-year calendar in advance, which is the same as the prediction of the director of Jingyuan."

By the way, the current calendar is still the Wuyin Calendar created by Taishi Ling and Taoist Fu Renjun in the early years of Wude. Li Chunfeng, the current Taichang doctor, raised eighteen objections, but Li Shimin only adopted seven of them to revise the Wuyin Calendar.

Of course, Li Chunfeng's "Linder Li" was also criticized by later generations.

After all, climate changes in one period are different from those in another period, and the calendar must keep pace with the times.

"I went to see the wheat fields yesterday. More than 90% of them are growing well. Even if there are some withered and yellow ones, they should be able to enter the spring smoothly." Fan Zheng talked eloquently. "The director of Jingyuan and all the officials will work together to ensure that the wheat seedlings grow safely."

There is no need to give all the credit to one person. The kind of officials who take all the credit are either blinded by the Yellow River water, or they encounter an environment where they are eager for quick success and quick benefits.

The collective contribution belongs to the official, and taking all of it will only lead to contempt from others.

Li Shimin snorted softly and looked slightly relaxed.

If it is true, if it is promoted on a large scale, Datang can support at least one million more people, right?

According to the simple concepts of each dynasty, the larger the population, the better. It is best to have tens of millions of people. Soldiers can be recruited at will, and taxes will be infinite.

In fact, if we look at history, how many dynasties were not overpopulated, which led to the collapse of powerful dynasties?

The land annexation and fairness factors are only auxiliary factors. The main reason is that limited land cannot support unlimited people. Other factors just add fuel to the fire.

Even in the Zhenguan Dynasty, the one-tenth and twenty-mu permanent fields and the eighty-mu subdivided fields were only at the theoretical stage.

An old man who is seriously ill and disabled has forty acres;

Widows and concubines are given thirty acres;

Taoist priests are given thirty acres of land, women are given twenty acres of land, and monks and nuns are given the same.

However, if the land within the boundaries of a state or county is sufficient, it is called a wide township, and if it is not enough, it is called a narrow township.

The land in the capital is mostly narrow villages.

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

The population in the Zhenguan year was still far behind the prosperity of the late Sui Dynasty. It could still develop rapidly for several decades, so Fan Zheng did not need to be unfounded.

Maybe Fan Zheng will close his eyes before the day when the land becomes tense?

What is the difference between worrying about this thing and some people in later generations worrying that the sun will burn out in a few hundred million years?
Chapter completed!