Since entering Beijing, King Guang has been very honest every day.
Every morning, before dawn, I stood outside the Golden Palace, waiting to kowtow to Gu Yihan and say goodbye.
Then walk back to Zhuyou Palace by yourself.
The ministers all saw it, and some people thought that King Guang wanted to please the emperor.
But some discerning people can see his intentions.
For example, Censor Zhang.
After the morning court was dispersed, in the imperial study room.
Several trusted ministers stood in front of Gu Yihan's table one by one.
At this time, Gu Nuoer was sitting on her father's dragon chaise and practicing calligraphy.
Gu Yihan held his daughter's little hand and taught her to correct the memorials one by one.
"Dad, can the word "get out" be written on the memorial?" The little guy raised his head, his moist and wavy eyes were full of knowledge and learning.
Gu Yihan put on a dragon robe and was full of heroic posture.
He laughed and said, "Nuoer, look, what is the matter written in this memorial?"
Gu Nuoer looked down and looked again: "It was the minister of Kezhou who was crying for poverty, saying that the yamen was not enough money, and there were rain everywhere, and many river dams were disrepaired for so long. Therefore, I asked the court to allocate funds."
Gu Yihan nodded: "Doesn'er know why Dad wants to criticize this word?"
The little guy pondered for a while.
She thoughtfully said: "The Minister of Revenue, who was responsible for sorting out the wheat harvest in various counties and counties, said that Kezhou was drought, and he had just experienced a minor drought last fall.
Due to the lack of water and rain, I asked the witches to open an altar to ask for rain. Therefore, the harvest in Kezhou was not very good last year."
The little guy suddenly realized.
"Dad asked this minister of Kezhou to get out because he lied! Since drought is the first, how could it be leaking everywhere? I'm afraid I want to ask my dad for money!"
Gu Yihan immediately smiled: "I am worthy of being my daughter, I understand it all at once."
Gu Nuoer's black eyes turned: "But Dad only commented one word, although it could intimidate officials, it was not enough to make them give up their desire for money.
Even if my father doesn’t give it to you, some officials may be robbing the people of their wealth and wealth. At that time, the people will suffer.”
Gu Yihan raised his eyebrows and felt it was reasonable: "What do you want to do?"
The little guy poked his chin with his pink fingertips and pondered for a moment.
The shimmering eyes were shining with the glittering stars.
She suddenly had an idea.
The little hand immediately corrected the pen and wrote down the beautiful font.
"The court wants to pay money and rent the fields that have not yet grown crops, and hopes to take officials as examples and lead the people to farm.
Therefore, if an official farms ten or even hundreds of acres of land, he can get a fourth-class harvest next year, and one person can receive one thousand taels of silver.
But officials need to supervise each other. If anyone is lazy and does not farm acre, he will give the people a fish and meat, the person who reports can receive a reward of 1,000 taels of silver, while the person who is reported will need to pay a compensation of 1,000 taels of silver. If there is any violation, get out first.
Kill, no mercy."
I saw her neat little calligraphy wrapping Gu Yihan's word "时" into a sentence and blending it into one sentence.
After finishing writing, the little guy blew the ink on the fold.
"In this memorial, my father arranged for an imperial envoy to take the officers and soldiers to Kezhou to supervise farming and farming."
Gu Yihan looked at the memorial and handed the memorial to his confidant ministers standing in front of him.
"Come on, let's take a look together, Noble's magical plan."
After reading it, a Hanlin fell into silence for a moment.
After a while, he bowed and said, "Your Majesty, Your Highness, I think this method is inappropriate."