What is not an imperial decree? To put it bluntly, isn’t it just a piece of rag?
Of course, what Zhao Huan was really interested in was only military spending.
The military expenditure allocated by His Majesty to the Tiger Wing Army must be at least 20,000 to 30,000 yuan.
If Shu Huhu Lu is brought back again, he can get another 50,000 yuan, which is 70,000 to 80,000 yuan, which is enough to solve the urgent needs of Yizhou Prefecture.
Zhao Huan was in a good mood instantly and secretly sighed that his trip to Taiyuan was not in vain.
"A magic tiger is worth 50,000 guan!"
"As expected of Wanyan Zonghan's personal entourage, he is indeed valuable."
Although Chen Zhao stayed behind in Bianjing, there was still no shortage of flattering voices around Zhao Huan.
Wang Daquan bowed and saluted, and said matter-of-factly: "Since Your Majesty is willing to allocate military expenditures, you should start with at least 30,000 guan."
"Congratulations, Your Majesty, for receiving 80,000 yuan in military expenses!"
Zhu Peng, who was standing by, shamelessly sang along with Wang Daquan.
"Your Majesty, what you said is wrong. What we can confirm now is only 30,000 guan. If the prince wants to get 80,000 guan, he must capture Shu Huhu Lu."
"You haven't even made a single horoscope yet. I would like to congratulate the prince in advance. Isn't it too hasty?"
Wang Daquan blurted out: "Shuhu Hulu dared to ambush the prince. According to the prince's behavior, it is natural that this guy will die without a burial place."
Zhu Peng quickly caught the question: "Yes, you dare to attempt to assassinate the prince. Even without your majesty's imperial edict, the prince will definitely turn him into powder!"
These words not only flattered Zhao Huan, but also hinted at Zhang Xiaochun.
Even if Shuhuhulu offends the prince, he will die. Your son dares to blackmail the prince, and trying to protect that evil beast just by relying on your old face is tantamount to a fool's dream.
Zhang Xiaochun naturally heard the implication of these two "minions of the royal family".
Obviously, if you want to save Zhang Qian, you must shed some blood.
However, Zhang Xiaochun was overjoyed. He had been in despair before, thinking that today the white-haired man would definitely give away the black-haired man. Now that he finally had the opportunity to save his son, he naturally would not let it go.
Moreover, Zhang Xiaochun knew very well that it was not an imperial edict that summoned Zhao Huan from the restaurant, but military expenses!
The only thing that can make Zhao Huan tempted is one word, money!
Zhang Xiaochun stepped forward quickly, and the brave warriors standing next to Zhao Huan raised their weapons one after another.
Zhang Xiaochun was startled, and quickly retreated, not daring to approach Zhao Huan easily again, and shouted from the air: "Your Majesty, please give me a price, how much can I pay to buy back my son's life?"
Zhao Huan never glanced at Zhang Xiaochun from beginning to end. When he heard that there was a profit, Zhao Huan instantly smiled and turned to look at the anxious Zhang Xiaochun standing opposite.
"When did Magistrate Zhang come? Why didn't you tell me?"
"Hahaha, although your son has to die today, I still hope to become friends with Magistrate Zhang."
How shameless a person can be to say such a thing without blushing or a heartbeat?!
Not to mention Zhang Xiaochun, even Wang Zhen's expression became complicated.
It's both funny and helpless.
Zhang Xiaochun can't control so much. As long as he can save his son's life, what does it matter if he gives up this old face?
"Does the prince have to kneel down and kowtow?"
"Your Majesty, please stop teasing me. As long as you are willing to save my son's life, I will spend any amount of money you have on me."
Zhao Huan actually started thinking about it in public, and even muttered a few words from time to time: "How much should it cost?"
Wang Zhen couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but sigh: "Your Majesty! Mr. Zhang, if you want to bargain, you might as well go to a quiet place."
"With so many people gathered here, aren't we afraid of being criticized?"
Zhao Huan shrugged: "Are you afraid of me?"
"My purpose is to raise military expenses for the soldiers of Yizhou, to repair their armors, to buy arrows, and to defend themselves against the Jin soldiers. What's so shameful about this?"
"Zhang Qian, a stinky boy, can do evil things openly and openly. Do I have to be secretive when I have to worry so much about my country?"
"It doesn't make sense!"
Wang Zhen was immediately speechless by Zhao Huan. When he looked at the people around him, he was surprised to find that the people looked at Zhao Huan with even more intense eyes.
Some older women even knelt down on the ground and worshiped Zhao Huan from a distance.
"The rumors are true, the prince must be the true king who has come to this world!"
"Your Majesty must be a living god!"
When Wang Daquan and Zhu Peng saw this, they quickly shouted at the old women and old men who were kneeling down to worship: "Don't talk nonsense!"
"The only living god in the Song Dynasty is His Majesty."
It's a pity that no matter how loud their voices are, they can't stop the enthusiasm of the people.
People kept shouting at Zhao Huan.
"Your Majesty is right! Why can those scourges be so arrogant, but the heroes who truly serve the country and the people have to be secretive?"
"That's right! Let alone bargaining in public, even if the prince sends people to empty out the treasury of Taiyuan Mansion, I won't think that the prince has embezzled it."
"If even the princes were a scourge for enriching their own pockets, then there would be no honest officials in the Song Dynasty."
"Humph, your master can sell a single calligraphy piece for tens of thousands of dollars, so why do you need to bend the law for personal gain, take corruption and accept bribes?"
Seeing the people's boasts becoming more and more mysterious, even Zhao Huan felt a little embarrassed.
His calligraphy treasures are indeed valuable, but as the saying goes, rare goods can be lived in. If you really have to sell out a pair of them every day, they will be on the street in a few days.
Zhao Huan did not respond to Zhang Xiaochun explicitly. Instead, he reached out and patted Zhang Qian on the head, and said with a smile: "Master Zhang, I always speak straightforwardly, so please don't take it to heart."
"With this kid's behavior, I'm afraid that since you became the magistrate of Taiyuan Prefecture, he has done a lot of harm to the village and plundered the people's wealth, right?"
"You and I are officials in the same dynasty and can be regarded as close friends. I will give you a friendship price."
"Let this kid spit out all the ill-gotten gains, and then impose an additional 10% fine on top of that."
"How about I spare this kid? I am a very righteous man."
Zhang Xiaochun's face turned red and he wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
How could Zhao Huan speak so bluntly? He clearly slapped Zhang Xiaochun's face.
The people present looked at Zhang Xiaochun with as much contempt as they could muster. His official prestige over the years had been completely destroyed in one fell swoop.
Zhang Xiaochun said helplessly: "I really don't know how much trouble this traitor has caused. After all, I am busy with border security..."
Before Zhang Xiaochun could finish speaking, Zhao Huan raised his hand to interrupt and signaled to you, old boy, to stop doing this.
Wang Zhen also tried his best and did not see any of his relatives causing trouble.
Indulgence is indulgence, stop talking nonsense!
Zhao Huan was too lazy to waste time on Zhang Xiaochun, so he reached out and slapped Zhang Qian on the forehead, hitting his son in front of Zhang Xiaochun. Zhang Xiaochun did not dare to say a word.