Huang Laosi was very proud. He pushed two, five, and six, and succeeded in taking the blame.
Unfortunately, Huang Laosi didn't know that Changxian had changed in the past few months, and those calls of "Master Chu" were not for nothing.
"It turns out that Grandpa Huang took Zhang Songling's money." Changxian looked at Huang Laosi, his little face was full of distress for his old father, as if he really understood his old father's difficulties.
"Filial piety comes first among all good deeds. My sons and ministers know this and understand your difficulties."
"Yes." Huang Laosi followed Chang Xian's words and sighed deeply, pretending to be helpless and said: "If it weren't for this, how could Zhang Songling's business of working materials be so rampant? All it takes is an imperial edict from my father. Just be afraid.
Now, your grandpa is not happy."
"Father, please feel at ease. I will go and convince Grandpa Huang on this matter."
"ah?"
Changxian said like a child trying to stand up for you: "Father, please rest assured. I will definitely be able to convince the Supreme Emperor. He will tell the Supreme Emperor how difficult it is for you, Father. You want to punish the lawless merchants, but you are also afraid that the Supreme Emperor will be sad.
It's difficult to have both ends, I believe that the Supreme Emperor will understand my father's good intentions and cut ties with the Zhang family!"
Changxian showed an innocent and puzzled expression: "Why?"
"Your Grandpa Huang... Grandpa Huang is extremely stubborn. You are a junior. This matter... this matter..." Huang Laosi gritted his teeth: "I will tell your Grandpa Emperor about this matter."
"It's better for me to go. I will go with my brother. The Emperor loves his brother the most. He will definitely be able to..."
"Shut up!" Huang Laosi threw the whip to the ground and said righteously: "It is about the stability of the capital. How can you abolish the official position for personal reasons? I am the king and father of the people in the world. It is naturally up to me to persuade your grandfather.
Do."
"But Father, no matter how much you annoy the Supreme Emperor, you will still be a son-in-law..."
"Where does all this nonsense come from? If I say I will go, I will go. Don't talk too much."
"My son, I know."
Huang Laosi breathed a sigh of relief.
Changxian raised his head: "Then when will you go?"
"Fuck you..."
Huang Laosi wanted to take action again. After it was over, he was particularly upset because he found that he could not find a reason to take action.
"I'm busy with state affairs, so I'll go there when I have free time." Huang Laosi said with a dark face: "Why do I need to inform you before I can do anything?"
"I don't dare."
Changxian is not stupid, even if there are jujubes but no jujubes, he will hit three poles.
Could he not know that a lot of money from people like Zhang Songling had flowed into the palace? He knew it, but he couldn't explain it clearly.
Is it possible that if he directly goes to Huang Laosi and tells him not to ask for any more money or that all the money given is refunded, then Huang Laosi can beat him up to the point where his elder brother doesn’t even recognize him?
It was just a matter of trying to find out more. Of course, Changxian didn't expect that his father was so shameless that he would blame his grandfather for everything.
Seeing that Huang Laosi refused to let go, Changxian was helpless. Of course, he didn't have any expectations, because he knew very well that the internal treasury was not as good as the national treasury. With so many expenses in the palace, Huang Laosi had not drafted a show since he came to the throne.
, to put it simply, there is no money.
Huang Laosi was still unwilling to give in. He always felt that if he didn't take care of this kid, he wouldn't be able to sleep well at night.
Looking at Changxian, Huang Laosi started to find trouble again, and said in a deep voice: "I want you to wait to inspect the merchants, but you do it in the name of business tax for no reason. In the past few days, many officials in the court have complained.
If a merchant breaks the law, his shop will be closed down, and if he refuses to change despite repeated admonitions, he will be imprisoned in Jingzhao Mansion Prison. Everyone will know why they are causing trouble, and there will be complaints."
It was about Chu Qing, so Changxian quickly replied: "Master Chu said that the merchants in Beijing have concealed their tax returns. The amount is huge, and they must be made up for."
"It's really confusing. How much is the business tax? If there is such a big fight, it is better to go outside the city to measure the land and check those hidden households."
"Ke Erchen feels..."
"You think that's bullshit. What do you know? Do you know how many hidden households there are in the court officials' mansions alone, and how much grain production is concealed."
Changxian answered honestly: "I don't know."
"Since you don't know, don't talk nonsense in front of me to make yourself a laughing stock."
Changxian didn't say anything because he really didn't know about this.
Seeing that Changxian was honest, Huang Laosi's anger also subsided a lot, and he waved his hand: "Step back, if you dare to act like this in the future, I will not let you off lightly."
"Yes, I remember it, but... I just have something else to do."
"Say." Huang Laosi glanced at Changxian angrily. The more he looked at this kid, the angrier he became. He just wanted to get the second son out of the house quickly. Out of sight, out of mind.
"The commercial tax in Beijing has been replenished and should be sent to the Ministry of Household Affairs, which will make arrangements on its own."
"What can be done with that little money and food? The Ministry of Revenue can use it as appropriate."
"But Master Chu wants to borrow this money and food to use for the people in the capital."
Huang Laosi looked puzzled: "Rescue those refugees in Zhuangzi in the southern suburbs?"
"Not only that, there are other people as well."
Huang Laosi fell into thinking.
Recently, he has also been thinking about this matter. Although the refugees have a place to live, they consume a huge amount of food every day. Zhuangzi was built on Chu Qing's fiefdom. This means that Chu Qing has the responsibility to take care of these people.
To take care of the refugees, you have to spend money. Where would Chu Qing get the money to support these three thousand people?
In addition, he "inspected" the southern suburbs and gave high praise, and also divided Chu Qing's fiefdom there.
The most important thing is that as autumn approaches, once winter comes, refugees will come to Beijing again. By then, Chu Qing will have to find ways to get more money and food.
Thinking of this, Huang Laosi felt that he was a little less human.
It really doesn't make sense to want a horse to run but not let it eat grass.
"That's fine, but it's limited to the business tax paid by the merchants this time. Oh, and tell Chu Qing that this money doesn't need to be returned. It can be used on the people as long as it is used as a reward for the horseshoes and bull nose rings.
Even though the money and food cannot be used for personal use, at least he has the reputation of loving the people like a son."
After thinking about it, Huang Laosi looked at Sun An and said with great pain: "Take another three thousand... or one thousand string from the inner treasury, send it to Chu Qing, and tell him to take care of these refugees.
good."
A trace of contempt flashed across Changxian's eyes.
One thousand guans is enough.
Today's Chang Lao'er has also eaten with Chu Qing and met him. He really doesn't like Qianguan.
But Changxian also knows what the inner treasury is like. With just these thousand strings, Sun An may have to find a way to add some to it.
Huang Laosi looked at Changxian and said angrily: "I think Wei Changfeng and the Ministry of Revenue will not care about the taxes and money of this mere merchant. If Chu Qing can't convince Wei Changfeng, just do what I said, this money,
Let Chu Qing use it to help the refugees."
"Thank you very much, Father." Chang Xian smiled: "When Master Chu mentioned this matter to his ministers today, he promised to inform you again and again. Although the money is not transferred to the inner treasury but to the household department, it can be
My father is the king of a country, so I need you to nod."
Huang Laosi smiled slightly: "This Chu Qing still knows how to advance and retreat. Yes, logically speaking, although the tax money is not much, it is Wei Changfeng who has the final say. Chu Qing has his own intentions. This is the deputy commander of the emperor's army.
, what he did was decent, and he knew who he should sacrifice his life for."
"Yes, Master Chu said the same thing. Whether it is the household department or other government offices, it is you, the father, who has the final say. I know that my father cares about the people, so I boldly agreed to Master Chu, saying that it is you, the father."
I will definitely agree."
Huang Laosi laughed loudly: "That's natural. I am the king and father of all people in the world. Chu Qing will use the money for the refugees. How can I not agree? If you agree, you will agree. There is nothing wrong with it."
"Then I will feel at ease. These 113,617 strings and 321 coins will be used by Master Chu."
"Okay, okay, let's go down, I know..."
In the middle of speaking, Huang Laosi suddenly froze and opened his mouth slightly: "You... how much did you just say?"
"One hundred and thirteen thousand six hundred and seventeen and three hundred and twenty-one essays."
Huang Laosi's eyes widened, and Sun An beside him was also dumbfounded.
"Say it again, how much!"
Changxian repeated: "One hundred and thirteen thousand six hundred and seventeen thousand three hundred and twenty-one articles."
"It's one hundred and thirteen thousand six hundred and seventeen and three hundred and twenty-one articles."
Huang Laosi took a breath of cold air, and then his breathing became heavier and heavier: "One hundred and ten thousand guan, one hundred and ten thousand guan, merchant, merchant... merchant actually... actually made up for 110,000 guan?"
"So, one hundred and thirteen thousand six hundred and seventeen and three hundred..."
"The merchants can actually make up so much money, then they will make a lot of money on weekdays..." Huang Laosi ran up to Chang Xian, and when he spoke, his voice trembled: "Xian'er, you... you really promised Chu
Is it up?"
"That's the case. My son and Master Chu said that, father, you have the people of the world in your heart and will definitely agree."
"110,000 yuan, all...have to be handed over to the Ministry of Household Affairs?"
"yes."
"It has nothing to do with the inner treasury at all?"
"yes."
"Chu Qing didn't say, give some to the inner treasury...give some to the inner treasury?"
Changxian looked puzzled: "Father, this business tax has nothing to do with the royal family."
"Fart!" Huang Laosi became anxious: "Chu Qing is my deputy commander of the army, and you are my son. What you two do, why should you hand over the money to the Ministry of Accounts? Why does it have nothing to do with the royal family? That bitch
Wei Changfeng, you are so shameless!"
"Yes, but this is business tax."
Huang Laosi's eyes were red, like a beast, and he was breathing heavily, but he still tried to be calm and asked cautiously: "Xian'er, are you serious about your promise to Chu Qing and give him all the money?"
"yes."
"No room left at all?"
"yes."
Huang Laosi closed his eyes, his heart was filled with despair.
Just now, for a moment, just for a moment, he saw the talent show. Countless beauties were waving to him, "Come, come, Your Majesty, come and favor me."
There were also the concubines in the palace with their long skirts patched, who kept ogling him, ogling him, the emperor who held countless gold and silver jewelry in his hands.
That moment was so beautiful, but it went away so quickly.
One hundred and thirteen thousand six hundred and seventeen and three hundred and twenty-one articles have nothing to do with him!
Opening his eyes again, Huang Laosi looked at Changxian, as if he were looking at a prodigal son with no sun or moon.
The anger that had disappeared without a trace reappeared in my heart again, filling my chest. How could this wasteful thing be my own son?
Huang Laosi smiled very amiably: "Xian'er..."
Huang Laosi smiled and said these three words without any further words.
Changxian waited for a long time, and when he saw that Huang Laosi didn't speak, he subconsciously asked: "Father, you can just say it. I listen..."
Before he finished speaking, Huang Laosi immediately changed his face and kicked him out: "Okay, you dare to interrupt me, I have to give you a prodigal today!"