Chapter 781 Follow-up (1)
There is no time to settle old scores now.
What next? When we have some free time, will we have to liquidate these followers of the Queen Mother?
I don't know who was the first to come up with a good idea. He opened his mouth to donate money and food to the people in the six counties affected by the disaster, so as to relieve the emperor's worries.
Not to mention, as soon as these words came out, Ma Yaozong's attitude became visibly more affectionate: "Your Excellency has such a heart, which makes me admire you. Your Excellency is about to enter the palace today and will bring your words to Chen Chang. History.”
The adult who came to plead for mercy breathed a sigh of relief and said hurriedly: "Then I'll trouble Ma Langzhong. This is what I can contribute, and I ask Ma Langzhong to forward it to Chen Changshi."
Ma Yaozong agreed and took the folded paper.
The paper is only about the size of a palm when unfolded, but the money and food figures listed on it are considerable.
After Chen Changshi read it, he stroked his beard and smiled, and said to Ma Yaozong: "Go and tell Yushi Lin tonight that I accept this intention. I will report it to the emperor in the future."
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That night, Ma Yaozong went to Lin Yushi's house and conveyed Chen Changshi's words to Lin Yushi.
On the second day, the officials who came to ask for help from Ma Yaozong, Tang Youyin, and Yang Zheng all showed true "sincerity."
After receiving Chen Changshi's instructions, the three of them accepted them all and presented them to the palace.
In just five or six days, there was a pile of papers like this on the emperor's imperial desk.
Jiang Shaohua looked through them one by one and smiled at Chen Changshi: "It's better to kill people. In just a few days, the money and food provided are already worth the share provided by the Ministry of Internal Affairs."
Chen Changshi smiled knowingly: "It is human nature to fear power and cherish virtue. The emperor will use his thunderous methods to completely clean up the palace. How can they not be afraid?"
No matter how ignorant they are, they will be the ones to clean up next.
Jiang Shaohua sighed again: "These court bugs, I wish I could slap them all to death. We can't rush it, we have to be patient and take it step by step slowly."
They can take out so many possessions in the blink of an eye, which shows that they all have rich wealth. Where did these rich family fortunes come from?
The government of Daliang was impoverished year after year, but the officials in the court were like worms, raised to be fat and in vain.
Cutting flesh and bleeding with a soft knife is not as satisfying as cutting with a single knife.
However, if you sit on the dragon throne, you have to think about the stability of the court and the overall situation. After thinking about it in my mind for a while, I have to suppress the urge to raise the sword and slowly control and train the courtiers.
While the monarch and his ministers were chatting and laughing in low voices, Wang Zhongshu Ling came with a solemn expression.
Jiang Shaohua glanced at Wang Jin: "What happened?"
Wang Jin cupped his hands and said: "Back to the emperor, Chen Changshi is about to leave. On behalf of the Wang family, I will donate some money and food and do my best. This is the list I have made. Please take a look at it."
As he spoke, he took out a neatly folded piece of paper from his sleeve.
When Chen Sheren was away, young Lu Zhen stepped forward, took it from Wang Zhongshu Ling's hand, and presented it to the emperor.
Jiang Shaohua opened it and took a look, his brows moved slightly, and he took a deep look at Wang Jin: "Is this what Prime Minister Wang meant, or is it your own private property?"
The numbers on the paper are naturally very rich.
However, compared with the huge Wang family, it is nothing. With Prime Minister Wang's temper, he would either not take action, or once he did, it shouldn't be this number.
Wang Jin was silent for a moment and replied in a low voice: "It is my own private property."
Sure enough.
Prime Minister Wang held his breath and did not retreat until now. Wang Jin couldn't persuade his biological father, so he took out all the private houses he had saved for many years. Jiang Shaohua said lightly: "Wang Zhongshu Ling, I have more than a dozen such lists here. They used to be members of the Queen Mother's party. Now seeing the situation in the palace changing, they were frightened and uneasy, so they donated some money and food, hoping that I am soft-hearted and spared them. It is not an exaggeration to say that these are money for atonement.”
"Prime Minister Wang has done nothing wrong. As for you, you have made a great contribution to serving the dragon. You have been conscientious and loyal this year. I know it in my heart. You can keep your private property for yourself. Although I am anxious to provide disaster relief, I will not even betray my loyal ministers. The private property must also be taken.”
"Take this list back."
Lu Zhen took the piece of paper back.
Wang Jin said with sincerity: "I have no other intentions. I just want to do my best for the people affected by the disaster. Please accept it, Your Majesty."
"If the emperor insists not to do it, then I will spend more time and ask my family members to buy food, and then send it to the flooded areas to give food and porridge to the hungry people."
Wang Jin looks gentle, but in fact he is soft on the outside and strong on the inside, and is very independent.
Jiang Shaohua raised his eyebrows: "That's okay. It's just this one time, it won't happen next time." Then he motioned to Chen Changshi to accept the list.
Chen Changshi didn't care at all and immediately accepted Wang Zhongshu Ling's "intention".
How Wang Jin and Prime Minister Wang quarreled and disagreed at home were all family matters and were unclear to outsiders. Seeing Wang Jin's donation of money and food, the prime minister's party thought about it, and then went to find Chen Changshi one after another to offer their efforts.
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Chen Changshi accepted all comers without rejecting them.
The more money and food the imperial court raises, the more people who have suffered floods will be able to share it, and it will be good to have more food in their mouths.
Three days later, Chen Changshi led more than fifty officials specializing in disaster relief out of the capital. General Liu accompanied him with 10,000 elite troops.
Jiang Shaohua led all the officials and went out of the city to see him off in person.
"Chen Changshi, save all the people who were affected by the disaster for me." Jiang Shaohua said in a deep voice: "Don't miss anyone who can be saved."
Chen Changshi looked solemn, raised his hands and responded: "I will do my best."
Jiang Shaohua specifically said to General Liu: "I entrust the safety of Chen Changshi and others to General Liu. I hope they can go safely and come back safely."
General Liu Surong responded: "Please rest assured, Your Majesty, I will never allow any young person to hurt Chen Changshi."
Obviously, in the emperor's heart, Chen Changshi's weight was far greater than that of the other officials combined.
Jiang Shaohua nodded and waved.
Chen Changshi and others saluted again, then got on the carriage or mounted the horse and drove away. Ten thousand elite soldiers rode forward, smoke billowed, and the ground was shaken by the horses' hooves, trembling.
Jiang Shaohua watched everyone go away until they disappeared, then turned around and rode into the city.
This was the first time she rode out of the palace since she entered the palace and sat on the dragon throne. Riding the horse forward in the wind, it seems that the huge burden on the shoulders has also dissipated in the wind.
Jiang Shaohua smiled in the warm breeze of the rising sun.
The people in the capital had already heard the news and crowded to both sides of the city gate. Tall and strong royal guards maintained the road with dazzling swords and guns, and the people could not get too close. However, through the crowd of heads, the figure of Her Majesty the Empress could be vaguely seen.
This is worthy of the people to boast about for a lifetime.
"Long live the Emperor!"
I don't know who it was, but it was the first person to shout.
Soon, one after another, the sound of the four words "Long Live the Emperor" was deafening.