Daqin: The poorest prime minister, the first emperor begged me to corrupt

Chapter 192 If something really happened, it must be Prime Minister Qin, if you refuse to accept it, you can't!

"Your Majesty, I had a detailed discussion with Da Zongzheng the day before yesterday, and carefully calculated with him the annual expenditure of the Royal Clan..."

"If Your Majesty exempts the world from counting gifts and withdraws the royal family's expenses from the national treasury every year, the ratio of one hundred and fifty is really appropriate!"

Mao Jiao, who used to be Zhisu Neishi and is now the Minister of Finance, has a constipated expression on his face, but speaks righteously on his mouth.

Ying Zheng crouched at his desk to review the memorabilia, nodded slightly when he heard the words, and let out a noncommittal nasal voice: "Oh~!"

Then, there was no movement.

The hall fell silent, only the rustling sound of Ying Zheng flipping through the paper memorial.

Mao Jiao had no choice but to secretly smile bitterly, and could only wink wildly at Lao Wang Wan, Li Si, Meng Tian, ​​Feng Quji, Feng Jie and others.

【Brothers, say something...】

[Do you want to go out and be spit on by the people? 】

[You're about to become a street rat, so don't worry about your face, you should take it easy! 】

Everyone received Mao Jiao's eye signal, but their reactions were different.

Meng Tian lowered his head and looked at the Wuban in his hand. He looked extremely serious, as if there was a fascinating little H text written on the Wuban...

How long has he just returned to Xianyang, and he is not yet familiar with many government affairs.

This time Yingzheng and the courtiers fought for profit, he didn't participate at all, he was completely lying on the ground, and was spat on by people who didn't know the truth, he was wronged to death!
As for Feng Quji and Feng Jie, the two brothers of the same clan, their necks were stuck, and there seemed to be dissatisfaction.

Compressing the expenditure ratio of the royal clan is to safeguard the interests of the national treasury.

And safeguarding the interests of the treasury is safeguarding the interests of the military and civilians in the world.

But unfortunately, the common people don't understand, the fact makes these two brothers surnamed Feng depressed and helpless...

As for Li Si, he is not as tough as the Feng brothers!
He is an 'emperor supporter'. He is what the first emperor said. A few days ago, he followed the crowd to reduce the expenditure ratio of the royal clan. In fact, it was just because he just took the position of the last prime minister and wanted to be more grouped with his colleagues. , I regret it now.

In the end, Lao Wang Wan, as well as Yao Jia, Dunwei, Zhaoping, Ma Xing and other national lieutenants and monks, are just like Mao Jiao... they have to face!
They just want to settle this matter quickly!

Of course... all the ministers present are decent people, and no one is shameless. Whether it is lying on the ground, resentment, or regret, they all want to settle this matter as soon as possible.

It's just that the degree of urgency varies from person to person, so the one who takes the lead is naturally the most eager one!
Mao Jiao glanced around and found that everyone was calm, and no one was willing to speak first.

Finally, his eyes fell on Lao Wang Wan!
The eyes of Meng Tian, ​​Li Si and others finally fell on Lao Wang Wan!
In the absence of Qin Mo, all the officials in the palace are Lao Wang Wan the biggest, and they should show the courage to take the lead and be a good brother...

You know, if the young prime minister was here, he would definitely stand up first, and he really dared to step up if he had something to do.

As a "prime minister" in the actual sense, shouldn't you follow suit? !
"Tsk..."

Old Wang Wan met everyone's earnest gazes, and couldn't help feeling a toothache.

I want to follow suit, but I have to have someone with such a big face, the one on the steps who pretends to be stupid, has to be willing to listen to the old man!

"Huh...cough..."

Old Wang Wan took a deep breath, coughed twice, and said bravely: "Your Majesty, the minister waited arbitrarily, since Mao Shangshu said that the ratio of one hundred and five is appropriate, then the ratio of one hundred and five is set as Forever."

Meng Tian, ​​Li Si and the others immediately followed suit and said: "What Mr. Wang said is true. The previous ministers made an arbitrary decision. Since the ratio of one hundred and five is appropriate, it should be a permanent rule~!"

Without raising his head, Ying Zheng let out a noncommittal nasal voice again: "Hmm."

A ratio of one hundred and five, what about sending the beggar's head?
If you don't add more now, don't even think about ending this matter!
Old Wang Wan grinned and gave everyone a look of "I can't say no".

All the ministers winked, and replied with the look of 'try harder'.

Lao Wang Wan had no choice but to hand over the board to his left hand, and gently spread five fingers of his right hand and shook them, then curled up four fingers, leaving only his index finger and shook it, which means: [Add a little more, add to the hundred and sixty Compare! 】

Meng Tian, ​​Li Si and others subconsciously wanted to nod.

But Er Feng and several honest ministers were the first to shake their heads.

Especially Mao Jiao, even shaking his head and waving his hands, resolutely disagreed: 【Add a little more, that would be a golden mountain gone, the treasury can't be defeated like this! 】

"Report to Your Majesty, the Shaofu ordered Gan Luo to have an audience."

Just when Zhu Wenwu was tangled and weighing, the caller's communication sound suddenly sounded outside the hall.

Ying Zheng paused while reading the memorial, then nodded slightly.

Seeing Zhao Gao, he immediately shouted: "Call~!"

Leaning slightly, Gan Luo strode in, bowed his hands and said: "See Your Majesty."

Ying Zheng waved his hand lightly, and Gan Luo then accepted the courtesy, and turned to the people in the hall: "All gentlemen are polite."

Everyone smiled wryly and bowed their hands in return, then raised their chins to Ying Zheng on the steps, signaling him to persuade him as well.

Gan Luo shook his head. After the change of official position, although his young mansion still retains the right to discuss government affairs, he is now a serious minister, and he gets the inner treasury salary.

If you give advice on this matter, you will inevitably be suspected of eating inside and outside!
However, seeing the bitterness on the faces of all his colleagues, he didn't mind helping them.

And what should I say, he didn't dare to drive in a car today, but rode a horse in the city, and he was also scared by the people who spat at him...

After all, the common people don't care whether you are an internal minister or a foreign minister, they only know that those who drive with three horses or more are eating their taxes and offerings, but they don't do anything about human affairs!
Gan Luo took out Qin Mo's memorabilia from his sleeve, raised his hands high and said in a loud voice: "Your Majesty, Prime Minister Qin has a memo about the cooperation workshop, and the envoy will forward it on your behalf."

Zhao Gao hurriedly came down to pick it up, then quickly stepped up the steps and placed it on Yingzheng's desk.

Ying Zheng always put Qin Mo's memorials first, so he put aside the half-read memorials in his hand and picked up Qin Mo's memorials to start watching.

"Very good, as it should be."

After reading it carefully, Ying Zheng nodded subconsciously and murmured, then picked up the ink brush, drew a big circle on the memorial, and handed it to Zhao Gao again.

At the same time, Gan Luo said to His Majesty: "The Shaofu should follow Qin Qing's policy to formulate a piecework work method, and quickly implement it in the workshop. Don't slack off!"

"Here."

"Sir, retire!"

Gan Luo bowed his hands to accept the order, took Zhao Gao's pass and came back to give a memorial, and retreated outside the hall.

However, when passing by the ministers, he raised the memorial in his hand, opened and closed his mouth slightly, and silently said three words: [Looking for Prime Minister Qin~! 】

All the ministers are human beings, and they immediately understood what Gan Luo meant.

Everyone noticed that Ying Zheng attached great importance to Qin Mo's remonstrance and memorabilia.

Therefore, they are just wearing their mouths here, and I'm afraid it's not as effective as Qin Mo's last memorial.

[Well, if something really happens, it has to be Qin Xiangshang, I can't accept it! 】

Everyone's hearts suddenly became clear, and they stopped arguing with Ying Zheng who was pretending to be stupid. They all bowed together and said: "The ministers are also retiring."

Ying Zheng was already at his desk reviewing the memorabilia at this time, and once again made a nasal sound without raising his head: "Hmm."

But after everyone exited the hall, he raised his head, and a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The smile got bigger and bigger, and finally he couldn't help laughing: "Wow, ho ho ho, these old coffins...Old Aiqing, they still want to ask Qin Qing for help?"

"If they know, all of this is Qin Qing's plan, I'm afraid they will spit blood out of anger!"

Zhao Gao laughed at the side, but after laughing for a while, he seemed to think of something, and suddenly said: "Your Majesty, if Prime Minister Qin can't stand the soft words of his colleagues, should he really go to the memorial to persuade His Majesty to accept the ratio of one hundred and five? "

"Ho ho ho ho... hiccup~!"

Ying Zheng's laughter faltered for a moment, and then he shook his head again and again and said, "It's useless for him to go to the memorial. It's about the future of the clan. I have to think about my relatives..."

"No... I'll change my clothes and go take a look, I can't let them ruin my plan to increase the income of the internal treasury!"

As Ying Zheng spoke, his irritable temper began to flare up again, but he couldn't sit still anymore. He put down his ink brush and memorial, and got up to change his clothes.

Seeing this, Zhao Gao dared to rush to arrange guards.

……

Later, Ying Zheng changed into casual clothes, and surrounded by Zhao Gao, who also changed into casual clothes, and a large number of guards, he rode out of the palace to chase the officials.

Zhao Gao asked the imperial guards to explore the way ahead, and when he learned that the ministers were going to Shanglin Garden through the corridor, the group of people followed suit through the corridor.

"Zhao Gao, you go out of the corridor and take a small path to inform Qin Qing, so that he can avoid it, and don't want to meet Zhuqing."

"After these few days, the central exam will be held, Zhuqing will have no time to spare, and go to Shanglinyuan to pester him!"

The more Ying Zheng thought about it, the more worried he became, so he gave Zhao Gao an order.

This procrastination formula is indeed a good method.

When the ministers are busy with the Central Central Examination, it will be the summer harvest, and the people must be more anxious, eagerly waiting for the imperial edict to exempt the calculation of Fu from Yingzheng.

But the common people are anxious, and it is the officials who bear the pressure, and Yingzheng can get whatever they want!
"Here."

Zhao Gao bowed his hands to receive the order, and immediately urged his horse to hurry, found an exit for the patrol soldiers in the corridor, walked out of the corridor in the rain, and took a small path to Shanglinyuan.

……

The horse that Zhao Gao rides is an imperial horse rewarded by Yingzheng.

Therefore, in less than half an hour, he rushed to the front of the group of officials and arrived at the martial arts hall in Shanglin Garden.

However, when Zhao Gao arrived at the martial arts hall, he was taken aback.

When I came last time, the martial arts students in armor on duty in front of the gate were gone, only a fat man in a greasy apron was left, yawning lazily in front of the gate, he seemed to be the chef of the canteen of the martial arts hall.

The point is, the martial arts hall is too quiet, it seems that there is no one in the hall!

"People in the martial arts hall?"

Zhao Gao stopped his mount in the rain, and asked the fat cook who hurriedly pulled himself together.

The fat cook didn't answer his question, picked up a long halberd from the door, and asked cautiously: "Who are you? This martial arts hall is a military forbidden area, and idlers are not allowed to approach, let alone inquire about it!"

Zhao Gao got off his horse, took out his talisman and official seal from his arms, handed it over and said, "I am Zhao Gao, the commander of the CRRC Mansion, and I have come to look for Minister Qin by order of His Majesty the First Emperor, and let me know if I have anything to do!"

The fat cook took the talisman and official seal, looked at it carefully for a while, then raised his head and said, "I can't read."

Zhao Gao: "..."

If you don't know how to read, you'll spend a lot of time reading blindly. This won't waste your time.

"You wait, I'll report to old General Mengwu and let him have a look..."

The fat cook told Zhao Gao, then turned to the gatehouse next to him and shouted: "You all come out, watch him!"

After all, shaking his body full of fat, he ran into the rain curtain deep in the martial arts hall.

In the gatehouse, several cooks also wearing aprons walked out, holding weapons in their hands to keep Zhao Gao out.

Seeing this battle, Zhao Gao was speechless but puzzled, where did all the martial arts students go?

After about a cup of tea time, old Meng Wu, wearing a coir raincoat, came to the door of the martial arts hall with the support of the fat cook.

"I met old General Meng."

Zhao Gao hurriedly bowed his hands to salute.

Old Meng Wu and Zhao Gao knew each other, first returned the talisman and the official seal to him, and then said with a hand in his hand: "It's a coincidence that the order of the Zhao family came, Qin Xiang took the martial arts students out this morning for a long-distance march and practice, and now Not in the Martial Arts Academy."

Zhao Gao was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Where did you go? When can you go back?"

Old Meng Wu pointed to the west, and explained: "Going west, to Longxi County, I don't know when I will be able to return..."

"However, I think it will take at least ten days before I can return. If the Zhao Fuling has an urgent order from His Majesty, you might as well go after it."

"If it's not an urgent order, you can tell me. I will tell Prime Minister Qin later."

Zhao Gao was a little stunned. It had been raining and raining for the past few days, and Qin Mo actually took his martial arts students out for military training, and he went to Longxi County.

This is really exercising people to death!

"Qin Xiang and Wu students, didn't they just set off this morning?"

Zhao Gao was stunned for a moment, but suddenly asked curiously.

Old Meng Wu nodded: "Exactly."

Zhao Gao was stunned, his expression became a little strange.

Could it be that he guessed that the officials would come to him for help, so he slipped away as soon as possible?
Seeing his strange expression, old Meng Wu seemed to have thought of something, so he said suspiciously: "The course of the long-distance march will not be held until a few days later."

"But after Prime Minister Qin came back last night, he suddenly adjusted the course and moved it forward. He insisted on braving the rain... Could it be that he was hiding from someone?"

Hearing what he said, Zhao Gao's guess was immediately confirmed, and he said with a smile: "Your Majesty ordered Gao to come here to inform Prime Minister Qin and avoid the officials who came to look for him."

"Unexpectedly, Prime Minister Qin had already predicted the enemy and avoided it early, hahahaha..."

Old Meng Wu asked curiously: "Why did the ministers come to look for Prime Minister Qin? Why did Prime Minister Qin avoid it?"

Zhao Gao finally stopped laughing, and told old Meng Wu what happened outside.

Qin Mo planned to increase the income of Yingzheng's internal treasury, and Zhao Gao watched the whole process from the beginning, so he was also aware of many secrets that others did not know.

At this time, the story to old Meng Wu was also detailed, and he couldn't stop smiling when he heard it.

In the end, Zhao Gao instructed: "According to the time, the officials should have arrived. Old General Meng should know how to deal with it. Don't tell the officials about my visit."

"I'll go back and tell His Majesty, goodbye!"

Zhao Gao bid farewell to old Mengwu, got on his mount, disappeared into the rain quickly, and went back around a long way to look for Yingzheng.

……

About a quarter of an hour after Zhao Gao left, all the ministers came, either wearing coir raincoats and riding horses, or driving in vans.

The fat cooks at the gate had already received old Meng Wu's orders, and performed the previous process again.

In the end, it was Old Meng Wu who came out to deal with it. He told the officials that Qin Mo and Wu students were away for a long-distance march and training, and it would take more than ten days to return.

This old man is also very bad. Knowing that Ying Zheng didn't want the ministers to find Qin Mo, he still informed the ministers of Qin Mo's whereabouts. He didn't know what he was thinking...

"Father, if we chase now, can we catch up with Prime Minister Qin before dark?" Meng Tian asked tentatively.

Old Meng Wu said ambiguously: "It's really hard to say, maybe we can catch up, or maybe we can't catch up... It depends on how Prime Minister Qin arranges the marching distance!"

Saying this is the same as not saying it.

"We have to try chasing after him, otherwise we won't be able to go out in the next few days." Mao Jiao said hesitantly.

Everyone immediately nodded in unison: "Then chase...If you can't catch up with Prime Minister Qin, you won't go back to Xianyang...If you don't go back to Xianyang, you will be spurned by the people!"

Everyone is a shameless person, and being cast aside by the people is even more difficult for them to accept than killing them directly.

After the consensus was reached, all the people did not delay any longer, and followed the road guided by old Meng Wu, those who rode by car, those who rode horses, and went directly to chase Prime Minister Qin.

Meng Tian was a little behind, pulled his old father and said: "Father, the court hall is really not a place for a son to stay. This time, people are sitting at home and disasters come from the sky. My son didn't get involved at all, but he was inexplicably killed by him." It is really wronged that the common people cast aside it."

Old Meng Wu narrowed his cloudy eyes slightly, and said with a smile: "You will get used to it gradually in the future. When you were in charge of internal history in Guanzhong, didn't you do a good job!"

Meng Tian saw that his father didn't answer his words and chatted to death directly, so he stopped beating around the bush and went straight to the point: "Father is getting old, he should go home to take care of himself."

"It just so happens that my son is not suitable for court, so let your son take up the position of the martial arts hall keeper, okay?"

Old Meng Wu asked with a smile: "Last time you wrote to Prime Minister Qin, asking him to persuade your father to give up this position to you. At that time, your father had already given Prime Minister Qin an answer. Didn't Prime Minister Qin reply to your letter? "

Meng Tian shook his head: "No, how did father answer Qin Xiang?"

Old Meng Wu said quietly: "I'll ask him to give you a word back."

Meng Tian knew his old father too well, and he felt a little bad when he heard the words, but he still asked, "What word?"

Old Meng Wu's cloudy old eyes stared: "Get lost~!!!"

As he spoke, he raised his foot and kicked: "You are an unfilial son, the old man has managed to find a comfortable job, and you think about it all day, why do you want to die?"

Meng Tian was very experienced, so he dodged immediately, led the horse and ran: "If you don't let me, you won't let me... Father, don't worry, don't worry..."

"If you dare to take the old man's position again, you see, I can't kill you~!"

Old Meng Wu cursed and chased half a mile behind, and stopped panting when he saw the bastard running away.

Then, he turned his head and shouted to the fat cooks watching: "Prepare the horse, the old man is going to inform His Majesty that the ministers are chasing Prime Minister Qin."

"Hey, the show has just begun, there is something exciting to watch~!"

(End of this chapter)