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

Chapter 241 These two guys are really inappropriate~!

With a bitter face, Li Si led the old retainers out and went straight to the Imperial Medical Office.

On the way, the master and servant met the same bitter old Wang Wan. The two Great Qins looked at each other's bitterness, only grinning even more bitterly.

"What a crime~!"

"I'm not a son of man~!"

The two prime ministers sighed at the same time, and then walked together in tacit understanding, heading towards the Imperial Medical Office.

The officials of the central government came out of the palace together to go home, so they went out to the Imperial Medical Office at this time, as agreed.

Old Wang Wan and Li Si hadn't walked a few steps before they met brothers Feng Jie and Feng Quji, followed by ministers such as Li Yu, Mao Jiao, Ma Xing, etc. They hadn't arrived at the Imperial Medical Office yet, so they went out of the palace together The officials of the central government seemed to have gathered together again, not one, not one, but not one!
After the officials discovered this situation, they couldn't help but secretly wonder: [What's going on?Why do you have to donate again? 】

"Li Gong, how much did your family donate to the charity auction held by Her Royal Highness last time?"

Mao Jiao poked Li Yu, an engineering male next to him, and asked curiously.

Li Yu is a straight-hearted person. He raised the "Charity Fund Use List" that Yang held in his hand, and said without hesitation: "23 yuan, it says on it."

Mao Jiao nodded, but he was even more puzzled: "23 yuan is enough to build two Class B medium medical clinics, plus one or two Class C small medical clinics...Why does Li Gong go to the Imperial Medical Office to donate money?"

As soon as this question came out, the surrounding officials also pricked up their ears.

It is understandable that the Marquis, the Prime Minister of the State, the Captain of the State, and even the ministers are not satisfied with using a Class B medium medical center to highlight their own names.

But Li Yu and his father Li Bing's name, why do they need several medical clinics to show it?
None of the people in Sichuan knew the names of their father and son, and they even set up sacrifices for them early on, and worshiped them in the Dujiangyan area every year...

On the other hand, although Li Yu enjoys the annual salary of Shangshu, his official position is only the minister of the Ministry of Industry, in charge of the world's water conservancy, and his title is far from being a Marquis. The Class B medical center is enough to show his status.

If this is to donate a Class A medical center, how much is appropriate for other people to donate?
Shall we stop rolling?

Leave a way for everyone!
"So, I'm not going to donate money. I just want to go to the Imperial Medical Office to ask if the money donated by my family can be used to build two Class B medical centers and two small medical centers."

"Instead of mixing with the money donated by others to build that Class A medical center..."

Li Yu's answer was very clear, which surprised everyone.

But immediately, everyone couldn't laugh or cry. This Li Lao Er can really put his face down. I don't know if he is really transparent, or he thinks things are too simple by relying on the simple engineering male thinking.

There are so many mysteries hidden in the "Charity Fund Use List"!
In addition to the donated money, it is enough to build a first-class medical center.

And to take care of several state ministers and lieutenants of the country, and spend the money donated by their families on the construction of Class B or even Class C medical centers...

The rest, regardless of how much you donate, will be put together to build a Class A medical center!

Li Yu is the best example.

With 23 yuan, it is obvious that two Class B medium medical clinics can be built, plus one or two good small medical clinics.

But in the brochure, it was cobbled together with the money donated by several young nobles' families to build a Class A medical center.

Don't want your biography to be crowded with others?
Then I can only donate more money to build a Class A medical center alone...

And should I say it or not, the prime ministers and lieutenants of the country who have been given special care are really not happy, but instead have an inexplicably strong sense of shame...

Therefore, the allocation and use of the charity funds in the booklet simply implies eight hundred intentions, and the purpose is to urge you to donate more money!
And straight steel guys like Li Yu, who act according to their own simple emotions, are only a minority after all.

After all, the Li family father and son are not comparable to anyone. Their family's achievements and achievements are enough for the world to remember forever, and it doesn't matter if there is a medical clinic to flaunt it.

Everyone is incomparable, so he can't be as free and easy as he is. People live for a lifetime, but they are running around for fame and fortune!

As for the so-called fame and fortune, fame comes before profit, and only those who are famous are beneficial.

Especially in the pre-Qin era when righteousness was valued over life and death, name is life!
"Lack of virtue~!"

All the officials shook their heads and sighed, and continued to rush to the Imperial Medical Office, even though they knew it was a fire pit, they had to jump into it.

However, when they came to the Yamen of the Imperial Medical Office, they were taken aback by the scene in front of them.

In front of the huge yamen of the imperial medical office, it has been blocked by people, and they are all luxuriously dressed, many of them are officials from the big government yamen who came here during their lunch break, just like the officials of the central government.

But more of them are merchants who wear brocade clothes but have no crown or ribbon!
The Tai Medical Office seemed to have expected this, a row of long tables were placed in front of the door, and a huge silk map was hung on the wall beside the door.

It was a map of the territory of the Great Qin Dynasty, but it was very scribbled. It did not mark mountains, rivers, or towns and villages. There were only simple lines that divided the counties and districts.

In the jurisdictions of the counties, the three characters A, B and C are written in a patchwork manner, with the A character being large, the B character being small, and the C character being even smaller.

Among them, many characters A and B have been circled by cinnabar brushes!

The courtiers and merchants gathered around the table and reported their names, places of origin and the amount of donations. The scribes quickly recorded them in the book and called them loudly.

"Lu's family name, Wen, style name Shuping, ancestral home in Dang County, now living in the outer city of Xianyang, donated to build three Class A medical centers..."

"Bashi, named Qing, female minister of Jieyi, ancestral home of Bajun, now living in the inner city of Xianyang, donated to build four Class A medical centers..."

"Wushi, named Luo, doctor and minister, native of Longxi County, currently living in the inner city of Xianyang, donated to build nine Class A medical clinics..."

Following the roll call of the registered scribes, the scribes in charge of the map immediately circled the letters A on the map with a cinnabar pen.

There are fewer and fewer uncircled A characters on the map!
The central officials grinned secretly. These merchants are really willing to spend their money.

At the charity auction, the Naba family had already donated a Class A large medical center, and at this time they donated four more Class A hospitals, which was a small round number, five!

And Wu Shiluo was even more frantic. I don't know if he wanted to regain Yingzheng's favor by donating to build a medical center. He actually donated nine more Class A medical centers, and there were a total of ten before and after... That's the money , It seems that it is not money anymore!
"Gentlemen, please stay safe."

When the central officials were dumbfounded, a familiar clear voice suddenly sounded from one side.

The officials turned their heads to look, but saw that it was Qin Mo and Xia Wuqi, who came out from nowhere, each of them was holding a purple sand teapot in their hands, and they put it in their mouths from time to time to take a sip. !
"I've met Prime Minister Qin... Xia Yiling is very polite..."

The officials resisted the urge to gnash their teeth and behaved politely.

Qin Mo and Xia Wuqiu stuffed the teapot into their waist pockets, and smiled back with their hands in their hands: "Your lords are here, but do you want to increase the donation?"

The corners of the mouths of all the officials Qiqi drooped, but they didn't hold back.

Isn't this asking knowingly? If you two didn't come up with this trick, who would want to be taken advantage of and throw money?
Li Yu saw that everyone was silent, so he went out on his own, and said shamelessly: "Master Qin, my family has no money to donate. Can you divide the money my family donated at the charity auction last time to build a new building?" There are two Class B medium medical centers and two Class C small medical centers."

Qin Mo nodded without hesitation and said, "Yes, the donor has the right to decide how the money will be used. Li Gong can even designate that the medical center he donated to be built in a certain area, such as his ancestral hometown."

Li Yu was stunned, as if he hadn't expected such an operation.

After a while, he suddenly walked quickly through the crowd in front of the Imperial Medical Office, and came straight to the huge map, his gaze quickly locked on a letter A.

The character Jia is located at the junction of Shangjun and Guanzhong, probably where his ancestral home is!

"The Li family, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, donated 23 yuan in the previous charity auction, and today they donated another [-] yuan to build this Class A medical center... I will ask my retainers to bring the money, and I will be with you as soon as possible." I'll make a note, don't let others snatch it."

Li Yu pointed at the letter A and urgently urged the clerk in charge of the registration.

The registration clerk was busy registering with his brush like flying, and at the same time sang loudly: "The Li family, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, donated an additional 30 yuan, a total of [-] yuan, for the construction of a Class A medical center, located in Shangjun..."

The scribes in charge of maps were also busy dipping their brushes in cinnabar to draw a bright red circle on the Jia calligraphy, indicating that it was already famous and well-known.

Li Yu was instantly satisfied, stroked his beard and shook his head, and returned to the queue of central officials.

The central officials looked at him with helplessness and speechlessness. This second Li is really weird. He was still crying in the first sentence, and then donated another [-] yuan like throwing coins in the next sentence.

What about no money?

Why is this again?
Can't you save yourself some face?
Slap yourself in the face, doesn't it hurt?

The officials secretly complained endlessly, but they had to admit in their hearts that Qin Mo's various ways of raising donations were indeed hitting a snake and hitting seven inches, directly hitting people's weaknesses.

Xiang Yu has a saying, wealth and honor do not return to their hometown, it is like traveling at night in brocade!
This sentence is a universal value that has been used in ancient and modern times since the Chinese civilization. It was true in the pre-Qin period and it is also true in later generations. It is deeply rooted.

Don't you see, how many people who work hard outside are scolded as stinky beggars, but they are always decent and glamorous when they return to their hometown... In the final analysis, there is nothing more than this.

Li Yuneng did not hesitate to donate an additional [-] yuan to build a Class A medical clinic for his hometown. Perhaps it was due to the simple emotion of giving back to his hometown, but if he said that he didn't have the idea of ​​"returning to his hometown", I'm afraid he himself would not believe it.

But then again, Li Yu and other great sages are not exempt from vulgarity, so how can officials be exempt from vulgarity?

"Si first excuse me for a moment."

After a brief silence, Li Si bowed to Qin Mo and Xia Wu, walked quickly towards the crowded crowd, and moved closer to look at the huge map.

The ten Jia characters in Guanzhong have already been marked with eye-catching red circles, and most of the Jia characters in the counties near Guanzhong have also been painted with red circles.

Li Si thought to himself that it was a pity, and turned his attention to Shangcai County, Huaiyang County. When he saw that there was a character Jia that was not circled in red, he immediately said to the registration clerk: "Remember, Li Si, Minister of the Ministry of Punishment and Secretary of the Ministry of Justice, added Donate 20 yuan, plus the 30 yuan donated by the previous charity auction, a total of [-] yuan will be used to build a Class A medical center in Shangcai County, Huaiyang County..."

Shangcai is his ancestral home.

Seeing this, Old Wang Wan, Feng Jie and the others smiled wryly in their hearts, but they didn't hesitate anymore, and they all told Qin Mo and Xia Wujue, "Excuse me for a moment", and went to choose their own Class A medical center .

There are only so many first-class medical clinics, and in Guanzhong, a place with a prosperous population, only ten are built, and there are even fewer in other counties.

Merchants with deep pockets, however, have approved the donation of the Class A medical museum, because the Class A medical museum is jointly passed down by the emperor and empress.

Such honors, if missed this time, may not be available in the future, and money is secondary to them.

As a result, Class A large medical centers are more sought-after.

It's also fortunate that the officials didn't come too late, otherwise they wouldn't even be able to pick!
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Outside the crowd, Xia Wuqiu looked at the courtiers and merchants who actively donated, and the little pressure in his heart disappeared.

It's easy to do things when you have money, be practical!

"Look, Prime Minister Qin, there are even barbarian merchants here to join in the fun?"

Xia Wuju pointed to a Hu merchant with a high nose and deep eyes who was dressed as a Qin person, and said in amazement.

Qin Mo looked along his fingers, and said casually: "Everyone loves the beauty of Huaxia, so they naturally want to learn and even blend in, or... plunder."

Xia Wuji hesitated, took out the purple sand teapot and took a sip, but then changed the topic, pointed to the door of the Imperial Medical Office, which was full of people, and said with a smile: "Juechen merchants and merchants who have a little money, all look for it." Donated to build a Class A medical center.”

"According to this old man, before sunset today, the Class A Medical Center will be pledged for donations..."

"Unfortunately, with the existing doctors in Daqin and the medical students trained by the academy, it is only enough to support a small number of Class A large medical centers... If there are too many Class A medical centers, the second and third types of small and medium-sized doctors will go deep into the people. Museum, it will be understaffed...it's a pity..."

He was still smiling a moment ago, but at the end of the sentence, he sighed again, with a look of regret.

Qin Mo sipped on the purple sand pot, cast an angry look at him and said, "If you want me to come up with a bad idea, just tell me, why bother to put on such a deadpan attitude, those who don't know will think that something serious happened to you all the time!"

Xia Wuqiu hesitantly accepted the old melon's cowardice immediately: "Master Qin, there are still many rich and noble people in this world. Every ten days of every month or even every day, there are countless wealthy merchants who come and go to Xianyang. Not all the lords and ministers live in Xianyang."

"Today, the Class A medical center has been pledged for donations. I'm afraid that the wealthy merchants who will get the news in the future will not be interested in donating to the Class B and C medical centers... Is there any way to stimulate the nobles in the world? Rich merchants, donate more money to the second and third types of medical centers?"

All in all, he saw that the money from the fundraising was fast, and he wanted to do more in one go.

After all, after the construction of the medical center, there are still operating expenses, so there is no doubt that it is too much money.

Qin Mo pondered for a while and said: "This is actually simple. I will tell His Majesty later that no matter what kind of medical center A, B, or C are, as long as the donation reaches 30 yuan, I will bother Your Majesty and His Highness the Queen to do the biography in person."

Xia Wujue's old eyes lit up: "It's still Qin Xiang who has a quick brain, that's it!"

Behind the two of them, Li Yu listened to the conversation with a dull expression on his face: [These two guys are really inappropriate~! 】

(End of this chapter)