Daming Greedy Wolf Star

Chapter 132 Natsuhara Yoshi's Complaints and Hopes
Ministry of Accounts.

"Xia Shangshu, we meet again." Zhu Zhanhe smiled and handed the sign to Xia Yuanji in front of him.

When a vassal king comes to the capital, he also has a certain status in the capital. All these are paid for by the Ministry of Revenue, so Zhu Zhanhe also has to go to the Ministry of Revenue to make a handover.

"His Royal Highness?"

Xia Yuanji was originally immersed in official duties. Recently, he was almost busy due to the vassal king's visit to Beijing and the envoys from various countries paying homage. However, after hearing Zhu Zhanhe's voice, he still raised his head in surprise.

"It's been almost a year since we last saw each other, right? Xia Shangshu still looks as charming as ever."

Zhu Zhanhe smiled and took the brochure with the seal of the household department handed over by Xia Yuanji. This is what he will need to spend in Beijing for a period of time in the future.

"Xia Shangshu, you are busy, I will go back to the clan mansion first."

"Eh..." Xia Yuanji stood up.

"His Royal Highness..."

"Huh? What's the matter?" Zhu Zhanhe turned around with some surprise, and looked at Xia Yuanji who got up.

"Go for a walk?" After holding it in for a while, Xia Yuanji finally said this.

"I don't care." Zhu Zhanhe laughed and pointed behind Xia Yuanji.

"But Xia Shangshu, you..."

"It doesn't matter." Xia Yuanji smiled and waved his hand.

"It's already halfway through the registration period, and the value has long been spent."

"Then..." Zhu Zhanhe thought for a while and felt that it was nothing, so he stretched out his hand and said.

"Please?"

"Please."

Off duty actually means getting off work. In the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang was the only one who could make early morning appointments every day. By Zhu Di's time, it was already three days per day.

On the days when the court is not in court, the officials are on duty at Mao hour, which is the origin of "Dianmao", and when they leave work in the afternoon, it is called scattered value or Sanya.

Shen Zhou of the Ming Dynasty wrote in his book "I went to Chengtian to study quietly in the quiet room and drink with the old monk at night": "At dusk, the drizzle is like scattered sand, and the government offices in the city have dispersed."

The words "Linhun" and "Sanya" here refer to getting off work at night.

Wan'an Street, in an unremarkable restaurant.

A heir of the Han Dynasty, wearing a tuanlong suit that only princes can wear, and a household minister, wearing an official uniform that can only be worn by the second rank of the dynasty, are sitting in such a small restaurant, attracting attention.

But it's not without its benefits. There is a large area around them where no one dares to sit down.

"How is Xia Shangshu doing recently? Judging from your current state, you are better than before, right?" Zhu Zhanhe smiled and joked while eating the food that had just been served.

"Your Highness, please don't open or lift any pot." For some reason, Xia Yuanji relaxed a lot when he saw Zhu Zhanhe again.

Without the respect I had when I met him last year, my words seemed like two old friends chatting after not seeing each other for many years.

However, the age difference between the two is a bit big.

"Then which pot is open? I opened it." Zhu Zhanhe also smiled very happily.

"I won't boil any pot, so don't mention it." Xia Yuanji put down his chopsticks with a wry smile, picked up the wine pot, and motioned to Zhu Zhanhe.

Zhu Zhanhe gestured to the tea cup in his hand, smiled and shook his head.

"It's not like you don't know that there are a lot of things going on this year, and there are even more places to spend money. If you feel that Wei Zhe is working hard, then give Wei Zhe the seal that the sect wants to use, and Wei Zhe will be happy. "

Xia Yuanji drank the wine in one gulp and joked with a smile.

The household seal he gave to Zhu Zhanhe was used for Zhu Zhanhe's expenses during his stay in Beijing. Although it was a lot, it was such a small amount. For the household of such a large dynasty, it was a splash. Can't get up.

"Xia Shangshu, this is too much. My father has already gone to join the feudal clan, and I am not the same person I was back then. Why do you, the Ministry of Finance, want to take this small amount of money?"

Zhu Zhanhe raised his tea cup with a smile: "Is Xia Shangshu afraid that your name, Mr. Xia, is not loud enough?"

"Ouch!" Xia Yuanji picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and waved his hand harshly.

"If His Highness the Crown Prince can stay in the capital, let alone that title, you won't mind giving Weizhe another one."

Xia Yuanji was probably a little suppressed during this period of time, and after drinking a little wine, he became a little indiscriminate.

Fortunately, his sense was still there and he reacted quickly.

"Xia Shangshu is joking." Zhu Zhanhe smiled slightly and dropped the topic.

In fact, he knew that Xia Yuanji just wanted to work with him, because in the past two years, he, the god of murder, had made a lot of money for Xia Yuanji.

When we first killed Japanese pirates and corrupt officials in Zhejiang, the Ministry of Revenue got some money. Although it was not much, it was better than nothing.

The second time was the Northern Expedition. Because of Zhu Zhanhe's suggestion, the Jingguan was built, and the Ming Dynasty had a large number of cattle, sheep, and horses, which brought a lot of blood back to the Ministry of Finance.

The third time was in Yangzhou. Zhu Zhanhe killed more than 2 people and ransacked many people's homes. The Ministry of Household Affairs got another large sum of money.

As for the fourth time...

Anyway, teammates like Zhu Zhanhe are a dream for people like Xia Yuanji, especially after what happened this year, Xia Yuanji misses last year.

"Xia Shangshu has complained a lot." Zhu Zhanhe dropped the topic and started another one.

"If you can say this, let me guess, it's because the cattle raising issue didn't end well, right?"

"Alas..." Xia Yuanji sighed softly after hearing this, and drank another glass of wine.

"His Royal Highness is indeed the person who has seen through this matter from the beginning. I can't hide anything from you."

"Xia Shangshu said something serious." Zhu Zhanhe smiled, picked up the jug and poured Xia Yuanji a glass of wine.

"Actually, I know that this matter is not that simple. Xia Shangshu, you only care about money. If you have been away from the people for too long, something will always happen."

"Did something go wrong when the cattle were finally taken back?"

"I'm convinced." Xia Yuanji raised his hands with admiration on his face.

"At the end when the Ministry of Household Affairs went to collect the farm cattle, few officials dared to do anything. Although there were some, there were only 61 people in total, which is really a drop in the bucket."

"But Wei Zhe didn't expect that there would be problems on the common people's side."

"It's normal." Seeing Xia Yuanji pouring out his bitter words, Zhu Zhanhe found it funny.

"Not all people in the world are honest. At that time, grandpa and you gave me the selection of the list. Although I could visit them on the spot, after all, there are more than [-] families, so I can only have a rough understanding of them."

"This person, everyone is greedy. For a family that has lost its backbone, a cattle is like a god saving them from fire and water. Naturally, they are unwilling to let go."

"There is a saying that poor mountains and harsh waters bring out unruly people. Although it is a bit of a generalization, it can still explain some problems."

"His Royal Highness is indeed brilliant." Xia Yuanji raised his hands with a look of admiration on his face.

"However, His Royal Highness, when you return to Beijing this time..."

Halfway through the words, Xia Yuanji's face was already filled with hope.

It is not unprecedented for all nations to come to the DPRK. Zheng He went to the West three times, and he also brought back many envoys from the first two times.

It is reasonable and reasonable to summon feudal kings to the capital on the pretext of envoys and worshiping at the ancestral temple, but it is not that necessary.

This made Xia Yuanji think wrong.

(End of this chapter)