happy event

Chapter 598 Visiting the People

Murong Hao lowered his head and could only see the hair crown worn by the city lord. The only thing that stood out was that a sapphire was inlaid on the hair crown.This sapphire is not cheap, Luoyang City is so big, it is not likely that this kind of gem can be sold.

He squinted his eyes, pretended not to see, and said calmly, "Get up."

Murong Hao didn't tell him that there is no need to salute like this outside, and he didn't ask Nan Jiawei to change his name and call him the emperor, so Nan Jiawei was really nervous, he paid attention to etiquette everywhere, for fear that the emperor would chop off his head if he was upset .

He was able to sit in this position because he was cultivated by a minister in the court at the beginning, but the minister at that time is not in the court now.

Trembling and trembling, he personally brought the emperor to the cafeteria. A quick look at the number of covered dishes on the table revealed that there were at least 20 dishes.

Murong Hao raised his eyebrows inadvertently, knowing that there were tens of thousands of disaster victims in the city, he dared to serve so many dishes, although he was afraid that he would not be treated well, but the power really didn't make him feel comfortable.

After Nan Jiawei invited the emperor to take his seat, he stood not far from him and let the beautiful maidservants step forward to lift the lids one by one, while he introduced these dishes to the emperor carefully watching his face.

Most of the dishes were from Luoyang, Nan Jiawei flattered him and said, "Because I don't know your majesty's taste, I made some of them."

Of the 33 brocade guards, [-] stayed in the wing.Fifteen followed Murong Hao to guard outside the dining hall, and the remaining one followed Murong Hao closely.

Every dish of Murong Hao has passed his inspection, and the bowls and chopsticks he buys have also been cleaned by him. This strictness made Nan Jiawei at the side wipe off his sweat secretly. Otherwise, if something happened to the emperor, he would have lived to the end.

Murong Hao was really hungry, moved his chopsticks and tasted a lot of dishes, some of which he had never eaten in the palace, Nan Jiawei was relieved to see that the emperor used his chopsticks a lot To make the emperor eat happily is considered a great event!
As soon as Nan Jiawei's expression relaxed a little, this Murong Hao also ate almost, and when he was full, he should count it as a knock.

He glanced sideways at Nan Jiawei who was still enjoying himself, and said in an inaudible manner: "You are quite good at eating."

Nan Jiawei thought to himself when he heard this, but he didn't see anything wrong, he quickly raised his smile and said: "The emperor's words are serious, and they are all small hobbies of humble ministers."

Murong Hao's eyes fell on Nan Jiawei's protruding abdomen, it was so round that he ate so much, it was like being pregnant for four or five months.

Nan Jiawei looked down at his stomach, inhaled hard, and after washing...it didn't work.

Murong Hao asked: "How is the situation of the disaster victims in the city now, how many people are there, how are things like food and resettlement going?"

When it came to business, Nan Jiawei did not dare to tell the truth: "Returning to the emperor, there are about 8000 disaster victims in the city. Except for Zhuang Dingla who went to clean up the disaster area and is preparing to rebuild, there are still more than 2000 disaster victims in the city. Porridge is given out twice a day, one bowl for each person, and one steamed bun. In terms of resettlement, due to the large number of victims, the place has not been found yet. They all temporarily live in the open space that was built to shelter them from the rain."

The coldness in Murong Hao's eyes dissipated a bit, at least this cowardly city lord didn't lie to him, if he did, he didn't mind punishing him properly.

Nan Jiawei told the truth, he didn't dare to expose his boss, because there were people above him, so what if he was implicated as the Lord of Luoyang City, sooner or later he would be killed by those who were ready to succeed him.But he didn't dare to take it all in. These more than 1 people are eating porridge and steamed buns every day, and he is almost poor!
Murong Hao asked: "It's not bad to let uninjured and capable victims go to rebuild together, but if I give you two bowls of porridge and a steamed bun every day, will you be full?"

Nan Jiawei knelt down before saying anything. Although the emperor said this in a light and questioning tone, it was obviously asking for guilt!
He said sincerely: "The emperor appeases his anger mainly because the population is too large. After so many days, the grain depot is in urgent need again and again, so we have to save some..."

"The higher-ups allocated so much money to you, but they can't last for seven or eight days?"

It has been seven or eight days since the flood occurred and he ordered the nearby unaffected towns to accept the victims, and the bank has already been in place, and the funds are allocated according to the number of people reported in each city. Now it is already urgent?

After suffering from this Nan Jiawei, I was already roaring in my heart, 1 taels is a lot of money?Your Majesty, you can't lie to me! 1 taels for one person... seems to be enough... But, it's not 1 people but 8000 people!The 6000 people who went to work must not eat porridge!That's white rice!
Therefore, the remaining 1 old, weak, sick and disabled can only open their mouths to eat!What's more serious is that he occasionally pays some money to subsidize the hospital for those of them who are seriously ill.

All the same expenditures, the money is flowing away like water!He didn't dare to look directly at that book.

Nan Jiawei lowered his head, concealing the bitterness on his face, he could only reply tactfully: "Your Majesty, it's because these disaster victims ate too much in the beginning, so the expenditure...was quite a lot."

Murong Hao's complexion was not good: "Then you once asked the people in Yuan City to donate money, where did the money go!"

Nan Jiawei almost sat on the ground with a thud, how could the emperor know?Could it be that someone is already spreading rumors outside!

His silence made Murong Hao very impatient, "How much money did you take from the victims of this disaster, I hope to see the money the next day!"

After Murong Hao finished speaking, he stood up with a cold face and prepared to leave.

Nan Jiawei panicked, he didn't swallow the money at all, how could he spit it out!Is it necessary to take out his old book and make up for it?But doesn't this supplement justify his corruption?Then he has come to an end!Will the emperor let him go?

When Nan Jiawei's mind was fighting with each other, Murong Hao stopped at the door and said without looking back, "You dare to covet the life-saving money of the victims, and your head wants to move."

Life and death are imminent, and Nan Jiawei can't control anything.Since he became the lord of the city, he can earn some money, but he has to honor the people above him every year.Think about him as the city lord of Luoyang City, and some of his subordinates are only ninth-rank sesame officials, but he can't do anything.He is about to die now, and he doesn't want to die yet!

Nan Jiawei thought about a lot of things in a short moment, all he knew was that he didn't want to die!With a strong idea of ​​what to say, he knelt on the ground and crawled forward.The speed was as fast as walking, and he immediately arrived in front of Murong Hao.

He just wanted to hug the emperor's back, but when he was stared at by the Jin Yiwei next to the emperor, his back became stiff and he didn't dare to move, he just cried: "Your Majesty, the little one really didn't covet those money! Those who have ledgers, the money recorded every day There is an account, the younger one will bring the account book and ask the emperor to have a look!"

"Don't you all like to prepare fake account books for me to see?" Murong Hao was finally willing to look sideways at Nan Jiawei who was kneeling on the ground.

Nan Jiawei's heart sank, he really didn't make false accounts this time.The emperor didn't believe it anymore, he used to make fake accounts just to avoid some taxes paid!
"Your Majesty! I really don't have any corruption. More than 8000 disaster victims have to eat every day! It rained a few days ago and some victims died. I not only have to buy dry clothes for them, but also ask the doctor to buy medicinal materials. Then rebuild those In the disaster area, it costs money to buy materials and hire people. There are no workers who build houses for the victims for free. These workers also need to earn money to eat. The small ones are given 1 taels, and the donations from the people in the city are just raising money. When the amount reaches 5000 taels, the poorer ones dare not force them to give money. Those with better conditions will be given one copper plate, and only one copper plate, my lord! It all depends on the big money from those prestigious families. , and finally raised 5000 taels."

What Nan Jiawei said was very sad, but it sounded like the truth.

Murong Hao learned from his subordinates that this Nan Jiawei dared to ask the people in the city to pay money after receiving the appropriation from the imperial court. With so much money, the victims couldn't get enough to eat!Should it be killed?

Now, listening to Nan Jiawei thinking about it, he agrees that 1 taels is definitely not enough.It's just that what he allocated was 1000 million taels!When did it become ten thousand?

With a straight face, Murong Hao stared angrily at Nan Jiawei at his feet and said, "How dare you call 1000 million taels as 1 taels!"

Because Luoyang City covers a relatively large area and has many people, Murong Hao allocated 9000 million taels directly from the 1000 million taels sent by Wan Cai to Luoyang City.

The 1000 million taels is enough to feed and clothe these victims and rebuild their homes!After the house is built, each household will distribute money so that they can survive the end of the year. After all, the flood washed away their homes, and naturally all the crops they planted were destroyed.There are also warm clothes and the like... He has considered them all.

Some time ago he got rid of the minions of the Maitreya Sect among the officials. Even if he wanted to be greedy, if the official dared to eat 1000 million taels, it would be 19 million taels?Spit out the remaining 1 taels?Murong never believed that someone would dare to do this!

He was very annoyed, but Nan Jiawei was stunned. Who could tell him that the 1 taels that ended up in his hands should actually be 1000 million taels?
How could this happen? Who dares to do this?It's all about death!
So Nan Jiawei wondered if the emperor made a mistake when he got excited.Murong Hao felt that Nan Jiawei was so daring that he dared to fool him.

Nan Jiawei couldn't care less about howling, and raised his head impolitely and asked anxiously: "Your Majesty, did you say something wrong? What do you mean the imperial court gave 100 million taels?"

It is also very serious to be able to corrupt 100 million taels into 1 taels!Is it the adult who wants to punish him like this?I gave 1 taels directly, my God, how terrible the shrinkage is!
Murong Hao moved, wanting to kick this man to death, even the city lords of Luoyang, who are far away from the capital, dare to doubt him?He endured it, clenched and loosened the hands under his sleeves, and said with a sinister vigor: "One! Thousand! Ten thousand! Two!"

This is almost a word that popped out of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)