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Chapter 599 Personal Disaster Relief

When Nan Jiawei heard it, he just sat down on the ground regardless of his image, one... 1000 million taels... isn't it a joke to become 1 taels!
Seeing him like this, Murong Hao thought he was lying and felt guilty.

Seeing that the emperor was about to leave, Nan Jiawei couldn't care less about anything. He kowtowed and said loudly, "I beg the emperor to see clearly, the relief money is really only 1 taels in the hands of the little one! The little one guarantees it with the life of the whole family, really!" There is no lie."

Jin Yiwei glanced at Nan Jiawei indiscriminately, then looked at his master's relaxed expression, and made a gesture behind his back. Jin Yiwei, who was nearby outside saw it, and immediately left to investigate.

Hearing the muffled sound behind him, Murong Hao naturally didn't feel distressed, but calmly turned around and looked at Nan Jiawei who kowtowed.It wasn't until he saw red blood stains on the ground that he opened his mouth and said, "You said that the silver taels delivered from above are only 1 taels to you?"

"Yes Your Majesty, although it sounds absurd, but the small one really only received 1 taels, Your Majesty." Nan Jiawei was already a little dizzy when he answered the question. So miserable.

Not long after, Jin Yiwei who had left came back and walked up to Murong Hao and whispered to Murong Hao, and immediately retreated after finishing speaking, his face was calm as if nothing had happened.

The veins on Murong Hao's forehead bulged and seemed to be throbbing for a moment, but soon he calmed down, looked at the pathetic begging for mercy and said: "I know, get up. I will find out about this matter."

Nan Jiawei kowtowed again to thank him, Murong Hao ignored him and left with Jin Yiwei.After he finished dealing with the affairs here, he should go back to the palace to make those ministers sober.

When the figure of the emperor left and could no longer be seen, the housekeeper who had been hiding in the dark and dared not go forward stepped forward worriedly and helped Nan Jiawei who was still kneeling on the ground.

"City owner, get up quickly, sit down, your forehead is bleeding, hey, the old slave has already called the doctor."

Nan Jiawei had a headache, and was supported by the housekeeper to sit on the chair. He raised his head and gently touched the scar on his forehead, but he didn't dare to touch it again because of the pain. He gasped, trying to make himself feel better.

Nan Jiawei took the tea from the housekeeper, took a sip of the tea and said, "Old He, the boss is really deceiving people too much, do you hear that? The money allocated by the imperial court is 1000 million taels! In our hands, only There is only 1 taels left, where did they get the confidence to think that we can make up for the remaining 99 million taels? Let’s all die together now! Anyway, I didn’t get the benefits this time.”

In the end, my head throbbed again, whoops, and I couldn't get angry anymore.

As a housekeeper, Lao He also has another identity and is also one of the staff. He is also the one who proposed to ask the people in the city to donate money, but he is still quite shrewd. He asked Nan Jiawei not to use rules and regulations to order people to donate money. It is a voluntary principle. So this is the reason why Luoyang City only raised 5000 taels.

Although the money is less, at least it will not cause public resentment, and it will not attract the attention of the above.At this time, when he heard Nan Jiawei say that the imperial court originally allocated 1000 million taels, even though his mind was spinning quickly... he didn't know what to say.

After being silent for a cup of tea, Old He Cai said: "Don't panic, the city lord. We don't have money for corrupt officials at all. Now we should settle the relationship with the emperor, and we don't need to worry about those high officials!"

Suddenly, he remembered the letter in his sleeve, and quickly took it out and said to Nan Jiawei: "City Master, the higher-ups hastened to send us a letter, saying that it must be delivered to you."

Even though Nan Jiawei had a headache, he had to pull himself together and open the letter to read it immediately.

When he read the whole letter, he slapped the table angrily, "Old He, they really are! Really! Sigh..."

Seeing Nan Jiawei's trembling hands and feet, Lao He immediately asked, "What was written in the letter from the city lord?"

"Look for yourself!" Nan Jiawei raised the letter in his hand, motioning for Lao He to read it for himself.

Lao He took it over, saw that it was dazed, and asked with shaking hands: "City Lord, you have already said in front of the emperor that the silver you brought in was only 1 taels, but... the superior said that he was transporting the remaining 99 taels of silver." Wan Liang come over?"

"What's the use of coming here! The emperor said it was 1000 million taels. They are so lawless, and they have already found a reason for me." Nan Jiawei pointed at the letter bitterly.

Old He swallowed his saliva and said: "They said that this batch of silver was robbed by bandits, and only a little of it was snatched back now, and the rest is being shipped in one after another."

It's easy to guess, the 1000 million taels must have been deducted by ministers one after another, and now they know that the emperor is here, so they sent it back.But... the place is different, so naturally they can't be delivered all at once, and those silver taels should arrive one after another.It's a pity they couldn't deliver it quickly, could it be delivered before the emperor!Every time the news is one step slower, the news is only delivered when the emperor comes, I really don't know if they don't take the emperor seriously.

Holding the letter, Lao He's mind was spinning quickly. He had something to say, but the doctor outside had already come in, so he shut up.

After the doctor bandaged it up, Lao He personally helped Nan Jiawei back, and when there was no one around, he said: "City Lord, the superiors are no longer reliable, they don't care about our life or death, and they may throw us out as a scapegoat at critical moments Lamb."

Nan Jiawei's knees were so weak, he walked very slowly, glanced at Lao He and said, "What good method do you have?"

"Well... as I said before, we don't have to participate in it at all. It said that bandits robbed the official bank, so let's pretend that we just knew about it. Anyway, we can't pretend to be stupid. We choose the emperor. Take yourself out." Old He whispered.

Nan Jiawei was in his forties. When he was young, he had never done anything harmful except spending money to bribe those officials.In particular, there was still a period of time when he was a young hero. This old He Hexian, who was similar to his age, was rescued by him back then.

Why did he think about his life-saving grace first, and the two had similar tastes, so they stayed and helped Nan Jiawei take care of Luoyang City.Sometimes as a housekeeper, sometimes as a staff friend.

His suggestions have always been very reasonable, so Nan Jiawei adopted almost all the strategies offered by him. Now he has not thought of a solution, and it is still very correct to listen carefully to what Lao He said.

The top is already unreliable, it's better to hold on to the emperor's thigh to at least have a chance of survival.After he figured it out, he straightened his back a little, and said earnestly: "Okay, you have a way, anyway, you just die, and the people above don't take us seriously, so we'll just pretend to be stupid with them. "

Old He smiled and said, "Then the money brought in?"

"Just accept it, I will report to the emperor when the time comes, the emperor is so shrewd, why are you afraid that he doesn't know what's going on?" Nan Jiawei said with a snort, he is not powerful but he is decisive enough.

Lao He nodded and helped him go down.

Murong Hao didn't hide his identity, no one in Nan Jiawei's mansion dared to stop him, even if he wasn't the emperor, with dozens of Jin Yiwei around him, his murderous aura would make one's legs weak.

He plans to go out to contact the people as soon as possible, and then rush back to the palace to have a good communication with those ministers!

When Murong Hao arrived on Luoyang Street, there were many displaced persons outside, and when he saw him bringing the people, he shrank back unconsciously.Seeing this situation, how could Murong Hao be close to the people, any king would come here empty-handed, presumably he was also stunned by the news he just learned.

Yes, from 1000 million to 99, the [-] million in the middle instantly flew into the pockets of his bureaucrats!Thinking of him as the Ninth Five-Year Lord, he still has to worry about the empty treasury. It’s fine if he thinks of a solution. Corrupt officials don't know how powerful he is!

Thinking of this, Murong Hao stopped in his tracks, turned around and went back to the city lord's mansion.

According to Jin Yiwei's investigation, Luoyang City did only receive 1 taels of silver, but looking at the ruddy face of the Luoyang City Lord and his big belly, he said that frugality is not going to go far. He has to let Nan Jiawei use his name to do it once Porridge.Otherwise, how could he stand in front of these people?

So Luoyang city lord Nan Jiawei just returned to his wing room, lying on the warm kang before he had time to rest for a while, a servant ran in in a panic outside the door, shaking him awake and saying: "City lord, the emperor he he he he I'm back! I want to see you!"

The Nan family shuddered and sat up from the bed, staring wide-eyed and said: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty summoned me?"

"Yes! The emperor wants to summon you!" The servant looked at Nan Jiawei seriously and eagerly and replied.

Nan Jiawei immediately stood up, touched his clothes while walking and said, "Quick, quick, see if my hair and clothes are messy!"

When he hurriedly came to the meeting hall, Nan Jiawei seemed to be a guest instead of the owner of this mansion.

The servant helped tidy up for a while, except for the conspicuous bandage on the forehead of the city owner, there is nothing wrong with other places!

Nan Jiawei didn't dare to keep the emperor waiting for a long time, took a deep breath, bowed in and knelt down to salute, his voice trembling uncontrollably, and said: "The little one sees the emperor, long live the emperor, long live, long live."

Murong Hao glanced at him, drank the hot tea in the cup, moistened his throat, and then let him go down without courtesy.

Nanjia Weineng stood up, but still didn't dare to relax.He could feel the sweat flowing on his forehead, and he wanted to reach out to wipe it off, but he didn't dare to hold it back.It was cold and windy outside, and he could still sweat standing here, even if he was scared.

He didn't know if the emperor knew something, so he left and came back to summon him less than half an hour later.Although I decided to pretend to be stupid with Lao He before, I didn't even type the draft in my belly!How to say it?
Murong Hao didn't know that his heaven and man were at war, so he asked very calmly: "How much food is left in the granary now, I want to provide food relief."

Nan Jiawei nodded immediately, "Back to the emperor, there are still [-] dans of grain in the granary. Before that, it was just to save the grain for a longer period of time... It has been reduced a lot." At the end of the speech, he felt a little faint for no reason.

Murong Hao ignored him, and when he heard that there was enough food, he ordered: "Order someone to make more steamed buns, I will personally ask these disaster victims."

Nan Jiawei: "..." Why does the emperor come to Luoyang, which is far away from the palace, is a problem. The bigger problem is that the emperor has to lower his status to contact these victims in person?
(End of this chapter)