The Prodigal Son of Zhenguan

Li Fu used these people, regardless of their fame.

After coming up from the bottom, their thinking is somewhat different from those who grew up in a wealthy family.

At least they know how much a brick and a tile costs, how many procedures there are in the middle, and what the account book in their hands should look like. They must know it in their hearts.

Don't make such a joke about an egg costing fifty taels of silver.

Li Fu returned to his tent and began to look through the account book.

He knew the records in the account book, how much materials were used, and how much they were worth.

What is accounting? What is exchanging face for benefits? What is money going around outside and finally coming into your pocket?

The simplest and most direct thing is the college funds, which anyone with a discerning eye can see.

Let's take an example.

When the college management gets a sum of money, where will they use it?

Install an elevator in the dormitory on the sixth floor, no, install an elevator in the cafeteria on the second floor.

Because the management does not go to the sixth floor of the dormitory.

There is a big stone at the door, with some words written on it. Who can tell the price of this thing?

I said the words on it were written by a famous artist, what can ordinary people see?

What to add and renovate depends on what business the relatives are in.

You can even see a toilet management system in your lifetime.

Are you afraid that someone will steal shit?

There is not even a fence on the construction site here. People come and work directly. There is nothing extra. All kinds of materials are piled on the construction site. There are so many people on the construction site, and there are guards and patrols at night, so things can't be lost anyway.

No matter what aspect of security, it can be guaranteed by dispatching troops to garrison.

There is no war at the moment, and the standing guards in Luoyang are just messing around in the camp, occasionally training, it is better to pull them over to do some serious work.

Li Fu flipped through these account books very quickly, because he could tell at a glance if there was any problem with the account books.

Moreover, after this account book came into his hands, he had to copy it and archive it, which meant that Jiang Que and Du Gou had already read it once and did not find any problems before they dared to hand it over to him.

In the farm of Jingyang County, the gardener from the palace was diligently taking care of the cotton in the field and drawing water from the canal to irrigate the cotton field.

As the weather got hotter and hotter, it had not rained at all until now.

The farmers were also in trouble. Could it be that there would be drought again this year?

The water in the river canal could still support it for a while, but if it didn't rain in summer, it would be a disaster.

Li Fu, who was in Linying County, also felt the unusual hot weather.

He remembered what Jiang Que said when he first came here, that there would not be much rain this year.

Li Fu fanned himself with a fan in the tent, watching Jiang Que, Du Gou and Wang Xuance busy with things.

"It's so hard. Please don't let any drought happen this year. There is not enough food to begin with. If the production is reduced, the people will have a hard time." Li Fu sighed.

"It's hard to say." Jiang Que sighed.

Going out at night to look at the sky above, Jiang Que didn't want to say anything too harsh.

Outside the tent, Wu Liangye came in with a letter in his hand.

"My dear, a letter from home." Wu Liangye handed the letter to Li Fu.

Li Fu opened the letter and read it carefully.

"Thanks to you repairing the river and canal in Zhuangzi last year, Zhuangzi is doing well now." Li Fu said, "Life in other places is not as good as in Zhuangzi."

"Did the princess talk about the land in Zhuangzi?" Jiang Que asked curiously.

"Yes, I mentioned it." Li Fu nodded: "I also mentioned something that happened in Chang'an some time ago. As I expected, many people died."

"Wei Deyun's family was confiscated and beheaded, but Wei Ting was smart and was not implicated." Li Fu said: "There are two other families, and they suffered heavy losses, but some people were pushed out and other people in the family were saved."

Li Shimin also got a lot of benefits from this incident.

The three families paid a heavy price for this incident, which was considered as cutting off their flesh, so that Li Shimin did not continue to pursue them.

Otherwise, if the crime of assassinating the royal family was deducted and seriously investigated, all three families would suffer.

Now only the family members who participated in it were held accountable, and the others were regarded as "Your Majesty's mercy."

As for what price they paid secretly, they tacitly did not ask.

Li Fu kept a grudge in his little notebook, but all those recorded were cut off by Li Shimin.

This matter was...

Very good.

The King of Jingyang didn't kill anyone.

How pitiful the King of Jingyang is.

He is always remembered by others.

Alas, it's too pitiful.

Li Fu put away the letter from home,Pick up the pen and start to write back to my family.

It's nothing more than saying that everything is fine here, as for going back to Chang'an...

Everything is on track here, so it's not impossible to go back to Chang'an after a while.

Liangyi Hall.

Li Shimin sat on the cushion and looked at his right-hand men.

"Guanzhong is dry again. If it doesn't rain, I heard that there will be no harvest." Li Shimin's tone was heavy: "In this case, should we offer sacrifices for rain?"

"All states are praying for rain, but so far, there is no effect. It seems that the court sacrifice will be held in the capital." The official of the Imperial Observatory knelt aside and said.

"Okay, will the Minister of Rites preside over it?" Li Shimin asked.

"According to the etiquette, it is handled by the Ministry of Rites, but the Minister of Rites can preside over it, but cannot preside over the sacrifice. The presiding priest must be the emperor to show sincerity."

Li Shimin nodded.

"Okay, I'll do it."

"But." The official of the Imperial Observatory hesitated: "It's very hard to be the main priest. Since ancient times, sacrifices like praying for rain have been very tragic. If they are not tragic, they will not be enough to move the heaven."

Li Shimin's eyes were heavy.

"How does it compare to knife wounds and arrow wounds?"

"It's more than just injuries, but you have to sacrifice your life."

Li Shimin raised his eyes and looked outside the palace with a complicated look.

"It is said that the emperor is the most noble and is not afraid of anything. In fact, it is not true. The emperor fears the heaven above and the court and the people below."

"There is a severe drought in Guanzhong. I am afraid. Let me do it."

After receiving the order, the Taichang Temple immediately built an altar outside the city.

Li Shimin knelt on the platform with his hair disheveled, his upper body exposed, and thorns wrapped around him.

The sun was shining on his body, and he was sweating like rain, but he could not move rashly. If he moved, his skin would be torn.

The ministers knelt around the altar, braving the scorching sun, without a drop of water.

Those who were in poor health fell beside the altar and were carried away by the people around them.

This continued for several days.

Even though Li Shimin was strong, he couldn't stand it and fainted on the altar.

Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui and others rushed forward, quickly carried Li Shimin on their backs and returned to the palace.

In the Lizheng Hall, Li Shimin woke up faintly.