I'm really not the carpenter emperor

Chapter 179

The imperial envoy came too fast!

This was the first thought that came to the minds of the squires when they heard the news.

During the last major earthquake in Guanzhong, Emperor Jiajing, no matter whether he was caught in party struggle or had other purposes, formally issued an edict more than a month later, dispatching imperial envoys and prime ministers to help the disaster.

This time it's interesting, Emperor Tianqi appointed a minister of Xinuang Pavilion as the imperial envoy that day, and issued an imperial decree to announce it to the world the next day.

This is the first time that such a quick disaster relief method has been used!

When the imperial envoy came, he entertained the country gentry and exchanged polite greetings, which was a must as a rule, so many people were not surprised that Wang Zaijin was able to issue invitations.

It's just that Wang Zaijin didn't have a good reputation among the squires because he worked for the emperor. Many people just talked about people and didn't want to come.

Qingzhou Prefecture was the least affected area among the six Shandong prefectures.

Some of the country gentry here have been rich since the early Ming Dynasty and have continued to this day, and some started their fortunes by selling private salt along the coast and dominated one side.

In the Qian family's mansion, a rich business owner with a big belly sniffed against the wind, and smelled a strong and murderous atmosphere in the air.

"Bang!"

Without any explanation, the door of the Qian family was kicked open.

Yang Zhaoji led the soldiers into the courtyard, held the saber in his hand, stared at him closely, clasped his fists and sneered:

"Boss Qian!"

"I heard that you are seriously ill and can't walk around, so you can't go to Yuncheng."

"Ge Lao said that Qian's is the first family in Qingyan. If you come, all other Yan families will come. Please forgive me for being rude."

"Take it away—!"

Qian Kun sat down on the chair with a cold face, and shouted:

"Yang Zhaoji, how dare you!"

As the words fell, noises resounded everywhere in the courtyard, suddenly dozens of heavily armed Yan Ding appeared and surrounded Yang Zhaoji and his party.

Who is Yang Zhaoji? He is a warrior fought by a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​blood. How can he be afraid of such a threat?

His eyes tightened, the saber was half out of its sheath, and he sneered and said:

"Boss Qian, from what you mean, do you think I, Yang Zhaoji, will be afraid of these stinky fish?"

As soon as the words fell, a leader of Yan Ding ran into the courtyard in a panic with a long knife in his hand, and whispered something to Qian Kun.

The latter was slightly taken aback when he heard this, and said in a deep voice:

"Marshal Yang wants me to go?"

Yang Zhaoji withdrew the knife, knowing that the other party was cowardly, he laughed "hehe".

"This earthquake in the three provinces, the court attached great importance to it, and even the emperor issued an imperial edict. Now that the imperial envoys have arrived in Yuncheng, how can you local tyrants do nothing?"

"Didn't I say that you usually get a lot of benefits from the imperial court, do you really think that the previous private salt activities were all impenetrable walls?"

Qian Kun was at a loss for words, remained silent for a while, and waved his hand to signal the Yan Ding to count down.

After a while, Cai Qiqi Ai Ai said:

"Tell me, what do you want me to do, Mrs. Qian?"

Yang Zhaoji put his hands on his fat shoulders and said:

"It's not what I want from you, it's because after the big earthquake, the local government needs you tycoons, how to help the victims and do something practical for the court."

After saying that, Yang Zhaoji walked out of Qian's house, got on his horse, and shouted inside:

"Master Qian, let me remind you that if you don't arrive on schedule, no chicken or dog will be left behind in the Qian family, and the Qingyan Yunchang will also belong to the imperial court!"

"Go, go to the next house!"

After a while, Qian Kun wiped his sweat secretly, pretending to be calm, and asked in a false voice:

"Did Yang Zhaoji take the cannon away?"

Leader Yan Ding is still uneasy now, and he doesn't want to go out to see anything.

After a long while, under Qian Kun's constant urging, Yan Ding cautiously poked his head out. Seeing that all the officers and soldiers outside the mansion had withdrawn, he breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Let's go, Datong's soldiers and horses, as well as those piers, have all withdrawn."

Qian Kun still had lingering fears in his heart, and muttered to himself:

"Damn, the commander here is really different, he came with a cannon."

As for Yang Zhaoji's last sentence just now, Qian Kun has already firmly believed that the frontier army in Datong Town, his own Yanding should wait a little later.

……

"Ge Lao Ming sees thousands of miles!"

As soon as Wang Zaijin took his seat, he saw these voluntary and forced gentry and powerful men stand up and toast to him.

"I don't know what to see."

"Sit, everyone sit!"

Today's banquet is really intriguing.

The location was not in the familiar Kuanzhai compound, and Wang Zaijin didn't know what to think, but hosted a banquet in the dilapidated Yuncheng mansion to entertain them, the dignified people.

"Thank you, elder!"

A group of country gentry and tyrants in gold, silver, silk and satin sat down with different thoughts.

It's just that I can't stop sitting.

The king set up a banquet in the official residence in Jin, but the official residence had already collapsed. They were sitting on the ruins, surrounded by the victims of the disaster.

Cold sweat broke out on Qian Kun's face. Without the guards of Yang Zhaoji and the surrounding officers and soldiers, he even believed that these victims would not hesitate to swallow him alive.

"I don't know if the old man invited me to a banquet for disaster relief."

Soon, someone couldn't sit still.

Wang Zaijin looked over and found that it was a powerful man from Wuding Prefecture, so he smiled and said:

"Although I have only been in Yuncheng for a few days, I also know that Wuding Prefecture has been seriously affected by the disaster, but looking at Zhao Dong's family's attire, it seems that the loss is not big?"

Hearing this, the Wuding state tycoon was taken aback for a moment before laughing:

"In fact, the damage is not small..."

"Today, I invite all of you here. One is that my king has just arrived in the early Jin Dynasty and is not very familiar with Qilu affairs. I need your help."

"These two are because the emperor personally conquered the Southwest Great Victory, the rebellion was eradicated, the world is peaceful and happy, and we are happy together!"

"This……"

Hearing this, the complexion of all the country gentry began to look wrong.

No one is a fool, so it is natural to hear that what Wang Zaijin said was ironic, someone stood up and said:

"The imperial envoy was joking. The earthquake in the three provinces was due to the lack of morality in the court. I think it was the corruption of the officials that frightened the heavens. It's better not to send this evil fire at me."

"Exactly, if Mr. Ge is really capable, he should let the disaster victims all over the place get relief, but he is not here to sneer and ridicule us."

Wang Zaijin's eyes shifted, he looked at the two people who were talking, he was not angry, and said with a smile:

"If the earthquake in the three provinces depends entirely on the imperial court, it will not be able to cover everything."

"You are all powerful and influential families in the local area. There are many disaster victims in various places. I also thought that I need your help this time to comfort the refugees and rebuild the city."

"But the wine and meat of the Zhumen smell bad, and there are frozen bones on the road."

"From my point of view, even the victims of the disaster starved to death on the road outside the door, and they don't seem to be the ones who can give away the porridge and rice, so I won't mention it. There is absolutely no meaning of ridicule."

"Since you won't help the imperial court to relieve the disaster, what's the point of mentioning it again?"

After saying this, Wang Zaijin's meaning was ready to come out.

He is using the method of aggressive generals to encourage these big and powerful families in Shandong to contribute money and strength to help the court provide local disaster relief.

"I am the Zhou family of Qiu County, and I have 500 taels of silver to help the elders in the disaster relief!"

The first person started, and the rest of the country gentry and tyrants stood up one after another, shouting:

"Changqing Zou's family is not as rich as Zhou's family, and he also gave out 500 taels of silver. Let's talk about it!"

"I, Xinyang Tang Family, would like to use the annual profit from the two saltworks in Nanlonghaikou to support the imperial court for disaster relief!"

Hearing these words, Wang Zaijin had mixed feelings in his heart.

In the current Ming Dynasty, all officials in the imperial court are fighting with each other every day, only caring about party struggles, and even disaster relief must take into account party interests.

Locally, it is these short-sighted villains who make the decisions. How unfortunate are the people!

Chapter 1 That's They Are Stupid

"Everyone, please listen to me!"

Just as a group of powerful gentry were scrambling to "contribute" to the court, a loud shout overwhelmed their shouts.

Several people looked back with displeasure, but saw that it was Qian Kun from Qingzhou Mansion, quietly changed their expressions, and one of them cupped his hands and said:

"I'm waiting to hear what Boss Qian has to say!"

Qian Kun started his business in Denglai and did a local inspection.

The inspection department, to put it bluntly, is similar to the police stations of later generations. It specializes in investigating illegal sea salt in the local area, and often recommends famous people in the local area to succeed it.

Even the common people along the coast of Shandong know that although the inspection rank is low, the power is great, but the fattest beauty is missing.

Qian Kun is doing inspections, apparently investigating and suppressing smuggled salt for the imperial court, but secretly developing his own smuggled salt industry.

Today, Qian Kun has nearly a thousand salt thugs who lick blood, and there are at least dozens of salt farms and salt fields in Qingzhou Prefecture.

When it comes to Shandong Qingyan, we always talk about Qian Kun from Qingzhou Prefecture.

If such a person takes the lead in helping the imperial court in disaster relief, the effect will be much stronger than that of Wang Zaijin himself.

After all, although the imperial court responded quickly, the earthquake affected a wide area, and it will take time until a large number of rescue teams and supplies arrive.

He looked around at the crowd, bowed to Wang Zaijin first, and then said:

"Everyone knows that I, Qian Kun, started my career as an inspector. Although I am no longer an official of the court, I have also received the salary of the Emperor of Ming Dynasty."

"The imperial court is Qian Kun's old club. It's really unreasonable not to help when the old club was killed."

Having said that, he looked at Wang Zaijin again, and said:

"Don't worry, Mr. Ge, the Qingzhou prefecture will help the people in the disaster. My Qian family will definitely mobilize all the salt farms, salt fields and Yunzhuang to help!"

Wang Zaijin was taken aback for a moment, but he also understood the real intention of this guy.

Just like the promotion of sweet potatoes last time, local rich merchants or powerful Qian family, who can let go of their hands to help the court, must be motivated by profit.

He cupped his hands and smiled:

"Presumably the emperor knows this, and he will definitely be delighted!"

"Don't dare..." Qian Kun laughed loudly.

Indeed, from this incident, he saw an opportunity for the Qian family to walk out of Qingzhou Mansion and face the whole of Shandong.

Prior to this, the Wei Dynasty and Wang An were successively defeated by Wei Zhongxian, and the drastic changes in the inner court did not affect them at first.

But more than a year has passed, and this wind will blow on my head sooner or later.

After Wei Zhongxian defeated Wang An, a large number of eunuchs surnamed Wang died or withdrew or withdrew, and they were all replaced. The most famous of them was the tragic death of Fengyang Imperial Mausoleum in the Wei Dynasty, which had a rift with Wei Zhongxian.

At the beginning of the uproar, everyone knew that Wei Zhongxian was deliberately retaliating, and the emperor must have known it, but he still ignored it. It can be said that he trusted Wei Zhongxian very much.

There is also the Suzhou Weaving Bureau. The current admiral is Li Shi, the grandson of Wei Zhongxian.

The Department of Local Supervision is a new government office established by the imperial court last year to manage the collection of new tariffs. After more than a year, almost all provinces have new locations.

These supervisory departments are all managed by people from Jinyiwei, and no one dares to provoke them.

Although Qian Kun has achieved the top position in Qingzhou Mansion, after all, it is only a local tyrant, and everyone has ambitions.