Brocade without a knife

After a series of ups and downs and four or two encounters that day, Po Shu probably knew that he had offended people severely, and for the next few days, he sat on the table foot obediently and did not act like a demon again.

After the Frost's Descent, winter is just around the corner, and the inner court of the former court has been idled a lot.

The so-called autumn harvest and winter storage, after a year of busy work, no matter which yamen is closed, it is time to recuperate.In the inner court, since the emperor Daxing left, there has not been much real affairs. The affairs in the inner palace are all about the emperor and the empresses. If the emperor is still young and has not established a concubine, then the forbidden court is free More than half of it.

I was also bored a lot, and I took a break from my busy schedule and missed the scene of the late emperor in Shiharem full of flowers and competing for splendor.He looks good, and he is cute and loves to laugh. He walks with his godfather in the inner court, and the masters and ladies can't help but give something when they see him. It is even more bulging, like a small gold master.

At the end of this year, the palace is not as lively as in previous years. At most, during the few days of the New Year's Eve, there will be a lot of noise when foreign wives enter the palace to pay New Year's greetings to the emperor and empress dowager.However, Emperor Daxing had not left for long, and there was a limit to the fuss.

Even so, the burden on his shoulders is no less.

Not to mention that Dongchang must send a certain number of people every day, scattered all over the capital, to record every detail of what happened in the capital, from the price fluctuations of grain, oil, rice and noodles that are related to the livelihood of the people, to whether there are murders, lightning strikes, etc. Abnormalities occur, and these are reported to He Si's desk for him to review and screen before submitting to the little emperor.

For example, last night, there was a flood incident in Dongcheng City, and a row of houses were burned down.The fans of Dongchang went to investigate, and the report said that the weather was dry and irritable, and there was an accidental leak, and several oil sellers died.

This kind of job is also available in Jinyiwei, but Dongchang is called "fighting incidents", and Jinyiwei is called "Tingji".

Leaving aside the above-mentioned daily chores that Dongchang must do, at the end of the new year, the scattered people from all walks of life in Dongchang will return to Beijing one after another, or return to their hometowns for the New Year.

So here comes the problem, at this time in previous years, according to the old practice, the factory office will distribute bonuses to these people who have worked hard for a year, which can be regarded as a New Year's allowance for everyone.

But this year...

He Siduan picked up the third cup of tea, listened to the ramblings of Yun Cong, Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs, with a calm face and a sad heart.

Not to mention bonuses, he couldn't even get a dime out of the three hundred thousand taels of silver he owed to the household department in interest.

Yun Shangshu recalled bitterness and sweetness, recalled the past for a long time, and finally clarified the main purpose: "Admiral, Jin Yiwei has urged me three or four times, and several elders in the cabinet have also mentioned it a few times. , you look at the silver..."

Yun Cong rubbed his fingers suggestively.

He Si cheered himself up, don't panic, the difficulty in this world lies in one word - money, but the simplicity is also simple in three words - shameless.

So He Si calmly said: "Of course the money has to be paid back, but I am still puzzled by the fact. Master Yun, you are the God of Wealth in the Six Departments, and you know best that Jinyiwei was the imperial city from the time of Tai/Zu The pro-military with the strongest foundation under his feet. Whether it is salary or rewards, he has always been the most lucrative and top-notch group in the yamen. Let me tell you the truth, don't mind, on the surface, the expenditure of our Dongchang and its Jinyiwei are almost the same. But you and I know very well that Jinyiwei has always distributed real gold and silver, which is not even comparable to a minister like you."

This is the truth. It didn't take long for He Sizai to sit in this seat, and he learned that the salaries of those officials in the outer dynasty were actually not stable.In the event of a natural or man-made disaster, when the national treasury was tight, it would even have to use silk materials to make up for it. Only Jin Yiwei was unstoppable, sending out rice noodles and silver coins every penny.

He Si put down the teacup, held up the stove with both hands and slowly rubbed his palms, he was especially afraid of the cold, especially this year when it was cold early, he wished he could curl up in bed at twelve o'clock a day.It's a pity that even if he wanted to, Zhao Jingzhong, the mother-like big protector, would annoy him by nagging.

He frowned, but the corners of his mouth formed a straight line, with a hint of a smirk: "Our family doesn't understand, why is Jin Yiwei short of money, and is it so urgent?"

As soon as Yun Cong saw He Si's expression, he knew that [-]% of the money would be impossible to get back today. To be honest, no one in Manchao Wenwu would be willing to deal with this Dongchang, especially if he had to pull his teeth out of the tiger's mouth. If it weren't for this The new admiral of Dongchang looks handsome, and he would not be willing to step into this door even if he was killed.

But there is no way, Dongchang must not be offended, and the elders in the cabinet must not be offended.

Yun Cong also laughed, and he smiled sincerely: "The admiral is wise, I know that at the end of the year, every family will have money flowing out like running water. This Jinyiwei has no commander this year, and people's hearts are fluctuating. Several assistants in the cabinet The meaning of the political officials is to appease and appease, and the Empress Dowager also knows about this. In addition, it is indeed time to change a batch of weapons on the other end. The Governor knows that the handles of this Xiuchun knife are all made by heavy industry, and the money invested is not a single star. This year, not to mention the spring flood in the south of the Yangtze River at the beginning of the year, the cost of the national funeral is a huge sum," Yun Cong said with a bitter face, spreading his hands helplessly, "My small household department really can't squeeze out money. gone."

Damn it, a Minister of the Ministry of Household Affairs ran to him and cried poorly, and He Si wished to throw away the burden of his image and cry with him. Not only could he cry, but he could also cry!

He Si was already shameless, but he really couldn't let go of the remaining aloof personality, so he had to slap his face and continue to play Tai Chi with him: "Master Yun, tell the princes who are coming to Beijing soon. It’s just a matter of bitterness. We closed the door to our own family, and our family still doesn’t know what’s going on with our family? If the Ministry of Household Affairs really can’t even get this little money out, then our six departments will not open tomorrow.”

He sighed leisurely: "Your Majesty Yun said it yourself, everyone is in a tight spot this year. To tell you the truth, my Dongchang raises three thousand sons, and with the little salary allotted from the court, I have already paid for it. Thousands of people starved to death, not to mention other informants who didn't show up. These tens of thousands of mouths are all white money."

Yun Cong's face became more and more bitter as he spoke, but he was about to open his mouth but was stopped by He Si's gesture, and He Si said unhurriedly: "Don't worry, the money will definitely be returned to your household department How about this, how about I personally offer those three hundred thousand taels as soon as the money and food in Zhuangzi are collected in the twelfth lunar month?"

What can Yun Cong do? Can Yun Cong put a knife on his neck and his four necks, forcing him to spit out money?

Then let's not think about getting good arms and legs today, and walk out of the East Factory.

Yun Cong sighed heavily: "Forget it, the admiral has already said so, so I have no choice but to report back to the cabinet."

Yo, yo, this is being bullied and going home to file a complaint, right?

He Sicai is not afraid, he doesn't even want his face, so he is afraid of some spit from your cabinet?

……

After sending Yun Cong away, He Si nestled in the high chair sleepily with his arms in his hands and did not move.

Zhao Jingzhong floated down from the beam, and accidentally burped when he landed.

"..." He Siyin said gloomyly: "If you go to the imperial dining room with Li Baoguo to steal chicken legs to eat, tomorrow you will go to the imperial dining room to catch mice for others!"

Damn, I don't even know how to bring him one if I steal a chicken leg!

Zhao Jingzhong: "..."

Zhao Jingzhong covered his mouth violently, and swallowed another full belch in time. He swallowed his throat, and carefully observed Hesi's expression: "Master, you are in a bad mood, but Master Yun is here to collect debts again?"

Hesi snorted coldly, touched the stove and nodded, then shook his head suddenly.

Zhao Jingzhong looked confused.

He Si twitched his lips: "I finally understand now, who bypassed our East Factory and gave orders to Jin Yiwei."

It turned out that it was the group of veteran ministers in the cabinet who had long been displeased with Dongchang. Thinking about it, I can understand that they came from noble families, and Dongchang, led by eunuchs, was domineering over their heads. for so long.This time, he finally waited until the old admiral abdicated and gave it to a boy whose hair hadn't grown yet, so he didn't hurry to support Jin Yiwei to suppress Dongchang.

He Siyuan thought that his godfather hadn't retired long ago, so everyone seemed to be smug, and tripped him again after a while, but he didn't expect to make small moves so soon.

He thought that this was not going to work, don't he fail to kill Jinyiwei during his time as the admiral of the East Factory, but instead gave it a chance to make a comeback, wouldn't his godfather rush back to the capital in anger, and kill him to sacrifice to heaven? ? ?

Fortunately, the end of the year is approaching, and feudal lords from all over the country are going to Beijing. He has to seize this opportunity to raise the little emperor's crisis awareness and let him know who is the most reliable person.

Although, He Sida thought in his heart that maybe the little bastard would be the first to kill himself, the dead eunuch...

Calculating the time, the little emperor should be studying hard in the upper study room at this time, and it was still early for school to end, so He Sipan made some calculations and decided to go out of the palace first, and summoned several Zhuangzi managers near the suburbs of Beijing to see what happened to the landlord's house this year. Is there any surplus food.

Before leaving the palace, he called Yu Lian, the eunuch of Bingbi, and asked him to temporarily put aside the six copies of the family for a few days.

Show him face?He would like to take this opportunity to see who are the villains behind his back.

……

Putting on brocade and autumn clothes, He Si still felt cold, and was thinking about putting on another thin cloak, when suddenly there was a crisp sound from outside.

He Siyi was dazed, and went out to see that the agate pen that had been well placed on the desk was rolled on the ground, the table was tilted halfway, and the tattered books on the table legs were quietly spread out on their backs.

He Si's complexion suddenly darkened.

When I got closer, I saw that on the opened page of the torn book, it was written that it is better to save a life than to add to the icing on the cake.Today's matter... It's too late, get in the car! ! !

Hesi: "..."