Lao Zhu sighed and said coldly: "Do you think that only Henan is affected by the disaster?"
"Of course, of course not." Zhu Biao quickly explained, "I know that there is a serious drought in the world this year, and many places have been affected. However, Henan is the most serious."
"The reason why Henan is serious is because the Chief Envoy concealed it at first." Speaking of this, Lao Zhu was angry. If he could fly to Henan immediately, he would like to kill all the officials in the Chief Envoy.
It was chopped.
Pointing towards the imperial case, "Open your eyes and look at the piles of memorials about disasters all over the world. Do you think I can still keep the little money and food in my hand?"
Zhu Biao was shocked when he heard this, and asked blankly: "Father, do you mean that the money and food have been used?" Zhu Biao was so frightened when he said that, a big cold sweat fell from his cheeks.
.
Originally, he thought that his father had money and food here, which could alleviate the famine in Henan. Unexpectedly, the money and food in his father's hands had already been used to provide relief to all parts of the world.
Lao Zhu is also helpless. He is now like a master carrying grain, surrounded by mouths crying for food, but he can count the grains of grain in his hand. In this case, Lao Zhu can
What should I do? I can only see which one is making the most noise, and then give him a grain of rice to keep him going.
What makes Lao Zhu most angry about the grain shortage in Henan is that even the people in the Chief Envoy concealed it and did not report it until it was out of control. But what is the use of reporting it now? The hundreds of thousands of money from the Ming Dynasty Royal Grain Industry
All the grain burdens have been allocated a long time ago. Lao Zhu only has tens of thousands of grains in his hands now. Even if they are allocated to Henan, it will be a drop in the bucket.
"Father" Zhu Biao looked miserable. When he thought about the lack of food, the people in Henan, who had been without food for a month, would probably starve to death.
Zhu Biao was heartbroken.
Zhu Biao's grief did not arouse the slightest sympathy from Lao Zhu. Instead, he took this opportunity to teach him carefully.
"You were plotted, did you know that?"
When Zhu Biao was heartbroken, he did not answer Lao Zhu.
Lao Zhu continued: "Since you know how much food I have in my hand, how can all the officials not know about it? I have to go through the Sixth Department to allocate money and food. How can the Sixth Department not know that I have very little money and food left in my hand? But
, they still come to you to ask me to allocate money and food even though they know that I don’t have much money anymore. Tell me, what are their intentions?”
Zhu Biao suddenly realized that his father's allocation of money and food would not be hidden from the eyes of officials in various ministries. After all, memorials about disasters in various places were submitted to the imperial court, and officials in various ministries knew clearly what was approved in those memorials.
Then since they all know that their father has no money or food in his hands, why do they still come to him to plead for mercy?
"Why is this?"
When Lao Zhu saw Zhu Biao's doubts, he felt a lot relieved. He patiently explained: "They think you are weak and can be bullied, and they are plotting against you."
Zhu Biao raised his eyelids. His father's words were somewhat harsh, and he felt a little repelled.
"Don't be dissatisfied. An emperor must have both benevolence and thunderous methods. Do you think that everything the officials say is true? If so.
If it’s true, then why did the people in the Henan Chief Envoy conceal the disaster and not report it? Do you think the officials will not plot against you? If the officials will not plot against you, then why did they let you come to me to beg me?"
When Zhu Biao wanted to explain, Lao Zhu waved his hand and stopped him.
"Don't rush to explain now, listen to what I have to say first. In fact, do you know that from the first step you came to find me, you were plotted by them. They knew clearly that I had no money or food in my hands, so they still
You have to come and beg me. Think about it, think about it carefully, what is their plan?"
Although Zhu Biao was unhappy in his heart, his always kind personality allowed him to listen to his words no matter what time he was speaking.
After listening to his father's words, Zhu Biao really settled down and thought about it carefully.
'Since those officials knew that my father had no money and food in his hands, wouldn't it be a waste of time for them to beg him to find him? None of the officials who could stand in the Fengtian Palace were fools. It was impossible for them to do such a complete thing.
It's meaningless. If that's the case, does that mean they have another purpose?'
So, what is their purpose? Or what benefits will it bring to them?
Suddenly, Zhu Biao suddenly thought of something. His face suddenly changed, and his eyes showed a look of disbelief.
"Father, are they trying to plot against you? They want to"
"Not bad, not bad," Lao Zhu smiled with satisfaction, not worried about the famine at all.
Looking at Zhu Biao, he said approvingly: "You can figure it out for yourself, so you have not wasted all my hard work and so much talk. Yes, they are using your hand to plot against me. You are really a good minister of mine."
.”
Lao Zhu's eyes were dark and the meaning was unclear. Fortunately, since Lao Zhu abolished the Zhongshu Province and the Prime Minister, he had too many experiences of fighting wits and courage with officials. Lao Zhu was used to being plotted by officials. If it was just for someone
Lao Zhu himself wouldn't think there was anything wrong with this. But these people dared to use Zhu Biao's hand to plot against him, which made Lao Zhu faintly angry.
It's like two strong men fighting. One side can't fight, but wants to attack the other side's family. Any man can't stand it, let alone Lao Zhu.
The corner of his mouth curled up, and Lao Zhu made a mental note to Bai Guan.
Looking back at Zhu Biao who was deeply shocked, Lao Zhu explained in a friendly manner: "You know? From the moment you left the East Palace, the relief of Henan was no longer the matter of the officials. On the contrary, this matter
Troublesome things fall on my head. If the relief effort is effective, that is what I should do. But if the relief effort is not effective, leading to a great famine, then it is my fault."
Got it, Zhu Biao understood everything.
From the moment he came to beg his father, the life and death of millions of people in Henan were all tied to his father. If his father had money and food, there would be no problem, just allocate money and food for disaster relief. But it just happened
The father's money and food have been exhausted long ago, and now there is no money and food available for disaster relief. If there is a problem in Henan due to this, everyone will think that the father is unwilling to provide money and food for disaster relief. By then, I am afraid that the whole world will be the same.
There was a lot of scolding.
Those officials who came to the East Palace to plead for mercy had no good intentions at all, Zhu Biao thought angrily in his heart. Lao Zhu sighed and said coldly: "Do you think that only Henan is affected by the disaster?"
"Of course, of course not." Zhu Biao quickly explained, "I know that there is a serious drought in the world this year, and many places have been affected. However, Henan is the most serious."
"The reason why Henan is serious is because the Chief Envoy concealed it at first." Speaking of this, Lao Zhu was angry. If he could fly to Henan immediately, he would like to kill all the officials in the Chief Envoy.
It was chopped.
Pointing towards the imperial case, "Open your eyes and look at the piles of memorials about disasters all over the world. Do you think I can still keep the little money and food in my hand?"
Zhu Biao was shocked when he heard this, and asked blankly: "Father, do you mean that the money and food have been used?" Zhu Biao was so frightened when he said that, a big cold sweat fell from his cheeks.
.
Originally, he thought that his father had money and food here, which could alleviate the famine in Henan. Unexpectedly, the money and food in his father's hands had already been used to provide relief to all parts of the world.
Lao Zhu is also helpless. He is now like a master carrying grain, surrounded by mouths crying for food, but he can count the grains of grain in his hand. In this case, Lao Zhu can
What should I do? I can only see which one is making the most noise, and then give him a grain of rice to keep him going.
What makes Lao Zhu most angry about the grain shortage in Henan is that even the people in the Chief Envoy concealed it and did not report it until it was out of control. But what is the use of reporting it now? The hundreds of thousands of money from the Ming Dynasty Royal Grain Industry
All the grain burdens have been allocated a long time ago. Lao Zhu only has tens of thousands of grains in his hands now. Even if they are allocated to Henan, it will be a drop in the bucket.
"Father" Zhu Biao looked miserable. When he thought about the lack of food, the people in Henan, who had been without food for a month, would probably starve to death.
Zhu Biao was heartbroken.
Zhu Biao's grief did not arouse the slightest sympathy from Lao Zhu. Instead, he took this opportunity to teach him carefully.
"You were plotted, did you know that?"
When Zhu Biao was heartbroken, he did not answer Lao Zhu.
Lao Zhu continued: "Since you know how much food I have in my hand, how can all the officials not know about it? I have to go through the Sixth Department to allocate money and food. How can the Sixth Department not know that I have very little money and food left in my hand? But
, they still come to you to ask me to allocate money and food even though they know that I don’t have much money anymore. Tell me, what are their intentions?”
Zhu Biao suddenly realized that his father's allocation of money and food would not be hidden from the eyes of officials in various ministries. After all, memorials about disasters in various places were submitted to the imperial court, and officials in various ministries knew clearly what was approved in those memorials.
Then since they all know that their father has no money or food in his hands, why do they still come to him to plead for mercy?
"Why is this?"
When Lao Zhu saw Zhu Biao's doubts, he felt a lot relieved. He patiently explained: "They think you are weak and can be bullied, and they are plotting against you."
Zhu Biao raised his eyelids. His father's words were somewhat harsh, and he felt a little repelled.
"Don't be dissatisfied. An emperor must have both benevolence and thunderous methods. Do you think that everything the officials say is true? If so.
If it’s true, then why did the people in the Henan Chief Envoy conceal the disaster and not report it? Do you think the officials will not plot against you? If the officials will not plot against you, then why did they let you come to me to beg me?"
When Zhu Biao wanted to explain, Lao Zhu waved his hand and stopped him.
"Don't rush to explain now, listen to what I have to say first. In fact, do you know that from the first step you came to find me, you were plotted by them. They knew clearly that I had no money or food in my hands, so they still
You have to come and beg me. Think about it, think about it carefully, what is their plan?"
Although Zhu Biao was unhappy in his heart, his always kind personality allowed him to listen to his words no matter what time he was speaking.
After listening to his father's words, Zhu Biao really settled down and thought about it carefully.
'Since those officials knew that my father had no money and food in his hands, wouldn't it be a waste of time for them to beg him to find him? None of the officials who could stand in the Fengtian Palace were fools. It was impossible for them to do such a complete thing.
It's meaningless. If that's the case, does that mean they have another purpose?'
So, what is their purpose? Or what benefits will it bring to them?
Suddenly, Zhu Biao suddenly thought of something. His face suddenly changed, and his eyes showed a look of disbelief.
"Father, are they trying to plot against you? They want to"
"Not bad, not bad," Lao Zhu smiled with satisfaction, not worried about the famine at all.
Looking at Zhu Biao, he said approvingly: "You can figure it out for yourself, so you have not wasted all my hard work and so much talk. Yes, they are using your hand to plot against me. You are really a good minister of mine."
.”
Lao Zhu's eyes were dark and the meaning was unclear. Fortunately, since Lao Zhu abolished the Zhongshu Province and the Prime Minister, he had too many experiences of fighting wits and courage with officials. Lao Zhu was used to being plotted by officials. If it was just for someone
Lao Zhu himself wouldn't think there was anything wrong with this. But these people dared to use Zhu Biao's hand to plot against him, which made Lao Zhu faintly angry.
It's like two strong men fighting. One side can't fight, but wants to attack the other side's family. Any man can't stand it, let alone Lao Zhu.
The corner of his mouth curled up, and Lao Zhu made a mental note to Bai Guan.
Looking back at Zhu Biao who was deeply shocked, Lao Zhu explained in a friendly manner: "You know? From the moment you left the East Palace, the relief of Henan was no longer the matter of the officials. On the contrary, this matter
Troublesome things fall on my head. If the relief effort is effective, that is what I should do. But if the relief effort is not effective, leading to a great famine, then it is my fault."
Got it, Zhu Biao understood everything.
From the moment he came to beg his father, the life and death of millions of people in Henan were all tied to his father. If his father had money and food, there would be no problem, just allocate money and food for disaster relief. But it just happened
The father's money and food have been exhausted long ago, and now there is no money and food available for disaster relief. If there is a problem in Henan due to this, everyone will think that the father is unwilling to provide money and food for disaster relief. By then, I am afraid that the whole world will be the same.
There was a lot of scolding.
Those officials who came to the East Palace to plead for mercy simply had no good intentions, Zhu Biao thought angrily.