They came to Xue Lian's study together. There were already six people waiting in the study, three of them were wearing civilian robes, one was wearing a military attache's robe, and two others were also dressed as scribes, and they were probably the staff invited by Xue Lian. Take Wu Shigong with him.
The middle-aged scribe who came in first took the initiative to introduce himself: his name was "Zhang Kehua", and then introduced everyone present to Wu Shigong one by one. Wu Shigong couldn't remember so much. Anyway, he handed over to him whoever he introduced.
I only remember that among them, one was an official from Shuntian Prefecture, one was from the Ministry of Industry, and one was from the Ministry of Household Affairs. The officer was an officer from the Beijing Camp. Everyone also returned the greetings politely. Everyone sat down separately.
Wu Shigong also sat in a corner of the study and listened to their discussion.
It turns out that this matter is about the explosion of Wanggong Factory. After this incident, the Ministry of Household Affairs allocated 10,000 taels, and the inner treasury allocated 10,000 taels. A total of 20,000 taels of silver were given to Shuntian Prefecture, the Ministry of Industry and the Beijing Government.
Battalions jointly provided disaster relief. Finally, Wei Zhongxian asked for this job for Xue Lian. He told the emperor that sending an honorable minister could help show the importance of the court and help the victims feel at ease. The emperor also agreed. So, the emperor
An edict was issued to make General Xue Lian responsible for this disaster relief, and asked Shuntian Prefecture, the Ministry of Industry and the Beijing Camp to cooperate with him. However, according to the rules of the Ming Dynasty for disaster relief at that time, 30% of the silver allocated by the Ministry of Revenue and the internal treasury were deducted.
, In this way, there are only 14,000 taels in Xue Lian's hands. If Wei Zhongxian is given another 5,000 taels as a filial piety, there are still nine thousand taels left. But what can nine thousand taels do? Until now, King Li
It has been a month since the Gongchang explosion occurred, but the ruins are still the same pile of ruins. Not to mention rebuilding homes, even the cleaning of the roads at the explosion site and the disposal of garbage in the ruins have not been carried out. Xue Lian is also anxious, even after
The morning after my daughter's wedding, I hurriedly summoned people from relevant departments to discuss a solution.
In fact, Wei Zhongxian asked Xue Lian for the job of commander-in-chief of disaster relief, not to harm him. That was Wei Zhongxian's plan. As long as Xue Lian spent three or four thousand taels out of the nine thousand taels, he would set up a porridge or something for the victims.
Just a small amount of relief, don't cause any big troubles, and give another one or two to the officials below, and Xue Lian's own pocket will be able to drop three or four thousand taels. This can be regarded as a good job, and it can also be regarded as taking care of one's own people.
However, Xue Lian has not completely lost his conscience, but he wants to provide relief to the victims. But in this disaster, nearly 11,000 houses collapsed, nearly 10,000 people died, and the injured and homeless
If you want to seriously provide disaster relief, how can nine thousand taels of silver be enough? If you don’t have enough money, there is nothing you can do. As long as you have people, you can at least do some disaster relief work. But Xue Lian and Shuntian Prefecture, the Ministry of Industry and Beijing
The three departments of the battalion have been negotiating for almost a month, but these three departments have repeatedly pushed back and refused to send more manpower except sending a few puppies and kittens to cope with the situation. Xue Lian was also cruel today
I really need them to squeeze out some manpower.
After briefly making his opening remarks, Xue Lian went straight to the topic, then looked around at the officials sitting around him and asked them to come up with a solution.
Seeing Xue Lian's eyes looking at him, the official from Shuntian Mansion began to speak first. The content of his speech was very simple, and could be summed up in two words - "No one!". He explained: At this time, it happens to be busy in the summer.
When the time comes, what will happen to the harvest in the fields if we allocate manpower now? It is not just here that the victims of the Wanggong Factory explosion have been rescued, but there are also victims fleeing famine in Shuntian Prefecture. This is a very good reason to ensure the stability of agricultural production.
The problem has always been an issue worthy of attention. Even in the current information age, agriculture-based and non-agricultural instability are the basic national policies of our country. Needless to say, the agricultural society of the Ming Dynasty.
After hearing the explanation from the Shuntian Prefecture official, Xue Lian could only look at the next person. It was the official from the Ministry of Works. The official from the Ministry of Works also gave a very concise answer, just two words - "No!"
He explained: At the current disaster site, except for a few main roads that can be kept open, other roads are densely covered with temporary huts for the victims. How can people clean the roads? In addition, even if
There are no victims on the road, and the Ministry of Industry cannot send manpower to work. Because this explosion not only destroyed the houses, but also destroyed sections of the south and west walls of the capital. The craftsmen of the Ministry of Industry are working hard.
It's time to build the city wall. Otherwise, when the Mongol army invades the border in autumn and winter, if the defenders on the nine borders take a nap and let a group of Mongolian soldiers enter the capital, it will be a lot of fun.
The south city wall is okay, and there is an outer city wall. But what about the west city wall? By then, those Mongolian soldiers discovered that there was a VIP passage left for them in the west city wall of the capital, and they were not happy? This reason is even more
It is strong. The security of national defense must be guaranteed.
Before Xue Lian could look at him, the officer from the Beijing camp started shouting. The core content of his shouting was still two words - "Cry the poor!". He explained: The most elite warriors in the Beijing camp.
The battalion is well paid, but they have to protect the palace and the core of the capital, so they cannot move. The only ones that can move are the Tenth Regiment Battalion stationed on the outskirts of the capital. But the soldiers of the Tenth Regiment Battalion can only get 70% of their pay.
How do they and their families live in the high-consumption city of Beijing? So most of them are engaged in second jobs outside. Now, if they stop their second jobs to go to disaster relief, what will they eat?
Do they and their families have to go to the porridge to grab porridge from the victims? However, in the end, the officer still left a trail. He stated that as a people's soldier with ideals and discipline, as long as he can make up for the military salary,
, he promised to pull out a combat-effective disaster relief team. This reason is simply too naked. It can be summed up in eight big words - people die for wealth, and birds die for food!
In desperation, Xue Lian could only look at the Ministry of Revenue official, hoping that the Ministry of Revenue could squeeze out some more disaster relief funds. The official from the Ministry of Revenue was not in a hurry, and he resorted to the Mahayana master of the Ministry of Revenue.
, stored in the body, cultivated for thousands of years of power, the ultimate magic weapon that integrates offense and defense. The name of this magic weapon is very simple, just two words - "No money!". This magic weapon suddenly put Xue Lian on the spot.
Here, I would like to share a little secret with you readers. The author once had such a talisman. When I sacrificed it, several ghosts were still chasing me, Nascent Soul level, insurance
The salesman ran away when he saw it (for the explanation of the terms of Mahayana level, Nascent Soul level, magic weapon and talisman, please refer to "The Story of Mortal Cultivation of Immortality". The author also likes this work very much and hopes to forget to capitalize "Immortal World").
The official from the Ministry of Household Affairs secretly thought in his heart: The ten thousand taels of disaster relief money given earlier were all saved by the Ministry of Household Affairs. If there was money, what could not be done? Shuntian Prefecture could not send out people.
, then spend money to hire people; if the Ministry of Works cannot produce craftsmen, then spend money to hire private craftsmen; and the military salary of the Beijing camp has already been supplemented, why are you still waiting for the officer to come and complain about poverty?
Wu Shigong was sitting in the corner. It was an eye-opener for him. He had witnessed a national-level, highest-level wrangling performance. And the wrangling was top-notch calfskin. Although because he and Xue Lian were son-in-law, the two of them were
He was in a trench, so Wu Shigong had to express his most sincere greetings and understanding to Xue Lian in his heart, but Wu Shigong didn't take anything seriously at all. Because today, his role is very clearly that of a soy sauce party.
But the problem has to be solved, right? Several people discussed it and came up with a way to continue collecting donations from various princes, nobles, officials and gentry for disaster relief. Seeing that there was no other good way, Xue Lian could only announce that the meeting was adjourned. After the meeting was over,
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Xue Lian thought helplessly.
After the officials left, Xue Lian left his staff behind to continue discussing something. Seeing this, Wu Shigong also stood up to leave. Suddenly Xue Lian raised his head and asked him: "Do you have any good ideas for a good son-in-law?"
Wu Shigong was sitting aside just now, thinking about his position, and he was already thinking about it. Besides, he didn't know the ins and outs of this matter at all, so what could he answer? He couldn't answer the question about disaster relief.
Familiar, that job was done by the People's Liberation Army. Murdering, setting fires and creating disasters were Wu Shigong's strengths. So Wu Shigong bowed his hands and said, "Master Hou, my son-in-law can't do anything about this."
After hearing Wu Shigong's answer, Xue Lian didn't have any disappointed expression on his face. He probably didn't have any hope that Wu Shigong would come up with a solution. He waved his hand and let Wu Shigong leave. Then he said to his three staff: "
Later, I would like to trouble three gentlemen to accompany me to check the situation. The most important thing is to suppress the unrest of the victims..."
Wu Shigong left the study and walked away gradually, not caring about what his father-in-law was talking about. Halfway down the road, he suddenly remembered: Why didn't he ask his father-in-law before leaving, what position did he get? It might as well give him some peace of mind.
Prepare. But it’s not good to go back and ask now. Forget it, you will always know.
At noon, Xue Lian went out to do errands, and only his mother-in-law, Mrs. Zhang, had dinner with the young couple. Mrs. Zhang was very kind and kept saying caring words to Wu Shigong. This made Wu Shigong feel a little warm in his heart. As a person of two generations, Wu Shigong
He had never enjoyed the care of his family, even if it was just a pretense. At this time, Wu Shigong also secretly planted the seeds of caring and taking care of his family in his heart.
Wu Shigong also sighed: When he was in the Wu family, Wu Shigong could only have a meal with the whole family on special days such as ancestor worship and the Spring Festival. But when he arrived at the Xue family, he naturally went to the main table and the whole family could eat together. So, with this
As a son-in-law, does your status decrease or increase?
At the dinner table, Mrs. Zhang, the mother-in-law, was always complaining about Xue Lian: "This is the first time I have dinner with my daughter and son-in-law, and we have to go out on business. Mr. Marquis is too unmeasured in doing things."
Wu Shigong was very happy when he learned that he was going to get the position, and he flattered him: "Madam, the Marquis was reused by the court because of his superior ability. Besides, his work in rescuing the victims is also a blessing to his descendants.
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Everyone loves to hear sweet words. Mrs. Zhang and Xue Yufei both laughed. Especially when they heard the words "blessings to descendants", Mrs. Zhang also looked at Xue Yufei's belly meaningfully with a smile. Feeling her mother's eyes, Xue Yufei
His little face turned red. Seeing the little actions of the mother and daughter, Wu Shigong sighed in his heart: "Please! Can't it be so fast?"