The Journey Starting from the Siheyuan Chapter 610: Wei Chen, there is a magical weapon...
Nowadays, those who can play the Dengwen drum all have backgrounds, or some people want to use this drum to cause trouble. Civil disputes like Xiao Diyun's do not even have to be thought about.
There were hundreds of millions of people in the Song Dynasty, and there were countless disputes that occurred every day. If only one person could solve the problem, the emperor would die of exhaustion. If he didn't sleep for 24 hours, he wouldn't have time to deal with the grievances.
In the next few days, Wang Lidong was busy without touching the ground. He would go out early in the morning, either to see the newly acquired coal fields or to the four briquette production and distribution points in the city to inspect the construction progress and employee training.
Condition.
Time soon came to mid-January. After breakfast, Wang Lidong arrived at the briquette production and distribution point in the west of the city.
Although it was early in the morning, the entire distribution point was bustling with people and extremely lively.
It was the time when the morning and evening shifts were handed over. The craftsmen who were about to go home after work all saluted Wang Lidong when they saw him.
"I've seen you, young master."
"I've met my young father-in-law."
"good."
"good."
Wang Lidong greeted them all the way to the site where briquettes are produced.
Watching each craftsman skillfully using a manual briquette forming machine to make briquettes, he looked at the main pipe on the side:
"They are all very skilled. How many briquettes can be produced in a day now?"
The manager replied: "There are a total of 245 craftsmen pressing briquettes, divided into two shifts. Each person can press about 400 briquettes per shift, and the daily output can reach 100,000."
It only took about ten days to achieve this amount of output, and Wang Lidong was quite satisfied.
Then I walked to the briquette warehouse and looked at the warehouse. Most of the space was filled with briquettes. "How many briquettes are there here?"
The manager immediately reported a number: "As of last night, there were a total of 635,000 briquettes in the warehouse..."
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In the sixth year of Emperor You's reign in the Northern Song Dynasty, on January 15th, at three o'clock in the morning (five-ten), I managed to arrive at Zichen Hall that day.
Last night, he worked hard at Concubine Rong's house for most of the night for the future of the Song Dynasty.
I have to attend the morning pilgrimage early this morning.
Bitter!
After the ministers in the palace bowed and paid homage, the head official of the palace loudly said: "If you have something to do, please leave early. If you have nothing to do, please roll up the curtain and leave the court."
As soon as he finished speaking, two courtiers came out. One was Liang Shi, the prime minister of the dynasty, and the other was Wen Yanbo, who participated in the political affairs. "Your Majesty, it has been snowing in the capital for more than thirty consecutive days. The deepest part has reached
Zhang Yu, the number of soldiers and civilians who have been injured recently is also increasing day by day..." At this point, Prime Minister Liang Shi and political advisor Wen Yanbo bowed deeply, "I hope that your Majesty will be acquitted and show mercy, save punishment and reduce taxes, pray for natural disasters, and provide relief.
All nations.”
Official Zhao Zhen frowned. Ten days ago, he had just exempted Kaifeng and several nearby prefectures from two-year agricultural taxes. Just a few days later, he was asked to waive the exemption. It's true that you don't know how expensive firewood and rice are if you don't live in the family...
[To tell you the truth, I have been using the Changing Source app recently to read and catch up on updates. Changing sources allows me to read aloud with more sounds.
I can think of the rumors that have appeared in the capital in the past two days... saying that this natural disaster was caused by him. Of course, it does not mean that he is immoral, but that he has been unwilling to make the clan son a prince, so God will
Bring disaster!
How ridiculous!
He knew that nothing unexpected happened, it was the hands and feet of those two bastards!
But...the human eye is terrifying!
Holding his eyes open, he and his two husbands quoted scriptures and spoke eloquently... It's a pity that they are the professionals... After arguing for most of the time, the officials of the Song Dynasty reluctantly avoided Kaifeng and the approaching
Several prefectures paid a Ding tax (poll tax) for two years and paid 400,000 charcoal. They took out some of the wood and coal controlled by the imperial court and put it on the market at half price.
Then several more people came out, but they all talked about trivial matters, and the emperor also gave instructions one by one.
This kind of court meeting is actually just a formality. Important matters should be communicated with the prime minister and several husbands in private today. At the court meeting, they will be announced. Otherwise, major matters will be discussed at the court meeting. Bai Laihao
People have hundreds of ideas and may not be able to decide for a few days.
Soon, there were no more officials in the hall. Duke Qi rubbed his hands, straightened the attendance board in his hands, coughed twice, adjusted his voice, and was about to raise his legs to leave the class to start playing. Unexpectedly, there was someone.
The bastard beat him to it.
I saw one person bowing deeply and then said: "I, the censor, Zhongcheng Sun Zhen, have a script to report."
Zhao Zhen felt a little fed up when he saw that the person who spoke out was the boss of the professional trolls.
After waving his hand to indicate that he had farts, Sun Zhen, the imperial censor, turned on the chatterbox mode. "Bala Bala" talked a lot of nonsense, which made the official's eyes tremble. Finally, when he couldn't help but scold him, this
Finally got to the point.
The impeached Salt and Iron Division refused to change despite repeated admonitions and continued to use charcoal for copper and iron smelting, causing a shortage of charcoal in Tokyo. A large number of soldiers and civilians froze to death every day because they could not afford to burn charcoal. If this continued, it might cause turmoil in the capital...
After Sun Zhengang finished speaking, seven or eight more people stood up from the two groups of people, accusing the Salt and Iron Division and Qi Guogong of completely disregarding the lives of the entire city's soldiers and civilians for the sake of their own department's performance...
Such a big battle, if it were normal, Qi Guogong would have been weak in the legs. These Yushitai are so talkative, and they can be said to be white. He who comes from a distinguished family will definitely not be able to defeat them.
But today...thinking of what I was about to present, a hint of disdain appeared at the corner of my mouth.
Nowadays, the officials are very unhappy when old issues are brought up again. It is clear who is responsible for the lack of charcoal. Last time, they gave face to this bastard and Lu Yijian, but now they are going to slap their noses in their faces to no end.
Waving his hands to interrupt the excitement of several Zhengkangs, the censor, who was spraying foam at his mouth and rolling his eyes so proudly, nodded to Qi Guogong and asked him to stand up and defend himself, and gave him a look---Don't be afraid, I'm your son-in-law.
Give me a hard fight against these bastards, it's okay if you can't do it, I'm here.
Duke Guo of Qi hurriedly adjusted his hat that was a little crooked, then walked between the two groups of ministers. After bowing, he said: "Your Majesty, everyone knows why the capital is short of charcoal." He turned around and pointed at Sun Zhongcheng's nose angrily and said: "
Lu Gongbi, the governor, spent more than thirty days besides contacting the big families in the city to provide porridge, what else did he do?
This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! His Majesty and several husbands were anxious and could not sleep day and night. However, Master Lu was still in the mood to make an appointment with some friends and go to Fanlou for a drink after leaving the Yamen yesterday.
Flower wine.
Sun Zhongcheng, I know that you are a student of Lu Xianggong, and you want to protect Lu Gongbi. This is human nature.
But don’t forget, you are still the imperial censor Zhongcheng. It seems that in your eyes, His Majesty is not as important as Lu Gongbi!”
These words were so poisonous that Sun Zhen, the censor's chief minister, trembled in his heart. He quickly glanced at the present man and found that this man was looking at him. The evil in his eyes could be seen by anyone.
I scolded Qi Guogong for being such a bird in my heart several times.
Although you are telling the truth, can you not show it so clearly?
"Your Majesty, the Duke of Qi is full of nonsense. The loyalty of the ministers to the Song Dynasty can be learned from heaven and earth. He is trying to sow discord between the monarch and his ministers, and his intention is to be punished."
Duke Guo of Qi snorted coldly: "Loyalty is not something you talk about or write in memorials, but depends on what you actually do. Just like Lu Gongbi, Mr. Lu, you can see from the drinking of flower wine that he has great respect for the soldiers and people of the capital.
I don’t care about my life or death at all..."
All the ministers in the palace were a little surprised. In the past, the Duke of Qi was a boring gourd and couldn't say a word for a long time. Why did he talk so much today that he almost threw the censor Zhongcheng against the wall... Could it be that he had done something big before going to court?
Got a pill?
Sun Zhen, the censor Zhongcheng, said with a solemn face: "It has been more than ten years since the Duke of Qi entered the court. So what have you done so far to prove your loyalty to the officials and the Song Dynasty? It seems that there is nothing."
Ten days ago, there really wasn't any.
Ahem!
The Duke of Qi straightened his sleeves and bowed to the present person: "Your Majesty, Duke of Qi, I have something to report to Qi Hai, the envoy of Salt and Iron."
Looking at Duke Qi with a tense face, Zhao Zhen said curiously:
"Sir, what do you want to say?"
Duke Guo of Qi raised the attendance board and bent slightly: "Wei Chen, there is a magic weapon that can solve the problem of lack of charcoal for the 1.5 million soldiers and civilians in the capital!"