In the Mid-Autumn Festival in August, all people cheer for Genyue in Bianliang.
After Zhao Ji came back, his face was flushed. A maid handed over a hot and wet towel. Zhao Ji showed his face and said, "I like Yang Qing's arrangement today very much."
Yang Lin smiled and said: "It is a blessing for a humble minister to be able to relieve His Majesty's worries."
Throughout history, fun-loving emperors like Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty and Huizong of the Song Dynasty liked ministers who could get money most. Li Linfu at the time and Cai Jing today were able to be re-elected for more than ten years because of this talent.
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What Zhao Ji is most satisfied with is that Yang Lin doesn't ask for a penny from him for every big event and big deal.
In the eyes of the emperor, this is the most useful talent. Whatever I want to do, you stand there with your nose, not your nose, not your eyes. The emperor has nothing to say when he says that the treasury is empty. No matter how famous such a minister is, he will not
He has held important positions for a long time.
Everyone knows that the Northern Song Dynasty was wealthy, so where does the wealth lie? The wealth lies in the scholar-bureaucrats
These people hold a large amount of money in their hands. Apart from their daily luxurious life, almost everything else is stored in hoards.
Money buried in the ground, is it still called money? What is the difference between it and soil?
Yang Lin's smile was full of flattery, and he stepped forward and said: "Your Majesty, this is all trivial. What a humble minister can do for Your Majesty is not just such a small trick to whitewash peace."
When Zhao Ji was in a good mood, he didn't care about calling his ministers brothers, and he didn't care whether Yang Lin violated etiquette. He asked with a smile: "Then what else can you do for me?"
"Your Majesty is concerned that the national treasury's consumption is increasing day by day, but the fiscal revenue is insufficient. Take Bianliang as an example. There are 600,000 imperial troops in Bianliang City. They receive three million in grain every year and tens of millions in military pay."
Zhao Ji's expression changed. It was already known to everyone that the Song Dynasty's finances were insufficient, and the state treasury was still relying on Zhezong's support.
Hundreds of thousands of Western troops on Yan'an East Road fought to the death for the country and had been without pay for three years. There was an eternal anecdote that the Zhongjia army even fought to Xixia and almost lost the country, but had no choice but to retreat because there was not enough food to eat.
Zhao Ji was not a sage, but he also thought about his martial arts skills so that he could show off in the future.
Now that Yang Lin has shown his ability to manage money and make money, Zhao Ji really wants to let him give it a try.
But all policies are ancestral. If this guy was given too much power, Zhao Ji felt a little uneasy for a while, fearing that something would happen.
Yang Lin looked at his expression and boldly stepped forward and whispered: "Every year's military expenditures are provided by the Privy Council. If Your Majesty allows Wei Chen to serve as the Deputy Privy Envoy, how dare Wei Chen not do his best for Your Majesty and understand the Holy Heart! Wei Chen guarantees
, when the time comes, the imperial court expenses will definitely be reduced, but the Imperial Army will not be taught to receive a penny less in military pay.”
All the ministers and chamberlains around him were speechless, and even Cai Jing took a breath.
This boy is only sixteen years old, but he actually covets the position of Deputy Privy Councilor and proposes it without any secret.
As for Gao Qiu, his face had long turned purple from suppressing the pressure. He wanted to step forward and pinch Yang Lin's neck to tell this shameless man to shut up.
The Forbidden Army was the strongest military force in the Song Dynasty, and it was also a huge interest group.
The forces here are intricate and complex, and if you are not careful, you can shake the barrier of the Tian family. Successive emperors of the Song Dynasty looked at the imperial army as closely as their lifeblood, and they also had a huge group of civil servants to help them keep an eye on it.
Zhao Ji looked complicated, frowned and thought for a while, then said: "The way to make money you mentioned before, first come up with a charter and let me take a good look at it. As long as Yang Qing continues to understand me deeply and act respectfully, in the future this Xifu
It’s not like you can’t count on your position.”
Gao Qiu became anxious upon hearing this, and just as he was about to come out to dissuade him, Liang Shicheng grabbed him tightly. With a flick of his eyelids, he motioned for him to go back, and Gao Qiu came back reluctantly.
In the Song Dynasty, the Privy Council chief and deputies were dispatched, and there was often only one person outside. If Yang Lin was to be promoted to Privy Deputy envoy, the current Gao Qiu would have to leave Beijing, and then he would be far away from this center of power.
Yang Lin stopped talking. As long as the emperor had this idea, sooner or later he would be short of money and spend it, and he would be able to take office smoothly.
Even when the flowers are blooming, there is a time when the song comes to an end. As usual, the Mid-Autumn Festival moon viewing is at Jinming Pond. Zhao Ji led the crowd to leave Genyue in the afternoon.
Liu Qingshui came up, smiled, punched Yang Lin on the shoulder, and said, "Dalang, is there a place to have a drink tonight? If not, let's go have a drink."
In the past few days, little Concubine Liu has regained her favor, and the gloominess on Liu Qingshui's forehead has also disappeared a lot, and her whole person has become cheerful.
Yang Lin was very tired, so he thought for a while and said, "For this celebration, I have been very tired all day, so I might as well go to the Changle Building Comfort Room to stay for a few days and relax."
The chefs at An Le Wo are master chefs from various major cuisines. They can fry and cook everything. In this age of abundant ironware, the food culture has also become rich and colorful.
Liu Qingshui smiled and said: "Then you wait for me. I will go home and get two jars of old wine. My father buried them under the big tree in front of my sister when my sister was born. It's a pity that I didn't need them after I entered the palace."
When Little Concubine Liu entered the palace, she was an ordinary palace maid, so naturally it was not considered a marriage, so Father Liu did not drink it, and now it has become the treasure of the family.
Little Concubine Liu was born in a restaurant, something Liu Qingshui kept secret, and was always afraid that others would make fun of her. But only when facing Yang Lin, he would openly admit that this kind of person lacks friends the most. Once he has one,
Friends are also cherished the most.
When Yang Lin heard that this was Xiao Guifei Liu's "daughter's red", he swallowed secretly and said, "This is my favorite wine. Come back quickly and I'll put it on the table for you."
Shandong cuisine!"
Liu Qingshui left in a hurry, and Yang Lin took a car to the comfort house alone. This place was different from other paintings. It was originally Yang Lin's outer room, and there were not many people in it.
He got out of the car and told the driver to go back home and say that he would not go back for the next few days. After saying this, he walked in alone.
There was a little maid at the door holding her chin and holding a broom in her arms, taking a nap.
Yang Lin secretly shook his head. He still had to arrange a few people to look after the home. After he returned, he had to ask Lu Wang to take care of this matter.
Just as he was about to wake up the little maid, Yang Lin suddenly had a bad idea and tiptoed upstairs.
He had lived here longer than the Yang Mansion. He found Ning'er's room with ease and saw a strange sound coming from inside.
Yang Lin was furious. How many days did I go out and the top of my head turned green?
I leaned against the door and listened. It was two women talking. They were talking strangely, as if an aunt was teaching Ning'er to read poetry.
"The light is universally pure, and there is always happiness, silence, and no curse. He enjoys happiness without any worries. If there is suffering, there is no point in it."
Fortunately, it was not a cuckold. Yang Lin let out a long sigh of relief. Then he kicked the door open, startling the two people inside. He turned around and saw that it was him. Ning'er's face was filled with surprise. She was about to pounce over and get a baby.
Tou Lin, remembering that someone was still there, she blushed and stopped, glanced at him secretly, lowered her head and said: "Aunt Wang, the old man is here, you should go back first."
This kind-looking woman smiled and nodded, saluted Yang Lin, turned and left, closing the door.
Ning'er no longer had any scruples, hugged Yang Lin's arm, and said with a smile: "How come Dalang is free today? I'll go and pour tea for Dalang."
Yang Lin frowned, grabbed her and asked, "Who is this woman, and what are you doing sneaking around here?"
Ning'er smiled and said, "This is Aunt Wang, who delivers food to our Changle House, and is teaching me the teachings of Manichaeism."
When Yang Lin heard this, he felt angry and furious.