The first thousand two hundred and fifty-three chapters are difficult for a man without money
Wang Gui and Chen Shuda looked at each other and began to sigh again.
Changsun Wuji shook his head: "Master Wang, Master Chen, I'm not too worried about this matter!"
"Huh?" Wang Gui was stunned, "Could it be that Mr. Changsun believes that Du He will not perform meritorious service in disaster relief?"
Changsun Wuji laughed and said: "Two adults, what you just said is actually redundant... Let me ask you, what is the most important thing about disaster relief? Why was no one willing to be the chief disaster relief officer in the first place?"
Chen Shuda smiled and said: "Of course it's because of money... The Ministry of Civil Affairs has already calculated that the disaster relief in Chang'an City will cost at least two million guan, and the Ministry of Civil Affairs can only spend 300,000 guan. This is a big problem."
No one can climb out of the fire pit, otherwise, how could he fall on Du He's head!"
Changsun Wuji said confidently: "Yes, the most important thing for disaster relief is money. Although Dai Zhou has given Du He 500,000 guan, what can 500,000 guan solve? Especially when Du He is wreaking havoc in Chang'an City.
After demolishing dilapidated buildings, we paid a lot of money in compensation. Now, we have started to buy building materials for the whole city of Chang'an. I'm afraid that these five hundred thousand yuan are no longer enough. You two adults, just wait. In a few days, Du He will definitely be there.
Silly... Every penny of the imperial court's money is hard-earned. Every time a sum is spent, one has to think carefully about it. But Du He spends money like water. In just half a month, he has spent half a million yuan.
After spending all the money...then his hands will be empty, what will he use to provide disaster relief?"
The three of them looked at each other and smiled.
…
There was indeed a lot of public dissatisfaction over the fact that the Cheng Guan Brigade forcibly confiscated Chang'an City's construction materials.
Originally, Qin Huaiyu was worried that something would happen.
But after a few days, it suddenly stopped.
One of the big reasons was that the imperial court ordered Bai Fengqiu, a doctor in the Ministry of Rites, to be the governor of Guazhou. Although the official position remained unchanged, this was an obvious demotion.
The instigator, Bai Fengqiu, was demoted, and the anger of the people naturally weakened, and there was no longer a situation where the whole city was chasing Bai Fengqiu.
However, the Guancheng Brigade did not relax at all.
All construction materials to be transported into Chang'an City were requisitioned.
After going back and forth, all the money given by the Ministry of Civil Affairs to the Chang'an Temporary Disaster Relief Command Center was spent.
Five hundred thousand guan was spent completely in less than twenty days.
Dai Jinyun said: "Teacher, there is not a penny left in the money warehouse... If there is no more money before dark tomorrow, let alone the wages of the workers and the money for the forcibly requisitioned construction materials, there will be nothing left."
I can’t give it anymore... What I’m most worried about is the money for construction materials. Originally, the big households were very opposed to the expropriation of construction materials. If we didn’t give them money, they wouldn’t rebel!”
Du He asked Dai Jinyun to sit down and said: "Jin Yun, I have treated you well as a teacher, but now I need you. Go find your uncle and ask Mr. Dai to allocate another one or two hundred thousand guan to us."
It can solve the urgent problem, what do you think?"
Dai Jinyun's eyes lit up, "Teacher, I'm going to Dai's house right now."
Before dark, Dai Jinyun came back again.
As soon as he entered the door, he sat down, took a drink of water, and said, "Teacher, I'm going to find my uncle."
"What's the result?" Du He asked.
Dai Jinyun shook his head, "Uncle kicked me out!"
Du He said with a smile: "It seems that your uncle is still very upset about the fact that you can't pay a penny for the reconstruction of Dai Mansion!"
Dai Jinyun smiled bitterly and said: "Actually, my uncle is not that kind of person. It's just that when the Hou Mansion was rebuilt, Hou Yi took 200,000 yuan, and Lord Hou Junji showed off to my uncle every day. People are afraid of comparing themselves to each other, so
My uncle likes to beat me when he sees me now..."
Du He stood up and patted Dai Jinyun on the shoulder, "Don't worry, when the time comes, I will definitely help you!"
With that said, Du He walked out.
Dai Jinyun asked hurriedly: "Oh, teacher, the issue of disaster relief funds has not been resolved yet."
Du He didn't look back: "Early tomorrow morning, I will go to the palace and go to my father to ask for money!"
Dai Jinyun looked confused: "I heard that the treasury is almost empty now. Even if the teacher finds His Majesty, he won't be able to get the money out!"
…
The next day.
It's almost the end of the morning.
Ximen Qing ran in with small steps and said: "Your Majesty, the chief of the Jingzhao Prefecture has joined the army, and Du He, the chief disaster relief officer of Chang'an City, wants to see him."
"Du He is here? It seems there must be something important. Let him come in quickly!" Li Er said quickly.
Changsun Wuji, Wang Gui, and Chen Shuda looked at each other, and finally the latter two looked at Changsun Wuji with admiration.
If Du He comes now, he must be here to ask for money.
Everything was as Lord Changsun expected.
Du He came to Tai Chi Hall and greeted Li Er: "My son, I have met my father."
Li Er looked at Du He and said happily: "He'er, I haven't seen you for a long time. You are getting darker and thinner, haha..."
Su Ho curled his lips.
He has become darker and thinner, but his father is actually smiling so happily?
Then I heard Li Er say: "He'er, you came to see me for something, right?"
Du He bowed and said: "Father, son, minister... disaster relief has indeed encountered difficulties. It has stalled and is almost impossible to carry out."
Unable to proceed...
Li Er looked solemn.
The ministers' expressions changed one after another.
But I heard Du He say: "Father, now the disaster relief has reached a critical moment, but the money has been cut off... The 500,000 yuan previously allocated by the Ministry of Civil Affairs has not even a penny left. The disaster relief urgently needs a large amount of funds."
"How much money is left?" Li Er asked.
Du He said: "My son has asked people to re-formulate the disaster relief plan. According to the most economical method, the Chang'an City disaster relief will require at least 1.5 million guan. Now there is still a gap of 1 million guan. Disaster relief is like putting out fires.
, I couldn't wait for a moment, I begged my father to allocate another sum of money to the temporary command center for the sake of the people affected by the disaster in Chang'an City. I knew that the treasury was in trouble, so I asked my father to allocate 500,000 yuan, and the rest was
The 500,000 guan allocated can be disbursed after this year's taxes are put into the treasury."
Li Er looked at Dai Zhou, Minister of Civil Affairs.
Dai Zhou was excited, stood up in a hurry, and said loudly: "Your Majesty, there are only more than 300,000 yuan left in the national treasury, which is barely enough for the court's expenses..."
The implication is that the money is not enough for 500,000 yuan.
If all the money is given to Du He, then everyone will just eat dirt for the remaining few months.
Li Er looked troubled.
Looking at Du He, Li Er thought for a while and asked: "He'er, I remember that Hu County was also short of money at the beginning, and the Hu County government borrowed money from Wudi Bank. For this disaster relief, can the court borrow money from Wudi Bank?
?What do you think about waiting until the taxes are deposited into the treasury and then returning the money to Wudi Bank?"
Du He nodded: "This is a good one..."
Before the word "method" came out of my mouth, I heard a voice next to me shouting: "Your Majesty, you must not do this!"
Everyone turned around and saw that it was Sikong Changsun Wuji who was speaking.
Changsun Wuji glanced at Du He, then slowly raised his head and looked at Li Er.