Empress Xiaozhao

Endure a knife on the head, other than his own injury will not have the slightest benefit. This way of handling matters, the official was truly infuriated. But what could he do? There was no other way to change things, so he could only bear with it.

The welcoming banquet lasted until midnight before it ended. No one knew when this messenger, the work department's president, would be able to leave for the disaster area.

The emperor was very generous. Even though the imperial government was fighting against the Zheng's family, the emperor still got the Ministry of Revenue to give him three hundred thousand silvers. At the same time, the decree was passed down, making the Grand Yuan Prefecture pay the price.

However, no one knew how much the work department Minister who was escorting the officials had taken out. The people who escorted the officials and the silver were all descendants of the eight flags of the Manchuria.

Although the emperor had always praised Yu Chenglong, but there was no official who was willing to be as poor as him. The Emperor had bestowed it, but the Emperor's rewards absolutely could not be pawned or sold.

Therefore, Yu Chenglong had always been famous among the ministers for his poverty. This was what it meant to be a judge. So what if one was called a living man who covered the blue sky?

Without money, it was still useful. There were tens of thousands of commoners. Even if they wanted to help, they were still helpless. [Why should I feel wronged when I know I can't?]

It was difficult to be a Qing official. Even if there were people who would rather be like Yu Shi Long, a Qing official was still one of the few. As a beast race, they naturally had to be rejected. The two of them would harm the family if they were at a disadvantage.

A quarter of an hour later, the messenger arrived late. Even though he had already waited for four hours, as a fourth-grade Prefect, Zhang Yang could not say anything, much less complain or complain.

"His Majesty has ordered us to open a field and release rice for disaster relief. I presume that His Majesty has already known about this." As the messenger of the Emperor, he naturally wanted to convey the sacred intent of the Emperor.

Originally, there was a royal decree that followed Sa Muha to Shanxi. However, Taiyuan Patrol Officer Wang was just too enthusiastic yesterday.

As the official in charge of messengers, Sa Muha forgot about major matters with just this drink. After reading the imperial edict, Sa Muha could only follow Zhang Yang to Daizhou. The Emperor meant that Sa Muha should be going to the Daizhou.

Even though he was now resting in the Tai Yuan Manor, he had finally settled in. In the end, after arriving at the Daizhou, the situation was truly miserable. The three hundred thousand taels of silver for disaster relief became two hundred thousand.

The Lord Messenger's intention was no more than another hundred thousand silver taels, which was still within Taiyuan Palace. Currently, it was better to use silver to build a house to accommodate the victims. As for the 100,000 silver, if he used it all up, then so would the 200,000 silver.

The remaining 100,000 silver would naturally be transported over from Taiyuan Palace. What could they do in the end? Naturally, he could only follow the requirements. However, three hundred thousand silver taels were not used up, and no one dared to make any plans for the food to be used for disaster relief.

After all, these were all things that could save lives, and no one dared to underestimate them. One had to know that if a public grudge was raised, it would not be as simple as a strike. This was a major event that involved exterminating entire families.

Being in Daizhou for a month, Sa Muha was already unable to endure it. From time to time, when he left the Daizhou to head towards the Tai Yuan Manor, only he was left.

However, when the messenger left the Daizhou and left Shanxi, he left behind an account book for the emperor, which cost three hundred thousand silver. No matter what, Zhang Yang could not take this lying down.

What kind of logic was this? It was obvious that the disaster had only cost 180,000 taels of silver, but now it had turned into 300,000 taels. Where would one hundred and twenty thousand of them go? It was Zhang Yang who had refused to make the fake accounts.

Only three days later, Lord Xiao, who was under the jurisdiction of the Prefect of Taiyuan, Zhang Yang's superior, said, "This matter was already over. The messenger has left and the house has been repaired."

"Yes, I will eat the king's salary and bear the burden of the king." But do you think you're the only one? The Great Qing was founded less than a hundred years ago, and the capital was filled with civil and military forces. What can you do? "Let go."

The disciples of the Son of Heaven were known for breaking the clan's monopoly after the imperial examinations had been established. After the Humble Class had no career, the citizens had joked about the eight teams of examinees whom the Son of Heaven had personally tested in the throne room.

Long before the Sui and Tang dynasties, it was as if Wang Xie's family had been pushed into the clan's position. It could only help the clan become stronger and the imperial power fall.

For the sake of his future, the Emperor would reform his country over and over again, and this would only add fuel to the fire. To add bricks and tiles to the clan's recommendation system, the imperial court opened the Humble Class door and entered the imperial court in a way that the clan could not obstruct.

The rise of the Humble Class was undoubtedly a dangerous signal to the Yu's. To the east and to the west, the common folk may not know about the emperor, but they must know about Wang Xie's house.

In the end, a thousand years of control over the imperial court, for the Emperor to try to suppress the clan, they had to yield to the imperial power. A wave of violence regarding power had finally been eliminated.

The emperor had his own plans. The ministers would stick together for the sake of the family. These were all driven by the interests of the individual. In the end, Zhang Yang had to submit to reality.

Although it was a fake account, Zhang Yang wrote a letter to Chen Tingjing, the teacher who was in the capital. Zhang Yang knew that if there was anyone who could help him speak up for His Majesty, it would be Chen Tingjing.

Zhang Yang did not dare to brazenly speak of this matter, so he could only approach his teacher with an inquiring attitude. The entire Tai Yuan Manor was probably the eyes and ears of the work department's Minister.

Even though Zhang Yang didn't really know how much money the boss had.

"This matter shall not alert the enemy. After you have carefully discussed the countermeasures, bring the account book to Master. " Although Chen Tingjing also wanted to quickly punish the work department's Minister, matters were not human.

One had to know that there had always been partisan strife in the imperial court. This had always been the norm. It was just like the pearls of the Minister of the Civil Service, incompatible with the water and fire of the National Uncle Lord and Suo Etu.

Actually, this wasn't a real conflict, but rather, the current Emperor was in the prime of his life. The First Prince looked like he was about to get married, while the Empress had no children to support the Fourth Prince.

The Imperial Consort Xian, as the Queen's twin sister, gave birth to the The Eighteenth Prince. How could the harem be so outrageous? Even if the harem could be at peace for ten years, the crown prince was still going to get married.

Once it was a grand wedding, it meant that the crown prince's consort would belong to a family that was related to the position of the ministers in the future being from the dragon's side. Therefore, even though Chen Tingjing himself was a Scholar, it was because he was born in a Chinese government official.

However, the main task of the imperial examinations was not really to have many disciples. Although Zhang Yang and the others did, it wasn't a lot. Therefore, Chen Tingjing had maintained his neutrality towards him during these few years.

This was because Ming Zhu and Suo Etu's statuses were both in the Three Flags s, so they looked down upon people other than the Manchu people. Therefore, Chen Tingjing was explaining the Four Books and Five Classics to the Emperor at the Hong De Hall on the western side of Qianqing Palace.

But as the teacher of the Son of Heaven, Chen Tingjing was only slightly respected in the imperial court. If one were to speak of power, it would be Ming Zhu and Suo Etu's business which had nothing to do with Chen Tingjing.

Now, Chen Tingjing could be considered to have gotten a good chance. The work department's Minister was a member of the Ming Zhu faction, and was extremely close to the First Prince's faction. And Suo Etu was the Lord of National Uncle, he supported the crown prince.

The crown prince was said to be very close to the fourth prince in the harem, so he had the support of the empress. Naturally, the status of the Eastern Palace was stable. Moreover, the Eastern Palace was merely eleven years old and had yet to leave the pavilion.

The crown prince was still with the other princes, learning three things from Man Han in the southern study room. Chen Tingjing planned to take down the work department Shang Shu together with Suo Etu so that Ming Zhu would lose a shoulder.

Although the work department did not do much, Ming Zhu did not think so. Now that there was the matter of work department constructing a garden, Suo Etu did not think so either.

The imperial court was nothing more than this. If you cooperate with me, I'll make things easier for you. This is my way of being an official.

"I'll teach you how to do this. You must be careful." Zhang Yang had no idea that his teacher in the capital had schemed against him.

After receiving Chen Tingjing's letter, Zhang Yang did not know if there was anyone monitoring his house. However, this was a very dangerous matter after all, even though Lord Xiao had left.

But Zhang Yang had a hunch that his surroundings were no longer safe. How could he bring the account books back to his teacher from Daizhou unharmed? This was a huge problem.

The Zhang Residence had only been in the Daizhou for three years, so it could be said that their foundations were unstable in the Daizhou. There were many people who wanted to treat disaster relief as a secret.

The only reason he had been able to bring the letter out was because it was a letter from his family. However, if he sent a servant to the capital once more, he would definitely alert the enemy.

"I'm afraid we can only wait." After locking himself up in the study room for the whole night, Zhang Yang finally found a way. Zhang Yang himself was a direct slave, and had not returned to his hometown for three years after entering Daizhou.

Zhang Yang planned to send his wife and kids back to their hometowns so that even if they were to investigate, they wouldn't think that a woman would be able to bring something of importance with her.

"No one will be coming to my home in three years. Now that I am at Daizhou, I can only show my filial piety to my mother. Your husband thanks the Madam first. "

In the end, the Mrs. Zhang brought along his children, the servants of the Zhang Residence, and some servants of the county magistrate. Under the escort of these people, they left the Daizhou from April.

Kang Xi's May 23 was the Emperor's Longevity Day. At this time, the Prefect of Tai Yuan Prefecture was busy preparing the birthday present for His Majesty in April. Even if a few women and children left at this time, he wouldn't think too much about it.

This was a risky move, if successful. Chen Tingjing would never forget how good his disciple was, he might even use this as a chance to be promoted to an official. However, if there was any mishap, the Zhang Clan would be in trouble.

However, Zhang Yang was lucky. From Shanxi, they passed by the Li Residence. After settling down the Mrs. Zhang, the escorts all set off. As the Zhang Family's servant, Shun San needed to go to the capital.

He quietly left the Li Residence and arrived at the capital's Chen Residence. The direct disciples were not far from the capital, but the Zhang family was not the direct disciples of the Prefecture. On the other hand, the Zhang family was at the southernmost point of the direct line of descent, far from the capital.

The journey from leaving to reaching the direct disciples took three months. Compared to the time when the messenger had arrived, it had only taken half a month, which was quite a long time.

That was why he waited until the servants returned to the Daizhou. When the Prefecture Overseer received the time again, she compared it with what the Prefecture Overseer said after the inquiry. The doubt in his heart was no longer there.

But he believed that it was Zhang Yang who gave in. In the end, the Prefect felt that he could rest in peace. After all, he had received quite a bit of Snowflake Silver this time.

Even if it was to honor his superior, the governor of Shanxi province could still receive 7,000 taels of silver. The Mrs. Zhang had taken away two-thirds of the Zhang Residence's servants, even though they still had an aunt serving them in the mansion.