Mei Niang, I'm a fake eunuch, you still let me sleep

Chapter 123 It's hard to be an official, but even harder to be an emperor

"Master Zhao is worthy of being a minister of the humerus. I admire him and is willing to contribute a little to disaster relief and war."

Wang Yifang stood up first, took out a 1000 tael bank note, waved it towards the crowd, and then put it into Zhao Wujiang's large box specially used for fundraising.

Zhao Wujiang smiled all over his face: "Brother Wang is only a sixth-rank official, but he took out 1000 taels of silver. His heart is very kind! It is the great Tang Dynasty's fortune to have a courtier like Brother Wang. I will definitely present it to the emperor. Reward, Brother Wang!"

All the courtiers took the performance of the two into their eyes, and kept slandering you, Zhao Wujiang and Wang Yifang call you brother and brother every day, this double reed singing is too fake.

But they were still moved, because they noticed Zhao Wujiang's last sentence, and played it to the emperor, a commendation.

"My official, Zhu Youci!" The servant of the official department stood up, and he was also the elder brother of the owner of Zuixianglou.

"I deeply feel that Mr. Zhao is right. The Tang Dynasty needs such courtiers. Now that the Tang Dynasty is facing wars and a severe drought in Hebei Province, how can we be safe as courtiers?
So this official is willing to take out 500 taels of silver to fill the treasury! "

Zhu Youci, the servant of the Ministry of Officials, was very hostile to Zhao Wujiang at first, and was a little scared after being slapped by Zhao Wujiang, but he always harbored hatred and wanted revenge.

It's just that now Zhao Wujiang is the capital of Zaifu, so he has no desire for revenge, so he chooses to make friends at this time.

Seeing this old acquaintance stand up, Zhao Wujiang nodded happily, and said in a loud voice, "Thank you for the donation of 5000 taels, Mr. Zhu, the Minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs. Come, I will toast you!"

Zhu Youci was taken aback, 5000 taels?What 5000 taels?When did I say 5000 taels?

Just as he was about to speak, Zhao Wujiang drank the wine in one gulp, stepped forward and hugged Zhu Youci, the servant of the official department, patted Zhu Youci's back heavily with his big hand, and said: "I understand it!"

Zhu Youci wanted to cry but had no tears, and sighed in his heart, although he took out 5000 taels, but as long as Zhao Wujiang no longer hated himself, it was worth it.
Next, many courtiers took out their pockets one after another, and some sincerely wanted to contribute to disaster relief and war.

And some people were crying in their hearts, but had to smile on their faces.

"Hey, my lords, can you see which colleagues have not come? This is something that benefits the country and the people, how can we pull down our colleagues?" Zhao Wujiang was slightly drunk, raising his glass.

The group of officials looked around one after another, and found that apart from Changsun Wuji, some courtiers had not come, so they opened their mouths one after another.

We paid all the money, you still want to run?

Small officials were constantly shuttling to call those courtiers who hadn't been there.

And Zhao Wujiang also ordered the little official to call Changsun Wuji.

The mansion of Changsun Wuji.

At the moment, he is having a drink. Since his old friend Zhu Suiliang was demoted to the governor of Tanzhou, he often drinks alone.

"Master, master!"

the steward shouted.

"How decent are you with such a posture? Why are you making so much noise?" Changsun Wuji said with a straight face.

The butler lowered his eyebrows and looked pleasing to the eye: "Master Zhao Wujiang invites you to share a dinner at Zuixiang Building!"

"Hmph, your master, I'm the kind of kid who can be hired?" Changsun Wuji sneered.

The butler faltered, hesitated to speak.

Seeing this, Changsun Wuji said, "Talk about something!"

"The banquet is to raise funds for disaster relief for the victims of the disaster in Hebei Province, and at the same time... it is also to support the war." The housekeeper said cautiously, observing the face of Changsun Wuji all the time.

"Crack." The porcelain cup was crushed by Changsun Wuji, he couldn't believe it, "Really?"

The housekeeper fell to his knees: "Really! Master! That's why this old servant lost his composure just now."

The wine flowed all over Changsun Wuji's big hands, but he didn't seem to notice it.

My heart is like thousands of silly roe deer galloping.

If it is to raise funds for disaster relief to support the war, can he not go?

Of course not!He is the head of the prime minister, Gu Ming and the minister of many courts!Can he go or not?Not to mention taking the lead in acting, contribution must be indispensable.

But now Zhao Wujiang invites the ministers first and then announces, the typical cut first and play later.

No wonder he is so sure that the old man will go today, this is what Li Ji said, Zhao Wujiang does things not only by his mood but also by his purpose?
Changsun Wuji ordered to change clothes, and then drove to Zuixianglou in a carriage.

At first, he vowed that he would never go if he let go of his harsh words, but now he had to go to the banquet for disaster relief and support for the war.

He had a headache and rubbed his forehead, and he was going to face Zhao Wujiang's witty remarks again later.
Drunken House.

Officials were constantly being invited, even though they didn't want to make friends with Zhao Wujiang, the purpose of this dinner was too politically correct, unless they were really ill, they would have to be carried here with their broken legs.

"Hey, is the Lord Bathing here?" Zhao Wujiang saw a potbellied and cold-faced official rushing over, he stepped forward to say hello, this is the prince washing the horse.

The prince washed the horse to suppress his anger, and a smile appeared on his plump face: "Lord Zhao drank too much, I am the prince Xima."

"It's the same, just give the horse a bath." Zhao Wujiang said with a smile, "I don't know how much Mr. Bath is going to donate?"

The prince washing the horse means bathing the prince's horse?The prince's horse washing fat is trembling, Zhao Wujiang is so talented, does he know what the prince's job is to wash the horse?

"I am willing to donate a thousand taels of silver to the victims and soldiers." Prince Xima said with a smile, telling himself to laugh and laugh.

Zhao Wujiang put his arms around Prince Xima's shoulder, said with a smile, "I heard that there is a Tao Yuanming treasure in the Prince's mansion."

Prince Xima's complexion suddenly changed, he had quietly taken this treasure back to his mansion, but how did Zhao Wujiang know?

"I am willing to donate 5000 taels!" Prince Xima hurriedly said. Although Zhao Wujiang didn't finish his sentence, the meaning was obvious.

Zhao Wujiang shook his head and sighed, "This is Tao Qian! Are you looking down on him, or on me?"

"Lord Zhao, 1 taels, 1 taels!" Prince Xima looked at Zhao Wujiang's unmoved expression, then gritted his teeth and said, "2 taels, 2 taels, Master Zhao, I only have so much now! "

Only Zhao Wujiang looked at him meaningfully:
"Thirty thousand! You owe it first, or find other bathers to pool it together, and hand it all over to the treasury, otherwise the next time you will be invited will be someone from the Ministry of Punishment!"

The reason why Zhao Wujiang deliberately dealt with this little official was because after Wang Yanning ended, her so-called adopted son, who is now the Prince Li Zhong, was often bullied by the people in the mansion.

It is not a worry to think that the prince will fall.

In Wang Yanning's memory, apart from Zhao Wujiang, Li Zhong was one of the few people who occasionally came to see her after she lost her power.

The reason why he didn't visit Wang Yanning anymore was because Li Zhong himself couldn't protect himself.

The prince was afraid of washing his horse, thanked Zhao Wujiang, and rushed into the banquet.

Zhao Wujiang looked quite satisfied looking at the big boxes where a lot of donations had been raised.

At this moment, the little official came to report: "Master Taiwei is here!"

Royal study.

Li Zhi has the heart to work hard and is studying the memorial.

But my heart felt like a cat scratching, and I wanted to go to Helan's Palace.

He flipped through the pieces and sighed.

"Why is your majesty so frowning?" asked the chief eunuch Wen Yong.

Li Zhi frowned: "You don't know, now that the war is starting, the treasury is tight!
This Hebei Road submitted another memorial, severe drought!
Although this festival makes me want to share my worries, I can't ignore it.

Where can I raise so much money for disaster relief?
Which of those ministers is not a cunning and instigating generation?

How many concubines are there?But if they really want to pay, they all pretend to be poor and call themselves sick! "

"This matter is really difficult, but the emperor can force it! The emperor is the Ninth Five-Year King, let them take it out!" Wen Yong suggested.

"It's hard to be an official, but it's even harder to be an emperor! They don't dare to offend me, so I dare to offend them all?" Li Zhi shook his head, troubled.

"Do you want Zhao Wujiang to try?" Wen Yong said again, he was very optimistic about Zhao Wujiang.

Li Zhi shook his head again and sighed: "It's so hard! I don't dare to offend him, so of course he doesn't dare, and he can't, because even if someone organizes fundraising, the ministers will not take the initiative to participate in fundraising if they know it!"

(End of this chapter)