Done! Your Majesty is going to prostitute me for free!

Chapter 24 The God of Disaster Cult

"Dexian, you are able to sympathize with the people and not hesitate to feel the suffering of the people. It is rare! You are worthy of being my child. Come and tell me what you think!"

"Okay!" This was the first time that Li Dexian was praised so highly by Emperor Jingjiang. He raised his head happily in an instant: "Father, my son's idea is absolutely brilliant, and it is guaranteed to enrich the country and strengthen the people!"

For a moment, Emperor Jingjiang felt a strong sense of foreboding in his heart.

It seems that every time this child gives himself the greatest hope, the next moment he will throw the greatest despair at him!

But seeing that Li Dexian was in high spirits, Emperor Jingjiang was too embarrassed to interrupt and could only wait for him to continue.

"The Taifu taught his ministers that because of the hardship and low quality of life, the common people cannot read books and are unwilling to study, so they are illiterate. But the common people in Yangqu County are completely different!"

"The life of the people in Yangqu County is much better. A big reason is that they are literate. Although not all words can be mastered, they can fully recognize the words used for daily communication. Therefore, they can make street signs and Doing business.”

"And the reason why I am able to read and hyphenate, Erchen boldly speculates, is because of the vernacular!"

"Classical Chinese is obscure and difficult to understand, but vernacular is easy to understand. People in Yangqu County learned the characters almost while reading stories in vernacular!"

"So, I made a bold suggestion..."

"That's enough!" At this moment, Emperor Jingjiang suddenly interrupted, "That's it for today. Prince, please go back and rest!"

As he spoke, the joy on Emperor Jingjiang's face disappeared.

Vernacular, vernacular, vernacular again!

Ever since he saw the vernacular novel in Yangqu County, the prince has been thinking about this damn vernacular novel.

"Father, I haven't finished speaking yet!" Li Dexian was already in high spirits and felt that his theory was very advanced. As long as he finished explaining it to Emperor Jingjiang, he would be able to understand its subtleties.

So, he continued to talk eloquently: "In my opinion, Jingjiang State should fully implement the vernacular, not just for stories, but also for daily memorials, announcements, etc., in vernacular. In this way, both It reduces the cost of understanding and educates the people across the country. After becoming literate, the people's lives will gradually improve!"

"The common people's pig-like life under the Emperor's feet can come to an end..."

The more Li Dexian talked, the more excited he became, almost dancing. He didn't notice at all that the face of Emperor Jingjiang next to him was getting darker and darker.

Wang Jingwen stayed out of the matter and naturally noticed it. He quickly pulled Li Dexian's sleeve and signaled the other party to stop talking. He directly said that the common people in the process were like pigs and dogs. Wasn't this naming the Emperor Jingjiang and saying that he did not do well?

Is it possible that the prince was really drugged by Lin Xiaofeng and became unconscious?

"If I become the emperor, I will definitely not let the people live in shabby houses and eat mush..."

"Shut up and get out of here!"

"Father, I haven't finished speaking yet..."

"roll!!!!"

Before Li Dexian finished speaking, Emperor Jingjiang slapped the table and shouted coldly.

The temperature in the entire Qianqing Palace instantly dropped below freezing!

"Yes, yes, my son, get out of here, get out of here!" It was also the first time that Li Dexian saw Emperor Jingjiang getting so angry. He was so frightened that he quickly nodded and agreed.

"Father, please calm down. My son, get out of here. Get out of here!"

Li Dexian said as he stepped back and walked outside.

"Your Majesty, calm down!" Wang Jingwen said cautiously when he saw the prince disappear.

"Eunuch Wang, you should go back and rest first!" Emperor Jingjiang waved his hand.

Wang Jingwen nodded, didn't dare to say anything more, and just left.

After everyone left, Emperor Jingjiang's face could no longer remain tense, and he slapped his hands heavily on the table.

"Bai Hua Wen! It's Bai Hua Wen again! What a prince!"

"Am I really old?"

"Is this country really going to be destroyed in the hands of this kid Dexian?"

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There was no words for the whole night, and during the morning of the next morning, all the officials gathered in the court hall, knelt down and saluted.

However, when they looked up, they found that Li Dexian, who was supposed to be sitting on the side, was standing not far from the dragon chair today.

Apparently, after hearing that the prince tasted the common people's food yesterday, Emperor Jingjiang decided to bring the prince to the court for further training.

After all, the prince is not young anymore...

"Long live my emperor! Long live!"

After all the officials saluted, Emperor Jingjiang took a sip of the high-quality peach blossom wine as ordered, and then said: "Pingshen."

However, after all the officials were freed, Nuo Da's court fell into a dead silence.

It seemed as if the storm was about to come and the wind filled the building.

Emperor Jingjiang realized that these officials were preparing to 'force' him again to allocate funds to the disaster area as soon as possible.

He continued to pretend that nothing happened and waited patiently for the minister to speak.

Bai Yongyuan slowly scanned the hall, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes, and sighed softly. He took a step forward with heavy steps and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty..."

Before he finished speaking, Mao Haifeng, Minister of the Ministry of War, stepped forward and loudly shouted: "Your Majesty! I have this memorial!"

His voice was firm and powerful, as if carrying an unquestionable majesty. The ministers in the hall immediately fell silent, and their eyes were focused on Mao Haifeng.

"What's the matter?" Emperor Jingjiang asked in a deep voice.

Mao Haifeng's face was serious and his tone was dignified: "Your Majesty! Last night I received an emergency report from the Yangtze River government. The floods in the middle reaches of the Yangtze River have been unresolved for days. The drought in the lower reaches has become more severe. A rebel force has spawned among the people, called the God of Disaster Sect!"

"Disaster God Cult?" Surprised murmurs suddenly sounded in the hall. This name caused quite a shock in the hall at this moment.

"Yes!" Mao Haifeng's voice echoed in the hall, "According to a secret report from the governor of the Yangtze River, the God of Disaster Sect is a gathering of remnants of the Yunhai Kingdom. Under the guidance of its saint, thousands of disaster victims were gathered in counties and cities along the Yangtze River. We are spreading rumors about our Jingjiang Kingdom, bringing disaster to all sides. The army and horses of the Yangtze River Prefecture are exhausted, and now the court needs to send an additional 10,000 troops to destroy the God of Disaster Sect!" As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the hall. The ministers talked a lot and looked solemn. They did not expect that two years later, the remnants of the Yunhai Kingdom had not yet been wiped out, and now they were causing trouble among the people and causing harm to all parties.

"It's been two years, but the remnants of the Yunhai Kingdom haven't been wiped out yet?" A minister sighed.

"Yes, the top priority should be to send more money to the Yangtze River Mansion to calm the people's complaints. Otherwise, the God of Disaster Sect will only grow bigger and bigger!" Another minister agreed.

"Soldiers need to be quick! We should take advantage of the budding power of the God of Disaster to nip it in the cradle!" a military commander said loudly.

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"Quiet!"

Emperor Jingjiang patted the dragon chair with a slightly angry look, and the hall suddenly became quiet. He scanned the officials with sharp eyes, and the corners of his mouth were full of scrutiny.

"They are just remnants of the Yunhai Kingdom, not to mention that it has now been reduced to a cult. My dear friends, your reaction is a bit excessive!" Emperor Jingjiang sneered, "What is more important to solve is the Yangtze River disaster, but now the national treasury is empty, I I am willing to allocate another ten thousand taels from my small treasury."

There was determination in his eyes, but there was a hint of helplessness in his tone. He knows that the country's finances are already stretched thin, and this drought has made it even worse for the treasury.

"As for the other vacancies... All of you, my dear friends, are the pillars of our Jingjiang country. Now that the country is in trouble, I hope that all of you, my dear friends, can take the initiative to contribute your own strength to the country..." ·······”

Before he finished speaking, the entire hall fell into silence again, and many people even began to lower their heads and avoid Emperor Jingjiang's eyes.

Emperor Jingjiang sighed secretly. He knew that these ministers each had their own interests and ideas, and it was not easy for everyone to be generous.

The atmosphere in the hall gradually became solemn. Everyone is calculating their own interests and gains and losses in their hearts. Emperor Jingjiang observed all this silently, and couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in his heart.

While everyone was silent, a gray-haired veteran stood up. He is Bai Yongyuan, a veteran of the two dynasties, and one of the most trusted ministers of Emperor Jingjiang.

Bai Yongyuan stepped forward and said loudly: "I would like to donate five thousand taels of silver!" His voice was loud and firm, echoing in the hall.

When Emperor Jingjiang heard this number, he couldn't help but feel shocked. He knew that although Bai Yongyuan held a high position, his family was not wealthy. This five thousand taels of silver is not a small amount for him.

Bai Yongyuan's words seemed to stir up a thousand waves with one stone, and several other ministers also stood up to express their opinions.

Chen Shuguang said: "I am willing to donate five thousand taels of silver!"

Li Qiuyan said: "I also donate five thousand taels!"

Seeing that several senior ministers were the first to bear the brunt, the rest of the ministers had no choice but to donate.

He was shouting about serving the country, but he was almost cursing in his heart.

The previous ministers have all been in the court for many years. They hold high positions and hold multiple positions. They are the emperor's right-hand assistants and think tanks. Their family backgrounds are prominent and they are all well-known big landowners in their hometowns.

Five thousand taels of silver may seem like a lot, but to them, it is just drizzle.

However, in sharp contrast to them are the petty officials below the fourth rank. It is not impossible for them to take out several thousand taels at once, but it is indeed a large amount of money.

With this money, wouldn't it be nice to buy a few more bottles of peach blossom brew? Why donate it?

Emperor Jingjiang sat on the dragon chair and looked at all this with deep eyes. Deep down in his heart, he had immense respect for those pavilion elders. Their dedication to the country is indeed worthy of praise. He nodded, feeling very emotional. When the country needed it most, these old ministers were able to step forward.

Subsequently, officials reported the donation figures one by one according to the size of their official positions. It dropped from thousands of taels to hundreds of taels, and finally only a few dozen taels.

In the end, these numbers added up to only thirty-four thousand taels.

The little eunuch tremblingly summarized this number to Emperor Jingjiang. He looked at the numbers, the expression on his face getting heavier and heavier. He knew that this figure was far from what was needed for disaster relief. The disappointment in his heart could not be expressed in words, and he could only sigh deeply.

He suddenly remembered the income he earned from selling peach blossom wine.

Unexpectedly, these ministers were willing to pay more for a few bottles of peach blossom wine than they donated to the disaster area!

Emperor Jingjiang had mixed feelings in his heart. He glanced coldly at the ministers below and said sarcastically: "I really didn't expect that all the officials in our Jingjiang Kingdom are so smart. With so many people, we can't even make up forty thousand taels." silver!"

There was deathly silence in the hall, only the gentle breathing and heartbeat could be heard. Emperor Jingjiang's eyes were like sharp knives piercing the crowd, as if he wanted to see through their inner thoughts.

Bai Yongyuan was shocked. He knew that Emperor Jingjiang was blaming them, the ministers, for not donating enough.

But he also understood that the life of these petty officials was not easy. Their salaries were limited, and it was not easy to come up with so much money at once.

So he took a step forward and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, calm down. The life of these small officials is not easy. Their salaries are limited, and it is not easy to spend so much money at once."

"Really?" Emperor Jingjiang squinted his eyes. He really wanted to tell the story about the excellent peach blossom stuffing and slap these civil and military officials in the face. But if we really do this, it will be difficult to sell high-quality peach blossom wine in the future.

When Emperor Jingjiang was hesitating, Li Dexian suddenly stood up. He looked at Emperor Jingjiang and said, "Father, I have something I don't know whether to say or not."

Emperor Jingjiang looked at Li Dexian and nodded: "You tell me."

Li Dexian took a deep breath and said: "I believe that the most important thing at the moment is not to raise money, but how to provide timely feedback on the situation in the disaster area."

Emperor Jingjiang was stunned and looked at Li Dexian in confusion: "Feedback situation? What does this have to do with raising silver?"

Li Dexian replied: "It matters a lot! We don't know the situation in the disaster area now. Only by understanding the specific situation can we better formulate relief plans and distribute materials. To understand the situation in the disaster area, we need to send messengers to the disaster area to collect information and give feedback Come back. At the same time, the troops sent can also suppress the God of Disaster Cult!"

When he mentioned military suppression, Li Dexian's eyes lit up!

How could Emperor Jingjiang not hear what his son was saying? He had long wanted to go to war and gone crazy!

He asked calmly: "Then who do you think should be sent?"

"My son is willing to go!" Li Dexian looked at Emperor Jingjiang firmly and knelt down directly to ask for Emperor Jingjiang's permission.

Emperor Jingjiang had already guessed that he was going to do this and wanted to kick him.

But in front of many ministers, one cannot be too disrespectful to the child, otherwise if Prince Li Dexian feels that he will lose face when he takes office, all the civil and military officials present will have to be killed by him.

When he was hesitating about how to deal with it, Li Qiuyan, the Secretary of the Ministry of Revenue, broke the silence. His voice was slightly trembling, "Your Majesty, what the prince said is absolutely true. The current priority is to send troops to support the Yangtze River. The number of silver taels can be determined according to the actual situation." Deployment. However, the prince’s body is worth thousands of dollars and he really shouldn’t take the risk. It’s better to choose another military attache to go to the court.”

　I took two days off due to illness. I still have a fever of 37.5° today, but I can’t take any more leave. Thanks for your support, Yanzu and Reba.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)