All the villains can hear my voice

Chapter 40: You can’t hold it back and want to poop your crotch, right?
  Chuanwen looked down and saw Zhang Hui's old face, deep in thought. He seemed to have blocked out all the quarrels among the officials just now. No, it wasn't blocking. It was almost a kind of contempt that was not on the same level. It was disdainful at all. For a moment, he was alone, thinking about his own affairs.

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It turned out that this was strange, the ministers secretly exhaled the breath they were holding, and then thought that since you are old, it is normal for you to be in a daze or wander around occasionally, so they all looked at Prime Minister Zhang quietly.

"Your Majesty, I have a suggestion."

When Zhang Hui came out of the queue, he glanced at the message angrily, looking at it inexplicably, and then gave his suggestion in a leisurely way.

What Zhang recalled was that merchants in Jin Dynasty were also asked to donate money. Of course, it was not mandatory and it was not free. No matter how much or how little they donated, the imperial court would grant them official quotas, one thousand taels per quota.

In today's Jin Dynasty, merchants are equivalent to low status and cannot take the scientific examination and become officials. But Uncle Zhang's thoughts are not limited by the times. Anyone, no matter high or low, as long as they are talented and can pass the exam, can become the talents that the Jin Dynasty wants to recruit. This is not only beneficial to those merchants, but also of great benefit to their court.

[Look, maybe he can be the prime minister. While others are still arguing about whether to fight or not, the uncle is already thinking about where the military pay comes from, and he has also come up with feasible methods. He is worthy of being the emperor’s humerus minister. ah】

The emperor was quite proud that the prime minister was worthy of being the prime minister, and he could really solve my worries. Then he glanced at the other ministers with contempt, especially the noisiest ones from the Lord He faction. What do I want from you?

The faces of the officials who were shot turned red, and they were so ashamed that they wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl in. Prime Minister, please leave us a way to survive!

Zhang Hui continued: "If you donate 10,000 taels, in addition to becoming an official, you will also receive a gold medal for outstanding merchants from the imperial court. If you donate 100,000 taels, you will receive an honorary merchant plaque personally written by the emperor."

Zhang Hui smiled, I have to thank Mr. Qiu for this, senses can be sold, why can’t the emperor’s calligraphy be sold?
  In order to get the emperor's calligraphy treasure, some merchants had to send money to the court at all costs.

The emperor and all the ministers were stunned. If you are a bull, you, the prime minister, are still bullshit. Even the emperor has allowed you to plot.

But the emperor was still very happy, didn't he just write a few paintings? As long as the treasury could be filled, he would write as many paintings as he wanted.

While he was feeling happy, he accidentally glanced at the prince. Hey, Yi'er's face was so solemn. Could there be any omissions in this matter?
  "Yi'er, what do you think?"

The emperor asked, wanting to hear the prince's opinion. His Yi'er had been smart since he was a child, and often had unique insights and thought of things that others could not think of.

The prince didn't hear it and was still frowning in thought, as if he was thinking about something very heavy.

The emperor coughed to hide his embarrassment, and then raised his voice: "Yier, if you have any ideas, just tell us, and we will all work together to provide advice."

This time all the ministers looked at the prince, only Zhao Dajia shrank his neck, as if he wanted to become as invisible as possible.

The prince finally heard the emperor's question and stuttered when he regained consciousness: "I don't have any idea."

The emperor frowned, feeling that the prince didn't seem to have any ideas.

Just when everyone was wondering, there was a message of laughter that hit their ears:
  【hahahahahahahahahahaha】

[No wonder the prince has a bad face all the time, hahahahaha]

? ? ? Question marks popped up on the heads of the emperor and all the ministers, but the prince's eyes lit up. He had been planning to go down and ask about the message, so he could listen to it carefully at this time.

[People worked so hard to dig holes, burn ashes and pour manure into the compost. Finally, it was ready, but it was emptied out overnight. Who wouldn’t be embarrassed if they encountered this kind of thing? 】

Retting, retting, retting? ! !
  The emperor's eyes were shocked, and all the ministers had expressions on their faces: "Did I hear it wrong?"

Ever since the prince confessed to the emperor and empress that he didn't want to be an emperor, but only wanted to farm, he let himself go. He used to do it quietly, but now he does it openly. He opened a door directly on the wall of the prince's palace and opened up a piece of wasteland behind. .

Because they only planted some land and raised some chickens, ducks and geese, the things were not very valuable, and the prince did not send many people to guard them, so the thieves had an opportunity to take advantage of them!
  The prince felt bitter when he thought about it. He had worked so hard, but in the end he didn't know who was so shameless, even stealing feces. If he was to be caught, he must look good!

The emperor's face was stiff, so Yi'er, who had been smart and insightful since childhood and thought of things that others couldn't think of, was thinking about his fat being stolen?

[Let me take a look. Oh, it turns out to be Brother Dajia. Brother Dajia, you don’t have martial ethics, you even steal other people’s excrement]

Zhao Dajia!
  The prince's eyes lit up, hehe, dung thief! I found you!

Fang Daren looked at Zhao Dajia who was not far away. No wonder he always smelled a strange smell when he went to talk to Zhao Dajia!
  Zhao Dajia has almost shrunk his neck, and he is so nervous that he can’t even see me, can’t see me, can’t see me.
  "Father, I have something to report!"

The prince stood up immediately with a sonorous voice.

The emperor was silent, my palace is not for you to fight over shit!
  The princelings are going to cover their ears: Prince, prince, please don’t say anything! We don’t listen, we don’t listen! Our prince is the crown prince of the country, the light of hope, a handsome gentleman who should sit in the court and handle government affairs, not a rough farmer who digs holes, carries manure, grows vegetables and raises geese!
  The third prince's faction: I didn't know for a moment whether I should be shocked that the prince was fattening, or that Zhao Dajia actually stole the third prince's fat, or that Zhao Dajia was reduced to stealing excrement for a living after Qiu Gao was imprisoned!

"After today's work, leave the court!"

The emperor made a quick decision and ran away. The prince was still shouting: "Father! Father! I have something to report!"

Give me a leg! The emperor turned a deaf ear and walked faster and faster, making the eunuch serving on the side look puzzled. Then he quickly shouted to retreat as usual and ran after him quickly.

The ministers were confused: Who am I? Where am I?
  The prince emoticons: Father, I have something to report!

Question mark in the text: [Why is the emperor so anxious? Is he unable to hold back his pants? However, people can be forgiven if they have three urgent needs】

The emperor who was running away suddenly stumbled. Fortunately, the eunuch who caught up behind him caught him, otherwise he would have slipped down.

Ministers:
  Poor our emperor, you have endured too much!
  "Master Zhao~"

The prince sneered sinisterly and walked quietly for more than a dozen steps. Zhao Dajia, who was about to escape from the hall, felt a chill on his back and his steps became stiff.

[Actually, it’s no wonder Brother Dajia, the prince’s fat can stink for three miles. Not only Brother Dajia can’t bear it, but the food cooked by the residents in that area every day tastes like shit. Even if Brother Dajia doesn’t act, those residents will sooner or later There has to be a dung bucket incident]

Dung bucket? event?
  Today is the only time that all the ministers went to court and didn't leave. After hearing the message, I felt confused for a moment, and then I felt very sorry, because really, I couldn't bear it anymore, hahahaha

Chuan Wen did not leave in a hurry, but sat there eating delicious melons. However, the prince walked towards Zhao Dajia resolutely and his steps became more and more unsteady. Did Zhao Dajia steal his fat because it smelled too bad? Is he disturbing the people?
  (End of this chapter)