The Space’s Twelve Zodiac Comes to Farm!

"There was heavy snow outside, and a layer of ice formed in the wine jar. The hapless emperor's blood hulled and soaked in it for three days and three nights."

"Tsk tusk, everyone can imagine what it feels like to add wine to the wound!" The Emperor Luo sighed.

The low ministers shook their bodies below, and everyone did not dare to speak, for fear of offending Long Yan.

The minister below wiped a hand in cold sweat and another hand.

If nothing else, the torture described by the emperor is shocking.

Most ministers are civil servants, and people from the Criminal Ministry can handle them. After all, there are many severe tortures in the prison, but listening to the emperor has another feeling.

Emperor Luo is cursing himself?

No one dared to speak first, because they were afraid of being a chicken that would kill the chicken and the monkey.

"It's not over yet. Those people brought the hapless emperor out of the wine jar again, and then sprinkled a layer of salt on him." Emperor Luo smiled when he said that, "This is actually pretty good. "

Kneeling minister:? ? ?

After a while, the emperor has been abused for several months. Is this good?

"I have food to eat!" Emperor Luo replied solemnly, "The hapless emperor has been abused for so long, so he can finally eat!"

Ministers: Do you call salt rice?

Moreover, after a few months of abuse and not giving a bite, is the emperor Xiaoqiang unfortunately?

"Do you Aiqing know why the unlucky emperor feels good to eat salt?" Emperor Luo gently looked at the ministers who were kneeling on the ground.

The ministers shook their heads silently, but the Prime Minister did not dare to say anything, and could only shake his head with everyone.

"Because the food was all eaten by the locusts, the unlucky emperor had no food to eat, so he ate a piece of salt as rice." Emperor Luo sighed, and then said lightly, "Guess what happened to that unlucky emperor?"

The ministers hung their heads tightly on the ground, and those who knelt were called sincere.

I don't guess, I don't guess!

I have to guess that it is long live our emperor!

"Oh!" Emperor Luo sighed, his voice a little lost, "The unlucky emperor was hungry for months and tossed for so long, and finally--"

Ministers: Okay, I see, I'm starving to death.

There was no food and starved to death.

They get it!

The emperor wanted them to pay for food.

"The last unlucky emperor died in shame!" Emperor Luo said calmly, "the people are starving to death, of course the emperor is ashamed!"

Ministers:...

So-the emperor really is the emperor.

Hungry for months.

Was smoked for months.

I was soaked in wine and sprinkled with salt, which all lived well.

Then I am ashamed to myself?

"Oh!" Emperor Luo sighed again.

The ministers dare not say anything.

"Why don't you ask if the emperor is dead, how are the emperor's loves?" Emperor Luo leaned back lazily on the dragon chair and looked at the people under the stage.

Minister: I don't ask, I dare not ask.

When I asked, I died of shame.

"The ministers were starved to death." Emperor Luo said to himself, "They starved to death the next day."

Ministers:...

In fact, that, maybe they don’t necessarily starve to death without eating for three days.

Compared to the unlucky emperor who did not eat for months and did not starve to death, the minister starved to death the next day.

The ministers suddenly felt that their emperor was actually quite narcissistic.

Can't you let them live a few more days?

"You said, if the people outside don't eat, they will starve to death in a few days?" Emperor Luo looked at the courtiers on the ground with a smile.

"I can't stop eating all day..." The house servant lay on the ground, his fingers trembling slightly, and his eyes fixed on his hand. "The locusts are infested outside, and the grain in the grain store can last for a while, but it can't In the long run, a lot of money and food will be needed to comfort the people."

After the household minister said, the sweat on his forehead dripped into the palm of his hand, and the cheat sheet on his hand was wet.

He is the prince’s person.

Well, the prince asked him to say that.

It's just that I didn't expect it to be so exciting. After listening to the emperor's "Unlucky Emperor's Story" for a long time, his cheat sheet was blurred.

He is a person who has never forgotten, but today's things are quite big, a few lines of lines, he made a cheat sheet.

"Aiqing is right!" Emperor Luo's voice became serious, "I don't know what Aiqing thinks?"

What else?

You are right!

Otherwise we will starve to death the next day!

The ministers knelt on the ground, all speaking righteously to the minister of household ministry.

"Rest assured, I can donate some silver if there is not enough food and money!"

"I have planted some Susaka fields at home, and saved some food, donated it to the attendant!"

"Yes! I thought about donating some silver last night!"

...

Emperor Luo lazily leaned back on the dragon chair and closed his eyes, and the people below said that he wanted to donate money and food.

The head of the household department did not idle his eyes or ears at all, calmly took out a pamphlet from his sleeve, and waited for all the ministers to say that they would donate money and food.

The servant bowed to the dragon chair without a hurry, and when he saw Emperor Luo wave his hand, he stood up directly.

He happily squatted in front of the Prime Minister in the first row, holding a writing brush and a pamphlet in his hand, and grinned, "The Prime Minister, you just said you want to donate money and food. How much do you donate?"

The Prime Minister:...

Just say it here?

On the Golden Luang Temple?

The prime minister raised his eyes and glanced at the emperor, and saw Emperor Luo leaning on the dragon chair lazily, knowing that this was the emperor's plan.

"Donate one year's salary, eight hundred taels!" The Prime Minister thought about it and said, "There is a lot of food in the family, donated 800 jin."

"Good!" The household servant nodded happily, and while writing to the booklet, he read, "The Prime Minister donated 180,000 yuan of silver and 8,000 jin of grain. What a good prime minister!"

The prime minister's face stiffened, and when he was about to speak, he heard the emperor on the dragon chair speak lazily, "As expected of the prime minister! I really sympathize with the people."

The prime minister's face turned red for a while and blue for a while, not knowing what to say.

Say you don't have so much silver?

The emperor spoke, what if he accuses himself of not being sympathetic to the people?

But what happens after I hand it in?

Where did the silver come from?

Relying on his salary, it is impossible for him to have so much money in his life.

But he did!

The prime minister knelt on the ground trembling, he believed that the emperor knew his family's wealth!

The servants of the Ministry of Households asked the kneeling ministers for money and food. They never forgot and remembered everything that everyone just said.

But-this servant seems to have a bad memory of numbers, so he always adds more to the ministers.

"Master Li, I remembered the five thousand catties of grain you just mentioned!"

"Master Wang, don't forget the hundred thousand taels of silver you said!"

"Master Chen, you just said to let your lady make soup, don't forget about the porridge!"

"Zhuangyuan Lang, you donate just five or two!"

"Master Gao, don't have so many, you just give one or two."

...

The servants of the Ministry of Households are looking for people to collect the money. Some ministers are quite generous at home, but the servants of the Ministry of Households only charge a few taels of silver.

If you are observant, you will find that the wealth of the ministers is obtained through their own efforts, rather than relying on the official income.

It took a long time for this morning to open. At the end of the drive, the ministers were almost unable to get up when they were lying on the ground.

Not just scared, but hungry.

Early morning-this is all afternoon!

The ministers are tired of being destroyed both physically and mentally!

Only the head of the household department was full of spirits, and he happily took the pen and booklet from the first row to the last row.