Sign In a Lu Bu Fengxian at the Beginning

Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Zhou Chen put down the memorial in his hand and rubbed the center of his brows.

Since the abolition of Empress Wu Ying's right to be the second sage, the right to criticize all returned to the hands of the emperor, Zhou Chen.

Looking at the pile of memorials in front of him that was higher than his head, Zhou Chen felt a little tired.

It is said that it is good to be the emperor, but only after sitting in this position do you know the difficulty of this position.

Take these memorials in front of us as an example, the emperor Zhou Chen had to finish them all by himself in a very short period of time.

This is not an easy task.

And there can't be any mistakes.

otherwise.

A mistake made by the emperor may result in the death of tens of millions of people.

Of course, except for the faint king.

This is just a small part of it.

"It seems that in the future, we have to find a way to set up a special agency to deal with government affairs." Zhou Chen thought to himself.

He didn't want to be pressured by so many memorials every day, unable to do anything.

However, the question of candidates needs to be checked in by the system.

Those people in the court, except for Taishi Wen Zhong, Zhou Chen can't trust anyone.

"Your Majesty, Eunuch Zhao wants to see the Emperor."

At this moment, the eunuch came in and bowed to report.

Zhao Gao?

Zhou Chen's eyes flashed.

"Let him in."

Three days have passed, he wanted to see if Zhao Gao found out anything?

"This old servant has seen the emperor." Zhao Gao knelt down and saluted immediately after he walked in.

Zhou Chen waved his hand: "Get up!"

"Zhao Gao, I gave you three days. Now that the three days have passed, what is the result I want?" Zhou Chen asked directly.

"Return to the emperor, this is the result of the old slave's three-day investigation, please have a look at the emperor."

Zhao Gao took out a small booklet and handed it up.

Zhou Chen took the notebook from Zhao Gao, and saw dozens of messages written on it.

Zhou Chen glanced away. .

"Three million disaster relief silver will go out of the treasury of the Ministry of Household Affairs, and the remaining two million and eight hundred thousand."

"After approval by various yamen, there are more than 2.5 million taels from Luoyang."

"The relief money from the four prefectures in Northwest China was 1 million taels on the surface, but the actual amount was 500,000 taels in the local area."

...

Zhou Chen looked at the information one by one on the small booklet, and his face was ugly.

OK!

Of the three million relief money, two hundred thousand taels were missing right after leaving the house.

As soon as he was discharged from the hospital, he lost 500,000 taels directly.

Where did the money go?

Could it be that they were all lost during the transportation on the road?

Zhou Chen's anger filled his forehead.

Especially in the four prefectures in the northwest, the imperial court originally allocated one million relief money, but only half a million taels were left when it arrived.

Five hundred thousand taels seems to be a lot, but how much can each prefecture distribute to the four prefectures for disaster relief?

Zhou Chen now knows why the situation in the four prefectures in the northwest is so corrupt.

However.

When Zhou Chen saw the remaining few messages, he was even angrier and directly slapped Xiaozhezi on the imperial table.

"The imperial courts of the four prefectures in the Northwest allocated one million taels for disaster relief, but the actual money went to the local government for two to five million taels, and less than 100,000 taels were used for real disaster relief and relief for the victims."

"The government office only opens a porridge shed in front of the gate for two hours every day. Those who arrive first can receive half a bowl of clear water porridge, and those who arrive later don't get it."

"The disaster victims gathered at the gate of the government office, praying for their lives, and the government government forcibly drove them out and suppressed them, stirring up civil unrest."

...

Less than one hundred thousand taels?

In the land of the four prefectures, the actual silver taels used for disaster relief are actually less than one hundred thousand taels?

In other words, each prefecture does not even have 30,000 relief money.

What a terrible thing.

Zhou Chen was furious.

To know,

The four prefectures in the northwest are the hardest-hit areas, and there are many counties under each prefecture.

A mere 100,000 taels of disaster relief money is probably not enough for one prefecture, so how can it provide disaster relief for the entire four northwestern prefectures?

besides.

The government office only opened porridge for two hours every day, and the first to get here was half a bowl of clear water porridge, and there was none later.

What kind of disaster relief is this?

If it was him, Zhou Chen, he would have to kill these dog officials to rebel.

"Damn it."

"Everyone deserves to die."

Zhou Chen went up against the case and angrily threw Xiao Zhezi on the dragon case.

One million relief silver, in the end, only less than 100,000 was used for disaster relief.

Where did the rest of the relief money go?

Zhou Chen knew it without thinking.

Being an official for thousands of miles is only for money, and there has never been a lack of such corrupt officials in all dynasties.

Da Zhou is naturally not missing.

Although Zhou Chen had expected it a long time ago, what he never expected was that these people's appetites are so big that they are not afraid of being overwhelmed.

"The emperor calm down."

"The emperor calm down."

All the maids and servants in the hall knelt down in fright.

Even Zhao Gao is no exception.

When handing over this little note, Zhao Gao had already expected that the emperor would be furious.

But I just don't know if the emperor will raise his butcher's knife in a fit of anger and go all out to investigate this matter thoroughly.

"Zhao Gao, I ask you, are these all true?"

"Have you found out who has been corrupted by this batch of disaster relief money?"

Zhou Chen looked directly at Zhao Gao, with anger bursting out of his eyes.

When Zhao Gao heard the words, he immediately said, "Back to the emperor, it's all true. I haven't found out who it is exactly."

Didn't find out?

Zhou Chen's gaze became sharper, staring at Zhao Gao's heart for a while.

It wasn't until Zhao Gaokuai couldn't take it anymore that Zhou Chen looked away and sat back on the throne of the dragon chair.

It doesn't matter whether Zhao Gao really didn't find out, or he didn't find out.

Zhou Chen knew that none of that mattered.

Importantly, now is not the time to deal with this.

Corruption has been a major event in all dynasties since ancient times. Once it is investigated, it will definitely pull out the carrot and bring out the mud, and it will involve a large number of people.

At this critical juncture of disaster relief and civil unrest, it is not a good time.

If it is not done well, it will cause internal and external turmoil.

Therefore, we can only wait until the disaster relief is over and the civil uprisings in the four northwestern prefectures are quelled, and then it will not be too late to settle accounts after autumn.

After figuring this out, Zhou Chen suppressed the anger in his heart, looked up at Zhao Gao and asked again; "How is Zhang De's investigation going? Is there any result?"

In Zhao Gao's notebook, Zhou Chen didn't see any news about Zhang De.

Can't help feeling a little suspicious in my heart, whether Zhao Gao really doesn't understand his thoughts, or Zhao Gao has other thoughts.

"Back to the emperor, the matter of Zhang De has been found out on an imperial doctor of the imperial hospital."

"However, the imperial doctor committed suicide, and the clues are all broken."

Zhao Gao said bravely.

Suicide?

Zhou Chen narrowed his eyes when he heard Zhao Gao's words.

Zhao Gao has been unable to find any clues behind Zhang De, and now he has found an imperial physician, who is desperately short.

Is this accidental or artificial?

Zhou Chen thought for a moment, then looked at Zhao Gaodao, "Take the token I gave you with you!"

Hearing this, Zhao Gao was obviously stunned for a moment, then nodded; "Going back to the emperor, this old slave has always carried it with me."

Zhao Gao was a little puzzled, didn't he ask about Zhang De? Why did you suddenly ask about the token again?

"Now, you take that token, mobilize the imperial army, and go to Qingfeng Palace to pass the decree that the queen is implicated in Zhang De's case." Zhou Chen said directly without giving Zhao Gao time to think.