Chapter 283: The Qing emperor is on his side and the sycophants are punished!

Author: Potato Sweet Potato Pie

Chapter 283: The Qing emperor is on his side and the sycophants are punished!

Zhu Yuanzhang, the great emperor of the Ming Dynasty, was born in poverty. After he gained power, the salaries he set for officials all over the world can be described as harsh.

It doesn't matter to people with a wealthy family, but those from poor families who enter the officialdom through the imperial examination will find it difficult to maintain various expenses.

If you serve as a local official, you will at least have to be greedy and make up for the shortfalls. Those who have no conscience will be very greedy, and those who have a conscience will be less greedy.

This situation has led to the Ming Dynasty having the most corrupt officials. Wherever there are officials, there will definitely be corrupt officials, and there are also the most corrupt practices.

It's just a matter of drenching and kicking the stems, which can increase the fire consumption; it's just common to use clever names to win over the wealthy gentry. The methods of corruption and bribery are many and rich, and even a broken stone can scrape out the oil and water for you.

This is a local official, but if you become a capital official, especially a petty official below the fourth rank, you will have no power and power, and there will be no chance to perform these tricks.

It doesn't matter if you are born into a wealthy family, but if you are born into a poor family, you can only live on these stipends. And the annual salary of silver and rice can be converted into taels of silver, ranging from dozens of taels to a hundred taels at most.

The capital is a prosperous place, a place where countries and dynasties gather. Prices are high. Paper is expensive in Luoyang, rice is expensive in Chang'an. Everything in the capital is expensive.

If you are a foreigner, you first have to rent a small courtyard as a residence. When you become an official, you will not be able to walk, so you have to hire a car and sedan, and get a few servants to serve as officials. All this is at your own expense.

If the annual salary can be paid in full, it can still be maintained tightly, barely enough to support the family. But if it is deducted a little, then you have to find other ways to make money.

However, this salary has not been paid out in full every year. Everyone has tightened their belts and did not even dare to touch meat. Nowadays, the national treasury is tight, so pepper, spices and other things are used to pay for the salary in silver.

Can this be tolerated?

Most of the people queuing up to receive their salaries were poor officials. When they heard that it cost ten taels of silver to buy a liter of pepper, they couldn't bear it.

The crowd was furious, with hundreds and nearly a thousand people waving their fists and shouting, threatening to beat these dog officials of the Ministry of Revenue to death.

Some people shouted in the crowd, setting the tone for the riot, "The traitors are in the court, they are extravagant and greedy, they deceive the emperor and the father, and deceive the middle palace! These dog officials have stolen all our salaries!"

Gentlemen! If you don’t move now, when will you wait? Qing Jun is on his side and his ministers will be punished!"

"The dynasty of our country has nurtured scholars for more than a hundred years, and today is the Day of Death for Righteousness!"

"Qing Jun side, punish the sycophants!"

Shouting and pushing one after another, they were about to rush inside. Seeing that the situation was no longer under control, a group of household officials quickly shouted to the clerk: "Why are you still standing there! Why don't you go and ask for help from the Ministry of Finance?"

Sir, come here!"

Dozens of scribes were still looking at this angry scene in bewilderment. After hearing several shouts, several people suddenly woke up, turned around and crawled towards the depths of Fengying Library.

This Fengying warehouse is a large courtyard. In addition to the warehouse for storing silver and grain, there are also many valuable rooms.

A few hundred meters away from the gate, in the deepest value room, Han Wen was sitting in there drinking tea.

As the Minister of Household Affairs and the most senior leader of the entire Household Department, he is naturally very senior, and he must maintain the consistent good style of leadership.

Leaders are only responsible for mobilizing and shouting, cheering for the people below them, and they have to stay far away when it is their turn to do things.

You should leave the platform to your subordinates and give the people under you a chance to express themselves.

I just don't know how it will perform.

Thinking distractedly, he took a sip of tea and tasted it in his mouth. Han Wen's muscles next to his ears moved, as if he heard a burst of noisy footsteps. In just a few breaths, the door on duty opened.

He was knocked away with a bang.

As soon as they entered the room, several scribes rushed in and knelt on the ground, "Lord, something big has happened! Go and have a look!"

Han Wen's heart sank and he stood up suddenly in shock, "But those officials are making trouble?"

"Hundreds of people are making a fuss at the door, and the crowd is furious. Now they are about to rush in! The situation is unsustainable. Sir, please go and have a look!"

Hearing that hundreds of people were furious and about to rush in, Han Wen paused for a moment before he stepped forward, then gritted his teeth and shouted to the clerks: "Why are you panicking? The main department will go and comfort them in person!"

After saying this as if to cheer himself up, Han Wen didn't stop, picked up the hem of Dahong's second-grade official robe, and hurried out of the check-in room.

After a distance of several hundred meters and a mile of walking, when Han Wen, Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, arrived, the entrance to Fengyingku was already a mess.

Dozens of people crowded in front jumped on the big case, while hundreds of people behind were pushing and shouting.

A group of officials from the Ministry of Revenue, scribes, and warehouse workers were desperately trying to stop him. All kinds of books and files were scattered everywhere. Countless papers were floating in the air, dancing with the snowflakes.

The line of defense composed of six thick cases was already in danger, as if it would be broken through in the next second.

Seeing this horrifying scene in person, Han Wen's pupils shrank, and he shouted desperately: "Are you going to rebel?"

Fifty-six years old, in this era, the loess is buried in his chest. This loud roar was shouted with all his strength, and it was so powerful that it faintly drowned out the noise of hundreds of people.

Upon hearing this roar, everyone present immediately fell silent. Some people went to look at the bright red official uniform and the golden pheasant patch on the chest.

After a few breaths, the crowd began to whisper, "This golden pheasant is a second-grade tonic. Is this person Han Wen, the Minister of Household Affairs?"

"That should be it"

"Why is the Secretary of the Ministry of Finance here?"

"Why didn't you see me just now?"

The first-level official rank is overwhelming, let alone the second-rank official. He is already a towering figure in the court. Being in the officialdom, the lower officials have an instinctive respect for the superior officials.

Seeing the second-ranked Hubu Shangshu, the situation on the court seemed to be stabilizing. But soon someone gritted his teeth and shouted: "So what if the Hubu Shangshu! The Hubu Shangshu can just take advantage of our salary."

What! Let him reply!"

"answer!"

"answer!"

"Where has our salary been stolen by your household department!"

Like a drop of water falling into a boiling oil pan, there was a thunderous sound, and the vaguely stable situation became noisy again.

Hearing the shouts of hundreds of people behind, the dozens of people standing on the big case were immediately inspired. Angry and evil arose in their hearts. They pointed their fingers at Han Wen and said: "Reply! Our salary is for you to give up to the corrupt."

Where have you gone!"

The second-rank Han Wen official, the Minister of Household Affairs of the Ming Dynasty, had never asked someone to point at his nose and yell in reply, but he knew that this was not the time to care, so he yelled:

"What does it mean to be corrupted by us! You don't want to accuse us! This year is a disaster year, with rebellions in two provinces, floods in three provinces, drought in five provinces, and the collapse of Puzhou. The imperial court

The expenses are huge, and the national treasury is in an astonishing deficit, amounting to millions of taels. Can't you be considerate of such a huge deficit and understand the imperial court?"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone in the crowd shouted loudly: "We are waiting for the imperial court to understand, who will understand us!"

"I have ten people to support in my family. How will I survive this year without a salary!"

"The millions of losses must have been caused by your greed!"

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The first few sentences were okay, but when he heard the last sentence, Han Wen was choked for a moment. Even if he was so angry, he was so angry that he could say these words without losing his conscience!
Chapter completed!