Zhang Heng said sheepishly: "There is no way, this year's autumn harvest failure is a foregone conclusion, so we must provide timely loans during the autumn harvest to help farmers get through the most difficult moment.

Therefore, I know that time is very tight, but it must be done. In fact, the requirements are not high, as long as the loans to farmers can be extended by then, the rest can be done slowly."

After Zhang Heng said this, Han Jiang thought about it carefully. If this is the case, it doesn't seem to be that difficult?

Han Jiang finally gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! I'll give it a try!"

Zhang Heng said happily: "Brother Zihua, please!"

Han Jiang smiled bitterly.

Zhang Heng felt a little more relaxed after handing over the bank matters, but his tasks were still very heavy. The central bank played a huge role in the famine, but none of the other tasks were redundant.

The 12 principles of Huangzheng are intertwined with each other. Without that link, the final effect will not be good, and the central bank will play a very important role in each link!

Zhang Heng was very busy here, but the court was in a quarrel, not because of anything else, but because of this bad government.

Zhang Heng worked step by step to prepare for famine relief in the face of the greatest disaster. The financial, material and manpower involved were unprecedented. The subordinates in the household spent this time going to various departments and departments to ask for people, materials and money, and the amount they asked for was almost a ton.

The kind that's enough to scare people to death.

For example, Zhang Fangping received the famine relief budget for this autumn submitted by Zhongshu Hufang. He just took a look at it, jumped up like his butt was on fire, and rushed directly to the Political Affairs Hall to find Jia Changchao.

Zhang Fangping almost threw the zhazao on Jia Changchao's table, and then roared: "Mr. Jia, if you act like this, you won't be able to survive this day, you won't be able to survive it!"

Jia Changchao picked up the zhazi thrown by Zhang Fangping, looked at it and tried to explain: "Mr. Zhang, you know the drought this year. Except for Fujian in the extreme south, there is rain in Guangdong and Guangxi, and there is almost no rain at all in other places.

Spring plowing is almost over now. If it doesn't rain, the entire north will have no harvest this year.

It is conceivable that when the time comes, it will be a human tragedy of exchanging children and eating them.

Therefore, the budget submitted by Hufang should be relatively reasonable. In this year's situation, if we do not rescue the famine, the foundation of the Song Dynasty may collapse!"

Zhang Fangping looked dumbfounded: "I know all this, I know it all, but as soon as the household room is opened, it will cost ten million guan, ten million guan. If you take out these 10 million guan, don't even think about the life of the imperial court."

Got it!

I knew that Zhang Heng was a nuisance. He was a former magistrate, so he knew that Sansi’s family fortune was 10 million yuan, but with this opening, he wanted to empty out Sansi’s family fortune...next time

When I see him, I have to spit in his face!"

Jia Changchao also looked sad and said: "Okay, don't spit on him. If you want to, just spit on me. This matter also happened because of me... Sigh."

As soon as Jia Changchao said these soft words, Zhang Fangping's anger subsided: "No one wants to do this, and I can't blame you, Prime Minister Jia, but Zhang Heng is really too much!

He is considered an old man. Why can't he understand this? If he really took away the 10 million yuan, let alone hundreds of officials surrounding the third division, he would be afraid that those Qiu Ba would directly push down the gate of the third division.

Got it!

This is still mild. If it were serious, the foundation of the Song Dynasty would really collapse!"

What he meant was that if the army rebelled, the Song Dynasty would really be in danger.

Jia Changchao understood Zhang Fangping very well, but he still spoke for Zhang Heng: "Mr. Zhang, why don't you go to the house and see, and encourage that boy by the way."

Zhang Fangping stared at him when he heard this: "Encouragement? You want me to encourage him? I'm afraid that if I go up and slap him, he will be the first to be beaten... Humph!"

It was indecent to say dirty words, so Zhang Fangping shut up quickly.

Jia Changchao sighed: "That child is under too much pressure, Mr. Zhang. He is in charge of the household, responsible for famine relief throughout the Song Dynasty, and raising food, grass, money, material and manpower from all over the place.

Over the past few days, there have been criticisms and complaints from various parties, but you just came to me to make trouble, and some people went directly to the officials to make troubles, and the officials reprimanded him for this..."

When Jia Changchao said this, Zhang Fangping felt a little embarrassed: "Is the matter really that bad?"

Jia Changchao let out a sigh of relief: "You should be very clear about the situation in Sichuan and Shu. Now Qinfeng Road, Yongxing Road, Hedong Road, and Hebei West Road are similar to Sichuan and Shu last year. What do you think?"

Zhang Fangping took a breath of cold air.

Sichuan and Shu also suffered an unprecedented drought last year. At that time, he worked as a transshipment envoy in Sichuan and Shu. He also wrote several times to request the court to exempt Sichuan and Shu from taxes that year. This was considered a relief for Sichuan and Shu. However,

Countless people are still starving to death, and the former land of abundance has almost become a hell on earth!

Now the situation is like this in the four northern roads. The problem is really serious. And as far as Zhang Fangping knows, almost the south bank of the Yangtze River is suffering from drought. This means that the Jianghuai area is also in a similar situation!

Thinking of this, Zhang Fangping no longer felt angry, only panic.

"This...this...what did Song Dynasty do wrong to suffer such a natural disaster!"

Zhang Fangping said with a trembling voice.

Jia Changchao remained silent.

Zhang Fangping left Jia Changchao's mansion and wanted to go back to the Third Division, but after thinking about it, he turned and went to the Zhichiyuan. Someone saw Zhang Fangping and hurriedly greeted him. Zhang Fangping signaled not to attract anyone's attention, so the person hurriedly

leave.

Zhang Fangping quietly came to the household room and saw many people arguing around the door. Zhang Fangping's sharp eyes saw some familiar subordinates, who seemed to be the directors of various departments, and the three post-officials of the household room

He stopped them and seemed to be explaining something.

Zhang Fangping quietly bypassed and entered the household. Some people saw the official uniform he was wearing and did not dare to stop him. They allowed him to go directly to the door of Zhang Heng's house. From the outside, he saw Zhang Heng working at his desk.

I haven’t seen him for a few days, and Zhang Heng has actually lost a lot of weight!

The clothes that used to fit me well now look a little empty.

This scene was like a punch to Zhang Fangping's heart!

There must be a lot of people starting work today. I wish you all a fortune and everyone who sees it will prosper!
Chapter completed!