GBP Chapter 1139 Stop arguing! Arguing won't solve anything!
Chapter 1139 Stop arguing! Arguing won't solve anything!
Just as Yang Shaofeng was secretly assessing Hu Weiyong's Sesame Credit score, Wang Guangyang, the Shandong Provincial Governor, launched into a sarcastic remark.
"What did I just hear?"
"You, Hu Weiyong, said you wanted to send laborers to Dengzhou?"
"Good heavens, when did this Pixiu learn to poop?"
Zhou Yu, the Provincial Treasurer of Beiping, also switched to his sarcastic tone: "Oh, isn't this Provincial Treasurer Hu?"
"I heard earlier that Hu Buzheng was from Shanxi and was so stingy that he wouldn't even pay back the laborers he borrowed, which made me believe the rumors for a while."
"Now, Hu Jintao is saying in front of us that he will return the laborers, which shows how harmful rumors can be!"
Hu Weiyong glanced at Wang Guangyang, then at Zhou Yu, and said with a dark face, "What business is it of yours?"
"You all benefit from the influence of Ningyang County and Dengzhou Prefecture. The people under your jurisdiction, if not rolling in money, are at least well-off in terms of food and clothing."
“The other one is even better. From the third year of Hongwu to now, more than half of the county magistrates who came from Ningyang County are in your area. Various workshops are thriving and the people have no worries about food and clothing.”
“Take another look at Liaodong, and look at the people of Liaodong.”
"They were so poor that the sky was never clear for three days in a row, and the land was never flat. Half the year was uncultivable, and almost eight-tenths of an acre of land was waterlogged. Digging a dam required the whole family to work together. People couldn't even talk about having enough to eat and wear. Many families only had one pair of cotton trousers, which only the person going out could wear."
"..."
Hu Weiyong frantically cried poverty, but Wang Guangyang showed him no mercy: "Old Zhou has more than half of Ningyang County Magistrates? Why don't you say you have six hundred farm directors?"
“Oh, I almost forgot, several of these six hundred farm directors are on business in Fujian, so you only have five hundred and ninety left.”
Zhou Yu perked up as well: "What did you just say, Lao Hu? That there's not a single foot of flat land in Liaodong?"
"Good heavens, that land is so fertile it's practically dripping with oil. There are seven or eight coal mines in Shenyang and Liaoyang alone, as well as a bunch of iron mines of all sizes, and all kinds of medicinal herbs and wild game are everywhere."
"You fur merchants from Liaodong have made a fortune off Beiping, while many ordinary people only have one pair of cotton trousers?"
"........."
Seeing Wang Guangyang and Zhou Yu fiercely criticizing Hu Weiyong, and Hu Weiyong's face growing increasingly dark, Yang Shaofeng immediately took two steps back quietly.
Although these three old guys are no good, and you wouldn't feel bad killing any of them, it's not worth getting too close to them and getting splattered with blood.
Before Yang Shaofeng could find a dragon pillar to hide under, someone from the Ministry of Revenue shouted, "Your Ministry of Works is going too far!"
Someone from the Ministry of Works shouted back, "Your Ministry of Revenue can't even figure out a single tax category, yet you have the nerve to control the purse strings and refuse to approve our Ministry of Works' budget?"
Chen Mo, the Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of Railways, reached out to stop the group of officials from the Ministry of Railways, quietly took a few steps back, and then shouted at the top of his lungs, "Stop arguing! Arguing won't solve anything!"
Chen Mo's shout was like ice water splashed into a smoking oil pan—Minister of Revenue Chen Siyi immediately punched Minister of Works Xue Xiang, cursing, "I've had my eye on you, you old scoundrel! All you do is beg for money, you good-for-nothing who doesn't know the cost of living!"
Xue Xiang also raised his fist and cursed, "Damn it, how can you dredge the river if you don't have money! How can you build bridges if you don't have money! The Ministry of Works has a ton of projects, big and small, and every single one of them requires money! You old scrounger, you've been pinching pennies here and there, but I haven't seen you make the national treasury any fuller!"
As the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Works officially went to war, other ministries, supervisory offices, temples, and monasteries were quickly drawn into the conflict.
"So you're from the Ministry of Personnel? How many times have I told you we're short-staffed! Short-staffed! How is your Ministry of Personnel operating?!"
"Was it you who had a sack put over my head last month? Damn it, I am an imperial censor, it is my duty to impeach you for improper court etiquette, and you dare to retaliate?"
"How many useless bastards occupy your positions in the Ministry of Rites? Besides formulating this etiquette and that etiquette, what else can you do? You can even make a mess of compiling teaching materials. Your Ministry of Rites is doomed!"
"So it's your Ministry of War that knows about land occupation? I'll let you occupy it! I'll let you occupy it! Gan Linliang, you're trying to occupy my land!"
"..."
Liu Bowen's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
Li Shanchang is fine.
I'm fine.
Yang is fine.
The dozen or so provincial governors were also unharmed.
Aside from these people, even Chen Mo, the Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of Railways, who had led his officials to retreat early on, was caught up in the fight, and all the officials in the court were in turmoil.
The problem is that Chen Mo is a scoundrel. He hides in the crowd and punches this person, kicks that person, and occasionally adds fuel to the fire by shouting a few words.
In contrast, Yang Shaofeng was very happy.
Look at these officials in the Ming Dynasty court, how energetic they are!
Most importantly, in just a short while, dozens of pairs of glasses fell to the ground in the Hall of Supreme Harmony.
How much money will that bastard Lin Sishi make?
Thinking about money, Yang Shaofeng began to ponder another problem.
Shouldn't the short, ugly guy be paying the military expenses compensation for the eighth year of the Hongwu reign?
Besides, the case in Fujian is not just a problem of the Ming Dynasty itself; it will inevitably involve officials of vassal states and overseas merchants. As long as the Dengzhou navy is effective, they will definitely be able to seize a large sum of money and grain.
If we don't carefully consider how to handle these two windfalls, won't the people of Ningyang County and Dengzhou Prefecture suffer a great loss?
Yang Shaofeng was pondering how to squeeze some benefits out of Lao Deng, while Zhu Biao quietly sidled up and whispered, "The last time it was this lively, it seems like it was the last time."
Ok?
Where did you put your black sesame glutinous rice ball?
Listening to your words is truly a waste of time, as if I'd wasted half a book of knowledge!
Yang Shaofeng snorted and asked, "Why is Your Highness here instead of watching the show from the imperial steps?"
Zhu Biao chuckled twice and said, "Isn't it clearer here? Of course, I'm not just here to watch the show; I have something to discuss with my brother-in-law."
Yang Shaofeng's heart tightened, and he looked at the black sesame dumplings and asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhu Biao pointed to the officials who were still fighting and said in a low voice, "No matter how much they fight, we still need to get to a conclusion on the issue of tax types and rates."
“I’m thinking, brother-in-law, you should find an opportunity to talk to Chen Mo and ask him to step forward and set an example.”
"..."
Yang Shaofeng stared blankly at the black sesame dumplings.
Are you sure you want Chen Mo to step forward and set an example?
Is Chen Mo some kind of wonderful thing?
no!
That bastard has been in Ningyang County for so many years, he's been corrupted by all the bastards there.
You should have him stand up and set an example...