Chapter 123: In Zhang Siwei

Zhang Siwei still felt he wasn't fast enough, tied his hem to his waist, and rushed to the Ministry of Revenue yamen, breaking in hurriedly.

Even now, Zhang Siwei was still the number two figure of the Jin Party, existing on par with Ge Shouli.

The Jin Party was the only existence in the court that could compete with the Zhang Party.

The Jin Party had Wan Shihe in the Ministry of Rites and Ge Shouli in the Censorate. Although the Ministry of War no longer had figures of the court minister level, Wang Chonggu still had the final say in Xuan-Da. Moreover, Tan Lun and Wang Guoguang themselves came from the Jin Party, especially the Great Minister Wang Guoguang, who managed the country's financial taxes and was independent. He was a figure that both the Zhang Party and the Jin Party fought for. Relying on the monopoly trade with the Tatars, the Jin Party was also making a lot of money.

In terms of wealth, military, etiquette, and public opinion, the Jin Party was still a behemoth.

To this day, Zhang Juzheng still hadn't formed cliques to exclude others or beaten the Jin Party to death. However, under the operation of Yang Bo before his departure, the Jin Party had become two factions.

Zhang Siwei had wealth and military, while Ge Shouli had etiquette and public opinion, which made it difficult for Zhang Siwei to act in many things.

Don't look at Wan Shihe looking for Zhang Siwei to talk about things, but Wan Shihe didn't always stand with Zhang Siwei. Wan Shihe was a typical fence-sitter. He never spoke for Zhang Siwei in court discussions. Most of them were in step with Ge Shouli, including the attack on Zhang Juzheng.

Wan Shihe, Fan Yingqi, and Wang Jiaping were of the same path, only collecting silver and not doing work.

Zhang Siwei was somewhat made honest by Zhang Juzheng. Originally, when he heard about the tax receipt, he was still strange. He always felt that something was wrong. Under Zhang Juzheng's governance, would he allow the young Emperor to engage in such a foolish policy of "people floating and affairs empty," letting the powerful voluntarily give up their interests?

Expecting the powerful to have a change of heart was not as good as expecting a sow to climb a tree.

But when Wan Shihe said that the first tax receipt was paid by His Majesty himself, he immediately reacted. The young Emperor was overturning the table!

Not paying taxes is equivalent to rebellion.

"Zhang Juzheng is indeed ruthless!" Zhang Siwei gritted his teeth in hatred, but he was helpless. He couldn't fight Zhang Juzheng.

Whether Zhang Juzheng came out to shield the Emperor from wind and rain or not, the infamy of the Tax Inspection Room and the Tax Inspection Bureau would have to be attributed to him, the Senior Grand Secretary. Zhang Siwei was not in the court, and he couldn't imagine that the young master would be so vicious and his methods so ruthless.

Zhang Siwei quickly got the tax receipt at the Ministry of Revenue and immediately went to his own business shop in the capital to clarify the tax, making sure to pay it on time before sunset. After sunset, there would be people on duty at the Ministry of Revenue yamen, but there would absolutely be no official documents issued.

Hurry, hurry, hurry! Must be fast!

Before the young Emperor raised his butcher's knife, pay the tax.

"Manager Zhao! After I finish my work, I will definitely make you look good!" After Zhang Siwei filled out his own tax receipt, he scolded his own big manager. He didn't know until he checked the accounts that his big manager had used his business to fill his own pockets!

Zhang Siwei, who had played the game of bribery all his life, was embezzled of a huge sum by his own family. He checked the accounts and found that the account book was completely wrong. Zhang Siwei didn't talk nonsense and called the servants to put knives on Manager Zhao's neck to get the real account book.

Zhang Siwei wanted to use the real account book to pay taxes, not the fake accounts Manager Zhao used to fool him.

Was the real account book handed over by Manager Zhao real?

Zhang Siwei took the tax receipt and counted the tax silver. He kicked Manager Zhao to the ground and pointed at him: "The court only wants six percent of the value, six percent tax. After passing through your hands, you took at least thirty percent of my Zhang family's money? You have such great courage!"

Zhang Siwei just let the servants control the manager and the accountant first. He pulled the silver cart and didn't go directly to the Ministry of Revenue, but went to the general office of Wang Chonggu's family to check the accounts and pay taxes. Wang Chonggu was not in the capital, so everything was presided over by Zhang Siwei in the capital.

Exactly the same!

The Wang family manager and the Zhang family manager had at least taken thirty percent into their own pockets.

Zhang Siwei's nose was almost crooked with anger.

Before sunset, Zhang Siwei took the tax payment certificate and walked out of the yamen. His heart, which had been in his throat, finally fell back into his stomach. When he saw Zhao Mengyou, he hurried forward, turned his hand, and took out a stack of salt vouchers: "Commander Zhao."

"I have seen Minister Zhang." Zhao Mengyou was a third-rank official, and Zhang Siwei was a third-rank Eastern Palace attendant in charge of the Zhan-shi Mansion. According to the current situation where civil officials are noble and military officials are light, Zhao Mengyou had to greet him first. If they hadn't torn their faces, there was no need to be loud.

Zhang Siwei felt a sense of fear and asked with a slight frown: "Where is Commander Zhao going?"

Zhao Mengyou didn't take the salt vouchers, held the embroidered spring knife, and asked coldly: "Minister Zhang, don't ask."

"That's not it." Zhang Siwei already knew what Zhao Mengyou was doing at the Ministry of Revenue yamen. He was checking the tax receipts, and he was very sure that the Emperor was letting the Commander check whether the Zhang family had paid taxes. If they hadn't, he would immediately use this excuse to let his whole family be buried.

Zhang Siwei completely misunderstood. Zhao Mengyou was indeed here to see if Zhang Siwei had paid taxes, and he did have the idea of using the tax payment matter to toss Zhang Siwei, but he didn't have the idea of taking the lives of Zhang Siwei's whole family.

Zhu Yijun was setting rules, the rule that the Tax Inspection Room only inspects taxes and nothing else.

The Tax Inspection Room and the future Tax Inspection Division, except for checking taxes, didn't care about anything else. Everything in the world is about profit. Tax inspection is tax inspection. It will not expand to retaliation. Only by setting this rule well can tax inspection last for a long time. The reason why the Western Depot and the Inner Factory, which wanted to interfere in everything, could not last long lay in this.

Tax inspection, just check taxes.

Zhang Siwei was using a villain's heart to measure a gentleman's belly.

Zhao Mengyou looked at Zhang Siwei's reaction and also knew that this smart guy already knew that the Tax Inspection Room was going to find trouble with him. Zhao Mengyou smiled without showing his teeth and said: "Minister Zhang really has constant small cleverness, but no big cleverness."

"There is something that needs to trouble the Tax Inspection Room." Zhang Siwei said with some difficulty. He didn't refute Zhao Mengyou's shame to his face. It wasn't a home raid, just scolding. Instead, he asked the Tax Inspection Room for help.

"Oh? What is it?" Zhao Mengyou asked with surprise. This Tax Inspection Room had just been established, and he had already paid the tax. What did this have to do with the Tax Inspection Room?

Zhang Siwei was hesitant to speak, and finally said with hesitation: "Family ugliness should not be publicized. In the family, there is a family thief."

Zhao Mengyou's eyes widened. He looked at Zhang Siwei and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, then this smile quickly spread. He pretended to be surprised and said: "Wow, wow, wow, there is a family thief in Minister Zhang's family! This is a big deal!"

Zhao Mengyou was mocking Zhang Siwei, and Zhang Siwei must be able to understand this sarcasm.

Under the unity of monarch and father, the Great Ming is a family world. How is Zhang Siwei and Wang Chonggu's behavior different from a family thief? So there was a family thief in Zhang Siwei's family, and Zhao Mengyou couldn't help but laugh on his cold face. You Zhang Siwei have today too!

"Tell me specifically." Zhao Mengyou said with a smile.

Zhang Siwei told the story of the Zhang and Wang family thieves from beginning to end, and said extremely helplessly: "Over the years, my uncle and I have been busy with state affairs. In the end, we couldn't take care of our own business, and this happened. I am not good at checking accounts. If I find more people in the capital, they are all snakes and rats in the same nest."

"This requires the Tax Inspection Room. I asked for the real accounts of these thieves today, but how much they deceived me, I have to clarify the accounts before I can report to the officials, right?"

"I understand. Minister Zhang is going to report to the officials! Hahaha..." Zhao Mengyou laughed directly, laughing until he was out of breath, his stomach hurt a little, before he reached out and said: "Minister Zhang, please forgive me. I am just a rough person. I really don't have the patience to hold it back. Okay, let me report it to the Holy One."

Zhang Siwei knew he couldn't clarify it.

As the culmination of bribery and indulgence, Zhang Siwei, who had no big cleverness but only small cleverness, knew too well what the managers and accountants in the capital and his family looked like. Even if he found more people to check, they would all be the account books handed over by Manager Zhao.

There were so many managers and accountants in the branches, and most of them were Zhang Siwei's family members. The rest were also relatives by marriage. As a result, his family and relatives all knew about this, but Zhang Siwei, the head of the family, was the last to know.

In order to inspect taxes, the Tax Inspection Room would definitely be able to clarify the accounts, so Zhang Siwei simply asked the Emperor to make the decision.

Zhao Mengyou found Zhu Yijun, who was humming and digging in the soil in the Baoqi Division. Also playing on the side was the Great Ming's Prince Lu, Zhu Yijiong. The Emperor was farming, and Zhu Yijiong was playing with urine and mud.

"Sister, you are too biased. Prince Lu is playing with mud, and you don't care about it? Back then, when the Emperor was only six years old, he was reprimanded by you because he didn't walk properly." Empress Dowager Chen and Empress Dowager Li were also free today, so they brought the children to the Baoqi Division to see what the Emperor was busy with all day.

Prince Lu was losing etiquette, but Empress Dowager Li just didn't care.

"Jiong'er didn't put his hand in his mouth, why should I care?" Empress Dowager Li narrowed her eyes and said: "Sister, the eldest is the Emperor, so naturally he must be strictly required. Jiong'er is a Prince, and he is the Emperor's own brother, so he must be incompetent and not win the hearts of the people, otherwise there will be big trouble."

"That's true." Empress Dowager Chen also said silently.

Empress Dowager Chen and Empress Dowager Li didn't say it too clearly, but both understood.

Hai Rui returned to the capital and poked a topic that couldn't be touched, that is, Emperor Jiajing had eight sons, and these eight sons died too strangely. After the death of Prince Jing, only Prince Yu remained. Prince Yu finally ascended the throne. At that time, there was no one else.

Did these princes die naturally? If one thought about the strange fire and the assassination by palace maids, Emperor Jiajing escaped death twice, so there couldn't help but be some groundless associations. Was it really a natural death, and did nothing strange happen?

To put it more bluntly, at the end of the Jiajing era, was it possible that they wanted to kill Prince Yu, who listened to Xu Jie, Gao Gong, and Zhang Juzheng, so that Emperor Jiajing would have no descendants, and then choose a distant branch to inherit the throne? At that time, it would be a mess, and the Great Ming would be finished. That's why Prince Yu survived.

From the perspective of Empress Dowager Li and Empress Dowager Chen, their husband, Emperor Longqing, did not listen to politics and did not view the court. It was also a disappointment piled up, piled up to despair. The country was already rotten like this, so just live on.

"The Senior Grand Secretary is too strict with the young Emperor. Sister, what if the Emperor develops a rebellious psychology?" Empress Dowager Chen said with concern.

The Emperor is growing up, and it is inevitable that he will have different political views from Zhang Juzheng. Small contradictions are accumulating more and more. At that time, the country will rise again, just setting sail, and I am afraid it will rot in the shipyard.

Empress Dowager Li said with a smile: "You say this, but how dare I control the Emperor! Can I control him? His big principles are one after another, how can I control him? Even this farming thing, did I let the Emperor do it? The Emperor is now extremely skilled in farming, even more skillful than I am."

"The Senior Grand Secretary even specifically submitted a memorial saying that the Emperor's wisdom is gradually opening, and the Holy Mother should not be too restrictive. If His Majesty has insight, oh, in the eyes of the Senior Grand Secretary, I, the Holy Mother, am simply the Emperor's shackles and constraints, a bad person. What will happen between the Senior Grand Secretary and the Emperor, I can't control either. Let them see their own creation."

Empress Dowager Li is now carefree. The Emperor can handle things, and she takes care of the children every day. The days are carefree.

"The Emperor really likes farming, not just doing it for show." Empress Dowager Chen was a bit puzzled. The Emperor, born in the deep palace and raised in the hands of women, why was he so persistent about farming, or even could be said to be passionate.

"Today's work is done." Zhu Yijun looked at the turned soil and clapped his hands. Looking at these twenty *mu* of land, his heart was full of hope. Potatoes and sweet potatoes are most suitable for saving from famine, and they can also be used for brewing wine and making starch. This can consume less staple food, and if the commoners can eat more, he, the Emperor, will not have lived in vain.

"Your Majesty, Minister Zhang has paid the tax, but he wants to report to the officials." Zhao Mengyou hurried forward and bowed.

Zhu Yijun was stunned and sneered: "Report to the officials? He is an official himself, what is he reporting? They are almost operating Xuan-Da as a country in the northwest, and he still wants to report to the officials? What kind of tricks are they playing?"

Zhao Mengyou told the story from beginning to end.

"Ah? Hahaha!" Zhu Yijun laughed directly when he heard it, laughing loudly: "Commander Zhao, you are laughing at me, I... haha!"

Regardless of whether Zhu Yijun wanted to laugh, the Great Ming was always full of boomerangs. Zhang Siwei stole the country for private gain, and Manager Zhao stole Zhang Siwei for private gain. Moreover, Zhang Siwei knew deeply that he couldn't clarify it, so he had to borrow the power of the country.

Since Manager Zhao dared to do such a thing, he was prepared to be discovered, so he prepared a so-called dark account book, which seemed to be explained clearly, but it was not at all. Zhang Siwei couldn't clarify it either, because the family members in their family were also part of the family thieves.

Zhang Siwei was not afraid of the court checking the accounts, because the tribute trade with the Tatars was the late Emperor's unique wisdom and the strategy of the auxiliary ministers. Zhang Siwei did not sell prohibited items.

"Is there anything interesting happening to the Emperor?" Empress Dowager Li saw the Emperor laughing until he was leaning forward and backward, so she asked curiously.

Zhu Yijun told the story and shook his head: "There is an internal ghost in Zhang Siwei's family, and he asked my Tax Inspection Room to help him check the accounts, so I couldn't help but laugh."

"Why bother with him?" Empress Dowager Li said after hearing this: "He chose the manager, so he is unlucky."

Zhu Yijun shook his head: "Zhang Siwei and Wang Chonggu's business is not their own family business. Without the joint efforts of the Jin Party's civil and military officials, can they make such a business? This is public property. They hold it and treat it as their own family? Naturally, it must be checked. If it is not clarified, how can he pay the tax clearly?"

"That's true." Empress Dowager Li also nodded. The concept the young Emperor said was very novel. Zhang Siwei and Wang Chonggu's business did not completely belong to the Zhang and Wang families, but belonged to the Jin Party. This was very reasonable, but once this concept came out, Ge Shouli, as the leader of the party, should he ask about it?

The Emperor is dividing the joint efforts of the Jin Party everywhere, sparing no effort.

Empress Dowager Li suddenly frowned and said: "Speaking of which, there doesn't seem to be any business in Zhang's family, and the Zhang Party doesn't seem to have any either."

"The Master is different from them. In a narrow sense, the Master's biggest business is the Great Ming world." Zhu Yijun washed his hands clean and said with a smile: "I let the Embroidered Uniform Guard send the account book to my uncle. My uncle brought a lot of eunuchs from the Inner Study to learn arithmetic, just to practice."

The next afternoon, the Great Ming Senior Grand Secretary Zhang Juzheng, the Second Grand Secretary Lu Diaoyang, the Minister of Revenue Wang Guoguang, the acting head of the Tax Inspection Room Zhao Mengyou, and the person involved Zhang Siwei and others moved the old accounts of Zhang Siwei's family to the Directorate of Ceremonial. Zhu Zaiyu, who lived in seclusion and spent his days looking up at the stars and compiling the calendar, also came to the Directorate of Ceremonial with a mighty group of eunuchs from the Inner Study, holding abacuses.

There was a relatively eye-catching woman here, Wang Yaozhuo, who was also holding an abacus.

Zhu Yijun arrived late. He looked at the extremely strange abacus in Zhu Zaiyu's hand and exclaimed: "This is a double-row eighty-one-file large abacus? Uncle is amazing."

What is the 25-digit root of 2 to the 12th power? 1.0594... 25...

Zhu Zaiyu used the double-row eighty-one-file large abacus in his hand to accurately calculate the 12th root of 2, thus creating the twelve-tone temperament in music theory, solving the eternal problem of free rotation of the twelve tones.

Zhu Yijun was not uninterested in music, and he also studied it seriously, but he didn't study it clearly. It seemed, perhaps, it was possible that after solving this problem, he could start a symphony. Zhu Yijun guaranteed that after the calendar was repaired, he would hold a super-large symphony performance for Zhu Zaiyu as a reward.

He liked to listen. For Zhu Zaiyu's great achievements in music, Zhu Yijun could only express admiration. He could only say two words: "Good to listen."

Zhu Zaiyu said solemnly: "Your Majesty, the twelve tones are born from each other, and the seven tones are born from each other. Each has seven modes, and the twelve modes have eighty-four modes."

"The calendar is the foundation of etiquette; the law is the ancestor of music. Why say so? The law resides in Yin and governs Yang, the calendar resides in Yang and governs Yin. The law and calendar govern each other, and they are intertwined without a hair's breadth."

"Why not, let's calculate the accounts." Zhu Yijun made a proposal of being tired of learning. Such a big amusement was placed in front of him, so he should clarify Zhang Siwei's accounts first before talking about other things.

Zhu Zaiyu was helpless. The Emperor's interests were very broad, but he was very tired of learning this music theory. But Zhu Zaiyu had no choice. The Emperor didn't like to learn, so could he pry the Emperor's head open and pour it in? That was naturally impossible.

It didn't matter if the Emperor didn't learn. He recently found a disciple. Wang Yaozhuo had a strong talent for music.

Zhu Zaiyu began to calculate the accounts, and Zhu Yijun watched for a while and understood the usage of this double-row eighty-one-file large abacus. This thing was indeed easy to use. At least before the appearance of hand-cranked calculators and electronic computers, this thing was the production tool with the highest computing power in the world.

The Inner Study under the jurisdiction of the Great Ming Directorate of Ceremonial had the most abacus players, and the Ministry of Revenue also had abacus players who were borrowed. Amidst the crackling sound of abacuses, the account books of the Zhang and Wang family managers were calculated clearly.

It only took an hour.

"How much, how much?" Zhu Yijun was very curious about how much silver the Zhang and Wang family managers had eaten from Zhang Siwei.

Zhu Zaiyu and Wang Guoguang used the total number to crown the fractional number and combined the fractional number with the total number to finish the calculation. They said with great emotion: "Forty percent."

"Forty percent? Did they take forty percent? Or did he take sixty percent and leave forty percent for our family?" Zhang Siwei asked eagerly.

Wang Guoguang said with sympathy: "Since the forty-second year of Jiajing, Manager Zhao and Manager Liu, together with other merchants, took a total of sixty percent of the profit, about three million taels, and left forty percent for your two families."

"Ah, so that's it." Zhang Siwei looked at Zhu Zaiyu and Wang Guoguang distractedly. At this moment, the light in Zhang Siwei's eyes was lost.

Zhang Siwei and Wang Chonggu had been in business for generations. Relying on the tribute privileges given by the court, they monopolized the trade with the Tatars, but they were completely making wedding clothes for others. Where exactly this money went, Zhang Siwei and Wang Chonggu had to find out for themselves. The Great Ming court could only calculate their losses clearly for them.

No blame for the past, no compensation for the past. The Tax Inspection Division would not pursue tax inspection.

Zhu Yijun was also amazed after hearing this. You know, Zhang Siwei's family had been in business for generations. Most of the managers and accountants in the branches and the general office in the capital were Zhang Siwei's family members. They were legitimate relatives by marriage. As a result, even relatives by marriage could join forces with the big manager and accountant to embezzle sixty percent! It turned out that Zhang Siwei had been working for others for so many years.

The most surprising thing was that the huge industries of the Zhang and Wang families, with more than ten thousand people up and down, couldn't have known nothing about this. But there wasn't a single person who told Zhang Siwei and Wang Chonggu that someone was lying on the two big trees of the Zhang and Wang families, crazily sucking blood and eating meat.

"Minister Zhang, the tax for the first month of the third year of Wanli is still short of three thousand taels of silver. Remember to make it up at the Ministry of Revenue yamen." Zhu Yijun finished watching the fun and said to Zhang Siwei.

In comparison, the court's own sitting merchant tax of six percent was very kind.

"Zhang Siwei?" Zhu Yijun saw that Zhang Siwei didn't pay attention to him, and called him extremely impolitely again. Feng Bao reached out and pushed Zhang Siwei. The Emperor is talking to you!

Zhang Siwei was startled and came back to his senses, then bowed and said: "The minister is here."

"Remember to make up the tax for the first month." Zhu Yijun explained again, then waved his hand and said: "Go find your family's silver, go quickly."

"The minister obeys the edict." Zhang Siwei left the Directorate of Ceremonial in a daze, his steps a bit floating.

Zhu Yijun looked at Zhang Siwei's back and said with some emotion: "I originally thought that the Tax Inspection Room would be a policy that would make heaven angry and people resentful. But looking at it this way, it seems not. Human nature, insatiable greed."

"The Master's words are reasonable. Contradictions exist between all things."

"Zhang Siwei and others are seeking wealth in the court, but what about those brokers, managers, and accountants? They are lying on them, sucking blood. The powerful also seem to need the Tax Inspection Room to help them clarify how much silver has been encroached upon."

There are only individuals who betray their class, no collectives that betray their class. These brokers, accountants, and managers are a class. They always maintain a tacit understanding, secretly taking the silver of the major powerful families. According to the relative definition of public, damaging the public to fatten the private appears in all human trading activities.

Therefore, there must be a referee, a referee with huge computing power, based on a certain purpose, to calculate the accounts of the powerful clearly.

The purpose of the Tax Inspection Room and the future Tax Inspection Bureau is only one, and that is tax revenue.

Zhu Yijun said to Zhu Zaiyu and Wang Guoguang: "Uncle, Great Minister, you must cultivate more arithmetic talents. The Great Ming's shortage of arithmetic talents is not ordinary. Even Zhang Siwei, who has been in business for generations, has stumbled such a big fall."

"Only when there are more arithmetic talents can we satisfy the Great Ming's increasingly strong demand for arithmetic talents."

Zhu Zaiyu and Wang Guoguang hurried to bow and said: "The minister obeys the edict."

Zhu Yijun said to Zhang Juzheng again: "Master, write Zhang Siwei's matter on the *Di-bao*. It must be the headline on the front page. Write clearly what business it is and how much money was embezzled, so that the powerful in the thirteen provinces of the two capitals of the Great Ming can clearly know this lesson."

"Zhang Siwei's case has extremely profound practical significance. If anyone opposes the Tax Inspection Room, let Zhang Siwei come forward and tell his tragic encounter. It is a very good choice."

"The minister obeys the edict." Zhang Juzheng found that when it came to killing and punishing the heart, the young Emperor was more skilled. The censors would inevitably be extremely dissatisfied with the Tax Inspection Room. In the ancestral laws, there were a lot of sage teachings about gentlemen not talking about profit. So letting Zhang Siwei tear open his own scars again and again to refute the censors was a very good choice.

And the Emperor directly posted Zhang Siwei's family ugliness on the *Di-bao*, and everyone in the world knew that there was a family thief in Zhang Siwei's family!

It is estimated that there are not many powerful people in the world who can laugh. By measuring others with oneself, Zhang Siwei has a family thief in his family, so do they not have a family thief in their family? It is estimated that only those who can truly be called moral gentlemen can mock Zhang Siwei's encounter without hesitation.

Zhang Juzheng led the ministers to bow and said: "Respectfully send off His Majesty."

When Zhu Yijun was walking to the Martial Arts Room, he suddenly stood still and said to Feng Bao: "Change the day and bring the account book of the Imperial Manor to check it."

"How about today?" Feng Bao said without caring at all.

"Feng Da-dang is very confident!" Zhu Yijun looked at Feng Bao's posture and seemed not afraid of checking the accounts, and said with some surprise.

Feng Bao said quite definitively: "After the first month of the first year of Wanli, the accounts of the Imperial Manor are not afraid of being checked. Before that, I was also just the Director of the Directorate of Ceremonial, and I couldn't guarantee it."

Feng Bao was really not afraid of being checked, because after the assassination case in the first month of the first year of Wanli, Zhang Hong became the eunuch of the Qianqing Palace, and there was a "Second Ancestor" in the palace. If anyone wanted to compete for the position, or simply wanted to see Feng Bao unlucky, and put the account book in the small iron box of the Qianqing Palace, Feng Bao would only have a dead end.

Zhu Yijun put his two hands behind his back and walked forward in big strides: "Forget it, don't check."

"Or, check it." Feng Bao followed closely and said: "It is also good to let the powerful in the outer court know that there is no family thief in the Emperor's family, which has certain practical significance. It also saves those villains from saying that the Imperial Manor paying taxes is just a gesture."

Zhu Yijun nodded when he heard this: "That works too. Move the accounts to the Ministry of Revenue in the afternoon, and let the uncle and the Great Minister check them and make a comparison."

Without comparison, there is no harm.

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Upon hearing this, Zhu Yijun nodded and said, "That works too. Move the accounts to the Ministry of Revenue this afternoon and let the Imperial Uncle and the Grand Minister of Works both examine them to make a comparison."

Without comparison, there is no harm.

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