Chapter 727: Wanting Money for the New Year

After several snowfalls, there were only a few days left before the New Year.

Taking advantage of the money in the account, Chen Guanlou summoned everyone to hold a meeting, a summary mobilization meeting. After that, they ate and drank, which could be considered a perfect end to the third year of Jian Shi.

Just at this time, the Ministry of Justice was impeached by the Censorate.

It was clear that they wouldn't let everyone in the Ministry of Justice have a stable New Year.

Chen Guanlou carried a box of pastries to the Ministry of Justice; he was still waiting for the Ministry of Justice to approve his slip. The money and grain had been owed for nearly a year, and if it wasn't approved, it would pass the year again.

One year after another, once the time was long, it became a bad account, and that group of thieves in the Ministry of Justice could make a fortune again.

This was absolutely not allowed.

The Heavenly Prison had a way to make money, which didn't mean the Heavenly Prison could be bullied by others and withhold the grain and grass that should belong to the Heavenly Prison.

After notification, he successfully met Sun Daoning.

Eh!

A few more white whiskers.

Could it be that he was angered by that group of grandsons in the Censorate.

"Old Sun, why did you provoke the people of the Censorate again? That group of people is best at fighting with their mouths; you can't beat them."

Sun Daoning was unhappy when he heard this. "What do you mean by me provoking the people of the Censorate? Clearly, the Censorate came to provoke this official. It's the end of the year, everyone is clearing up, and it seems they haven't completed the task, so they took our Ministry of Justice to open the knife; it's truly bullying people too much. You tell me, among the Six Ministries, the weakest is clearly the Ministry of Works; why is it always our Ministry of Justice that gets bullied? It's unreasonable! Logically speaking, the accounts of the Ministry of Works should be checked one by one; why don't they catch the Ministry of Works to impeach?"

"Under normal circumstances, the Ministry of Works is indeed the weakest among the Six Ministries. However, the Ministry of Works has money! Besides, the son of our Hou Fu is working in the Ministry of Works; with such a great Buddha sitting in town, if you were a person of the Censorate, you would also have to pick a soft persimmon to pinch."

Sun Daoning was furious.

"According to your meaning, this official is a soft persimmon?"

That expression clearly meant: give you another chance, speak well.

Chen Guanlou picked up an orange from the bamboo basket and ate it. "This taste is not bad; who sent it? I'll get a few hundred catties."

"It was filial piety from the people below; as for who sent it, you can find someone to ask yourself. You still haven't answered this official: among the Six Ministries, am I the only soft persimmon?"

"Of course not. However, you are the only one among the Six Ministries whose back doesn't involve nobles and relatives of the Emperor. Think about it; impeach the Ministry of Works, and Chen Guanfu must be pulled out to be wheeled around. Wheel him, and the Marquis of Pingjiang must be mentioned along with him. In the current situation, is the Marquis of Pingjiang someone who can be easily mentioned and easily impeached? That is the rhythm of directly related people to the great affairs of the country; if you impeach him, it will provoke a court struggle. Both the North and the South are fighting; who dares to take the responsibility of provoking a court struggle? Yu Zhaoan, Xie Changling, or Prime Minister Hai?"

Chen Guanlou almost broke it open and rubbed it for Sun Daoning: other yamen have backers, but you don't. If they don't impeach you, who do they impeach.

The truth was too unpleasant to hear, so he could only find another way to say things.

The Heavenly Official of the Ministry of Justice also wanted face.

Chen Guanlou, as the head of the subordinate unit of the Ministry of Justice, still understood the rules.

Sun Daoning was desperate; in the end, the Ministry of Justice was a soft persimmon, to be pinched at will.

"Every yamen has a pile of problems; just take the neighboring Ministry of Revenue, if the Censorate had the courage to check, it would be guaranteed to be checked one by one. As a result, they are good, catching the Ministry of Justice to impeach. This official has been trembling on the court these past few days, fearing that His Majesty will ask. You say it's the end of the year, is it worth targeting this official so much?"

Sun Daoning was so angry that another white whisker grew.

Just as Chen Guanlou said, fighting with his mouth, he was simply not the opponent of that group of grandsons in the Censorate. People could send an imperial censor at will, and they could spray him to the point of being incomplete. He was a scholar, that's right, and he could keep up with the rhythm of the other party's spraying, knowing the meaning of citing classics in the words. But he didn't have the talent for debate! He had never been good at this since he was young.

If it were discussing the law, he wouldn't be afraid of anyone.

But arguing in the imperial court, he was truly not good at it.

He stared at Chen Guanlou, his eyes shining.

Chen Guanlou felt the danger and hurriedly took a step back, so as not to be implicated. "Old Sun, don't hit me with an idea. I am a good citizen, a very good citizen; I don't do things that violate the law. I usually don't do things like public revenge for private grievances."

"What are you doing in the Ministry of Justice today?"

"Well, approve the slip; let's settle this year's account this year, don't delay it until next year. Next year there will be new accounts."

"No money!"

"Zheng Daochong is dead; if you say there is no money again, I will turn my face."

"It's really no money." Sun Daoning counted the accounts with his fingers.

Chen Guanlou just wanted to cover his ears, like the heroine in the TV series: I don't listen, I don't listen!

He just wanted money.

"Approve the money and grain immediately, don't look for reasons. It's about to seal the office; if you don't approve it now, it will become a bad account next year. Your Ministry of Justice can make a fortune again."

"Nonsense." Sun Daoning scolded angrily. "The Ministry of Justice is clean and honest from top to bottom; where does the fortune come from? Stop talking nonsense and ruin the reputation of the yamen."

"Old Sun, be kind; you will need me in the future."

Sun Daoning gave a cold snort. "At most, I will approve a grain and grass slip; there is no money."

"Then approve it double; can I sell the grain myself to make up for the deficit?"

"At the moment of the Censorate's impeachment, the Heavenly Prison is selling grain. Are you deliberately adding trouble to me, fearing that the Censorate won't find the loopholes in the Ministry of Justice?" Sun Daoning was desperate; there wasn't a single one who was worry-free, all adding trouble.

"I won't sell grain; what should I use to pay the salary and bonus for the prison guards below. Or, change the proportion of the share, and the Ministry of Justice will take less."

"Impossible!" Sun Daoning rejected it in one word; don't even think about changing the share proportion that has already been set. The Ministry of Justice is counting on the income from the Heavenly Prison to pay a New Year's money.

But it's not good to force people into a hurry. Look, the eyes of the surnamed Chen boy are red; this is the rhythm of anger.

Sun Daoning decisively changed his words, and his tone was gentle: "How about this, grain and grass can be approved one more copy, just as if the arrears of the past are written off. Selling is absolutely not allowed; you must remember this. In addition, the Marquis of Nanshan is afraid that he won't be good; His Majesty will clean up the Marquis of Nanshan in the next step. At that time, you should interrogate well, beat well, ask for hidden money, and this official will record your first merit."

"The Marquis of Nanshan is very low-key! What did he do, why does His Majesty want to clean him up?" Chen Guanlou was very curious.

The Marquis of Nanshan had almost no sense of existence among the nobles.

The only time he heard people mention it was when the Hou Fu was looking at marriage for the girls, and it seemed they didn't like the sons of the Marquis of Nanshan Mansion, despising that none of the sons of the Marquis of Nanshan Mansion had any promise, all of them were soft bones.

"His Majesty doesn't look pleasing to anyone, and wants to clean up anyone; he doesn't need a reason." Sun Daoning blocked Chen Guanlou's question in one sentence.

Chen Guanlou laughed twice. "The Marquis of Nanshan has a lot of money? Did the ancestors have any connection with the Prince of Chu or the Prince of Cheng?" ===== CHAPTER 728 =====