newbobooks Chapter 208 The Minister of War Dislikes the Newly Appointed Minister of Personnel's Sassy and
Chapter 208 The Minister of War Dislikes the Newly Appointed Minister of Personnel's Sassy and
The old emperor quickly dismissed the idea.
If that person had been an imposter, Shen Zhiyi would have definitely blurted it out; it's such a big juicy story.
"Ahem, Father, it's also very possible that Shen Lang didn't even go to see it."
The Eighth Princess couldn't hold back any longer. She felt that her father was probably just getting old and his brain was rusty.
The old emperor thought the Eighth Princess's words made a lot of sense.
Afterwards, someone was asked to investigate, and it was found that Yang, the registrar, was indeed an official of the county government.
From this perspective, the ninth-rank local official was too low-ranking; he was simply not qualified to listen to Shen Zhiyi's true feelings.
Once it was confirmed that no one was impersonating a court official, the old emperor quickly forgot about the incident.
After the group stayed at the inn for two days, the weather outside finally cleared up.
"Let's go for a walk."
The old emperor would wander around He County, heading towards whichever area looked dilapidated.
Princess Bajie had never seen such a dilapidated house or such a terrible road before, and she couldn't help but complain the whole way.
The old emperor was tired of hearing it.
"If you're not happy about it, then hurry back."
[Hmm, it just so happens that the Eighth Princess's mother seems to have taken a fancy to a new man recently. Once the Eighth Princess returns to the capital, her mother is guaranteed to force her into marriage!]
Upon hearing this, the Eighth Princess's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
She has no desire to get married now; keeping a male concubine is far better than getting married.
She quickly shook her head, looking at the old emperor with a mixture of fear and ingratiation.
"Father."
"Ok?"
The Eighth Princess gently patted her mouth: "Father, I am happy, very happy. This unique experience is truly a day worth remembering."
It's just a muddy road; it's nothing compared to the terrifying blind date banquet her birth mother prepared.
"Hey old man, is this business easy to run?"
[You're an old man yourself, yet you have the nerve to call others old, especially since this old man is two years younger than you.]
The old emperor looked at the other man's full head of white hair with surprise and couldn't help but sigh.
[As expected, money and power really do influence people. The old emperor looks like he's in his fifties, while this young boss looks like he's in his seventies.]
Shen Zhiyi was lost in her own thoughts, completely unaware that everyone around her was coughing and looking down.
The old emperor's lips twitched, he pinched his ear, and casually found a bench to sit down.
Although Shen Zhiyi's words were unpleasant to hear, they were the truth.
"What would this gentleman like?"
The old emperor glanced at the people around him, waved his hand, and said, "Go ahead and do whatever you want. By the way, how much do you earn in a day?"
"It's a small business, so I don't make much money. I still have several people to support at home, but things will get better after a while."
Seeing the happy expression on the other person's face, the old emperor figured that they must be living a good life.
So he ate an extra bowl of noodles.
After breakfast, the group came across a rather dilapidated house.
A couple lived inside; the man was disabled, and the woman was heavily pregnant.
Chen Decai noticed the old emperor's gaze, so he stepped forward with some silver in his hand.
The couple refused.
Chen Decai laughed and said, "My master said to take the money and renovate the house."
This house is so run-down, how did you manage during the rain the other day?
Shen Zhiyi looked through the surveillance footage, her eyes filled with pity.
It's like it's pouring rain outside and drizzling inside—no, it's more like a moderate rain.
The disabled man shook his head and said, "No need, no need. An official came to my house and said he would help renovate it."
The old emperor was somewhat surprised.
He stepped forward and asked, "Then what is this silver?"
The disabled man said, "I will contribute part of it, and the official said the county government will contribute the rest."
"You have money?"
“I borrowed some money from my sister. Once the house is renovated, I can start a small business and pay her back the money I owe her.”
The old emperor nodded with satisfaction.
"You are not useless even though you are disabled; you will achieve great things."
Wow, the local officials are so good?
The group then went to ask many other people, who all said that things would get better after a while.
When the old emperor pressed for details, the other party refused to elaborate.
No one dared to ask any further questions.
As dusk fell, the group returned to the inn.
The old emperor praised it at the dinner table.
"This county magistrate seems to be someone who can get things done."
The newly appointed Minister of Personnel silently raised his head, feeling that something was amiss.
This expression naturally did not escape the old emperor's notice.
"Yanchen, judging from your expression, you seem to have a different opinion."
"Your Excellency, if the magistrate of He County were truly capable, how could He County's economy have consistently ranked last in the prefecture for so many years?"
[Pfft, the one in last place by a wide margin, what a stingy guy!]
The Minister of War couldn't stand the sarcastic tone of the newly appointed Minister of Personnel and couldn't help but retort.
"No one in this world is perfect. Everyone has their shortcomings. Maybe the magistrate of He County is good to the local people, but he is not good at managing the economy. That doesn't mean the magistrate of He County is bad."
The old emperor nodded in agreement.
"The Minister of War is right."
[That's bullshit!]
Old Emperor: Hmm?
The newly appointed Minister of Personnel, who had been glanced at, silently moved back.
Why are you looking at him? It wasn't him who said it.
The people of He County are so poor, but the county magistrate is quite wealthy.
There's a saying that goes something like this: poor places aren't really poor; it's just that the money hasn't gone where it should.
The old emperor's eyelids twitched.
Shen Zhiyi's words implied that the county magistrate of He County had been corrupt.
Good thing they were greedy; their property should be confiscated!
However, if the magistrate of He County had embezzled the people's money, then the people he met today seemed quite satisfied with what they were saying.
Isn't that contradictory?
This is absolutely outrageous, my God!
Shen Zhiyi seemed to have seen something extraordinary.
A "Holy crap!" echoed in everyone's minds for a long time.
"Shen Zhiyi!"
"master!"
The atmosphere suddenly became quiet. The old emperor looked at Shen Zhiyi, and Shen Zhiyi looked at the old emperor.
Shen Zhiyi: "Ah? What are your orders, sir?"
"No, it's nothing."
Damn, he has a headache.
Shen Zhiyi: "Are you alright? I'll go to the counter for a bit."
After receiving the old emperor's permission, Shen Zhiyi went to the counter to find the shop owner.
"Boss, do you often give that Registrar Yang credit?"
The boss didn't want to answer these questions, but Shen Zhiyi was an outsider and left quickly, so it didn't really matter whether he answered or not.
"No, it's just been recently."
"Registrar Yang said that all the wine the county government needs next month will be obtained from me."
Shen Zhiyi nodded: "That's a considerable income."
"That's not."