As an inspector sent by the central government, Cui Ke rushed to Shenzhou to provide disaster relief with 100,000 taels of silver.
There were refugees in some counties and counties in Shenzhou, but no riots had occurred yet. Cui Ke went to the local area to inspect the local officials, and the local officials were very assigned to each other, and they could not make any mistakes in their words and deeds against the victims.
Because the more than 100,000 taels of silver allocated by the court last time was useless, Cui Ke secretly sent someone to investigate, and it turned out that most of the victims had not received any relief money.
The minister who could provide disaster relief returned to Chang'an to report his orders and said confidently that he had watched the victims come to collect them one by one, and had registered quotas for the registration.
This matter is strange, Cui Ke is not in a hurry to distribute disaster money, and has conducted open and secret investigations for several days.
It turned out that the prefect of Shenzhou, Wu, was cunning. When the imperial inspectors allocated silver at the disaster relief site, the prefect sent yamen runners to guard all intersections, which made ordinary people unable to collect silver.
Most of the so-called disaster victims in ragged clothes were disguised as relatives and servants of the Wu Prefect's family.
The county magistrates below dared not speak out. The prefect of Wu was recommended by Xiao Cen, the eldest prince of the dynasty. Who dared not to have a head and attack a stone with an egg?
Cui Ke knew it in his heart. After he was about to start, he chose a small county with severe famine and set up the location at the entrance of the government office. He sent personal soldiers to clear the passageway in advance early in the morning. At noon, he ordered people to bring boxes of silver for disaster relief.
The prefect Wu still used the same trick again, but Cui Ke was cautious and he was not easy to fool, so he sent a lot of fake disaster victims to get involved among the common people.
The sun is at its peak, and white silver is shining under the sun, and the people are eager and excited.
Cui Ke calmly sat down before the final decision. Prefect Wu pretended to take out a list and asked: Lord Cui, will the money be paid now?
Cui Ke shook his head and smiled slightly: Noon, it’s already noon, so let the victims have their meal first.
Then he waved his hand and ordered the soldiers to carry out several baskets of green vegetable dumplings. Cui Ke stood up and bowed to everyone.
Dear fellow villagers, Shenzhou is suffering from drought, and the emperor is worried today. I will give you disaster money.As the inspector, Cui should have made some statements, but his salary was not much, so he could only invite everyone to have a lunch, each with two bowls of vegetables. Everyone should eat first, and then receive the money after eating.
Wu Taishou didn't know what the medicine was sold in Cui Ke's gourd, so he curiously took a tray ball to taste it. As soon as he bit it opens, the bitter and astringent taste spread between his teeth and lips. He wanted to spit it out with a spit, but he had no choice but to swallow it in front of others.
Cui Ke's lips curled slightly, his eyes swept past everyone, and a faint smile arose.
Not only the prefect, but some of the victims also had a difficult face when they ate the dish, showing a very difficult look on their faces.
But more people got two vegetable dumplings in just a few bites, and some of them felt that it was not enough. Seeing that there was a surplus in the basket, they reached out to ask the Bingwei for help.
Prefect Wu looked away guiltily and kept winking at the victims who were exposed.
But it's too late.
Cui Ke saw everyone's expressions and postures, and did not expose Wu's plan. He explained with a faint smile: Vegetable dumplings are made of a common wild vegetable that is drought-resistant in Shenzhou. Local disaster victims rely on it to survive, so they naturally don't feel that they taste different.Those who pretend to be victims must have felt it difficult to swallow their hard days.
Then, Cui Ke's cold eyes slowly swept over the prefect's face and said in a deep voice: Prefect Wu, Shenzhou has suffered losses in disasters and silver. Your chief of state is a great failure to do things, and it is hard to blame!
The prefect Wu forced himself to calm down and hurriedly bowed to admit his mistake: The unruly people are rampant, and they dare to pretend to be a disaster victim to secretly receive the imperial silver. It was because the officials were deceived by them. Thanks to your wise and ignorant, you can see the traitor.
After saying that, the prefect pretended to be angry, pointed at the false victims, and sang to the yamen runners: Come on, drag them down and hit the thirty-year-old boards to warn others.
Cui Ke ignored Wu Taishou's hypocritical behavior and after he was dealt with, he would distribute the disaster relief money to the real victims one by one.
The victims knelt down and couldn't stand up, tears filled their eyes. They were grateful for the emperor's grace and thanked Cui Ke frequently.
Natural disasters and man-made disasters are the people who suffer. Cui Ke sighed in his heart that he had been in Shenzhou for more than a month and personally went to various counties to distribute relief silver. When the disaster situation improved, he set off to return to Chang'an.
Although Cui Ke racked his brains and was cautious, a small amount of money still flowed into Wu Taishou's pocket.
This matter is very involved, and Cui Ke did not dare to alert the enemy, but only secretly collected evidence.
There were also many suspicions in the last disaster relief case. The court allocated 150,000 taels to Shenzhou, but in fact, the inspector only brought 110,000, of which 40,000 were missing.
There were the responsibilities of the Minister of Revenue, and there were also inspection officials who accepted bribes, and there were the eldest prince and the prefect Wu colluded to deceive the superiors and conceal the subordinates and embezzle the national treasury.
Cui Ke returned to Chang'an and truthfully reported the results of the investigation to Emperor Wen and Prince Xiao Jing.
…………
He left in mid-July and did not return until the end of August. Zhen Zhu was entangled in the mansion by Mrs. Xiao, and everyone was almost growing hair.
Looking forward to the stars and the moon, Cui Ke finally returned home. There is hope for freedom and liberation. There is nothing that she and Cui Ke can't solve.
Zhen Zhu had a lot of resentment in her heart, and planned to vent her vent to Cui Ke and torture him hard.
The idea in the room was firm. After leaving the mansion, Zhen Zhu saw the figure of Cui Ke coming out of the carriage and couldn't help but feel a sore throat.
The husband's face is dark and thin, and his body under the crimson official uniform is like a rugged rock, standing steeply.
Looking closely, the elegant facial features became deeper and deeper, the bone-appropriate jaw suddenly became a little sharp, and the black eyes were clear and impressed.
Mrs. Xiao loved her son very much, and she went up to her, regardless of her noble demeanor, and appropriately visited Cui Ke and Shenzhou for food, clothing, housing and transportation.
Cui Ke responded casually, but his eyes turned to Zhen Zhu. Seeing the little girl standing in front of the door motionless, he quietly pushed away the hand that Mrs. Xiao had kindly put on, and walked over to pull Zhen Zhu's sleeve.
He took the trend and slid down. He held her little hand tightly and wrapped it in his palm. He felt that more than a month of emotions had come true.
Zhuzhu... Cui Ke called her in a low voice, his meaning.
Zhen Zhu felt uncomfortable and didn't want to be so close to him. After struggling, she didn't get away, so she followed him and walked into the mansion.
Mrs. Xiao was supported by Duke An and walked in front of Cui Ke and the other two. She turned around and glanced at the young couple behind her, and sighed dissatisfiedly: Look, if you give birth to him and raise him, in the end, your son only has his wife Jin Gui in his eyes.
Duke An Guo patted her on the back and said comfortingly: Young couple, love is in full swing. Yongjia, don’t worry too much about the children.
There were refugees in some counties and counties in Shenzhou, but no riots had occurred yet. Cui Ke went to the local area to inspect the local officials, and the local officials were very assigned to each other, and they could not make any mistakes in their words and deeds against the victims.
Because the more than 100,000 taels of silver allocated by the court last time was useless, Cui Ke secretly sent someone to investigate, and it turned out that most of the victims had not received any relief money.
The minister who could provide disaster relief returned to Chang'an to report his orders and said confidently that he had watched the victims come to collect them one by one, and had registered quotas for the registration.
This matter is strange, Cui Ke is not in a hurry to distribute disaster money, and has conducted open and secret investigations for several days.
It turned out that the prefect of Shenzhou, Wu, was cunning. When the imperial inspectors allocated silver at the disaster relief site, the prefect sent yamen runners to guard all intersections, which made ordinary people unable to collect silver.
Most of the so-called disaster victims in ragged clothes were disguised as relatives and servants of the Wu Prefect's family.
The county magistrates below dared not speak out. The prefect of Wu was recommended by Xiao Cen, the eldest prince of the dynasty. Who dared not to have a head and attack a stone with an egg?
Cui Ke knew it in his heart. After he was about to start, he chose a small county with severe famine and set up the location at the entrance of the government office. He sent personal soldiers to clear the passageway in advance early in the morning. At noon, he ordered people to bring boxes of silver for disaster relief.
The prefect Wu still used the same trick again, but Cui Ke was cautious and he was not easy to fool, so he sent a lot of fake disaster victims to get involved among the common people.
The sun is at its peak, and white silver is shining under the sun, and the people are eager and excited.
Cui Ke calmly sat down before the final decision. Prefect Wu pretended to take out a list and asked: Lord Cui, will the money be paid now?
Cui Ke shook his head and smiled slightly: Noon, it’s already noon, so let the victims have their meal first.
Then he waved his hand and ordered the soldiers to carry out several baskets of green vegetable dumplings. Cui Ke stood up and bowed to everyone.
Dear fellow villagers, Shenzhou is suffering from drought, and the emperor is worried today. I will give you disaster money.As the inspector, Cui should have made some statements, but his salary was not much, so he could only invite everyone to have a lunch, each with two bowls of vegetables. Everyone should eat first, and then receive the money after eating.
Wu Taishou didn't know what the medicine was sold in Cui Ke's gourd, so he curiously took a tray ball to taste it. As soon as he bit it opens, the bitter and astringent taste spread between his teeth and lips. He wanted to spit it out with a spit, but he had no choice but to swallow it in front of others.
Cui Ke's lips curled slightly, his eyes swept past everyone, and a faint smile arose.
Not only the prefect, but some of the victims also had a difficult face when they ate the dish, showing a very difficult look on their faces.
But more people got two vegetable dumplings in just a few bites, and some of them felt that it was not enough. Seeing that there was a surplus in the basket, they reached out to ask the Bingwei for help.
Prefect Wu looked away guiltily and kept winking at the victims who were exposed.
But it's too late.
Cui Ke saw everyone's expressions and postures, and did not expose Wu's plan. He explained with a faint smile: Vegetable dumplings are made of a common wild vegetable that is drought-resistant in Shenzhou. Local disaster victims rely on it to survive, so they naturally don't feel that they taste different.Those who pretend to be victims must have felt it difficult to swallow their hard days.
Then, Cui Ke's cold eyes slowly swept over the prefect's face and said in a deep voice: Prefect Wu, Shenzhou has suffered losses in disasters and silver. Your chief of state is a great failure to do things, and it is hard to blame!
The prefect Wu forced himself to calm down and hurriedly bowed to admit his mistake: The unruly people are rampant, and they dare to pretend to be a disaster victim to secretly receive the imperial silver. It was because the officials were deceived by them. Thanks to your wise and ignorant, you can see the traitor.
After saying that, the prefect pretended to be angry, pointed at the false victims, and sang to the yamen runners: Come on, drag them down and hit the thirty-year-old boards to warn others.
Cui Ke ignored Wu Taishou's hypocritical behavior and after he was dealt with, he would distribute the disaster relief money to the real victims one by one.
The victims knelt down and couldn't stand up, tears filled their eyes. They were grateful for the emperor's grace and thanked Cui Ke frequently.
Natural disasters and man-made disasters are the people who suffer. Cui Ke sighed in his heart that he had been in Shenzhou for more than a month and personally went to various counties to distribute relief silver. When the disaster situation improved, he set off to return to Chang'an.
Although Cui Ke racked his brains and was cautious, a small amount of money still flowed into Wu Taishou's pocket.
This matter is very involved, and Cui Ke did not dare to alert the enemy, but only secretly collected evidence.
There were also many suspicions in the last disaster relief case. The court allocated 150,000 taels to Shenzhou, but in fact, the inspector only brought 110,000, of which 40,000 were missing.
There were the responsibilities of the Minister of Revenue, and there were also inspection officials who accepted bribes, and there were the eldest prince and the prefect Wu colluded to deceive the superiors and conceal the subordinates and embezzle the national treasury.
Cui Ke returned to Chang'an and truthfully reported the results of the investigation to Emperor Wen and Prince Xiao Jing.
…………
He left in mid-July and did not return until the end of August. Zhen Zhu was entangled in the mansion by Mrs. Xiao, and everyone was almost growing hair.
Looking forward to the stars and the moon, Cui Ke finally returned home. There is hope for freedom and liberation. There is nothing that she and Cui Ke can't solve.
Zhen Zhu had a lot of resentment in her heart, and planned to vent her vent to Cui Ke and torture him hard.
The idea in the room was firm. After leaving the mansion, Zhen Zhu saw the figure of Cui Ke coming out of the carriage and couldn't help but feel a sore throat.
The husband's face is dark and thin, and his body under the crimson official uniform is like a rugged rock, standing steeply.
Looking closely, the elegant facial features became deeper and deeper, the bone-appropriate jaw suddenly became a little sharp, and the black eyes were clear and impressed.
Mrs. Xiao loved her son very much, and she went up to her, regardless of her noble demeanor, and appropriately visited Cui Ke and Shenzhou for food, clothing, housing and transportation.
Cui Ke responded casually, but his eyes turned to Zhen Zhu. Seeing the little girl standing in front of the door motionless, he quietly pushed away the hand that Mrs. Xiao had kindly put on, and walked over to pull Zhen Zhu's sleeve.
He took the trend and slid down. He held her little hand tightly and wrapped it in his palm. He felt that more than a month of emotions had come true.
Zhuzhu... Cui Ke called her in a low voice, his meaning.
Zhen Zhu felt uncomfortable and didn't want to be so close to him. After struggling, she didn't get away, so she followed him and walked into the mansion.
Mrs. Xiao was supported by Duke An and walked in front of Cui Ke and the other two. She turned around and glanced at the young couple behind her, and sighed dissatisfiedly: Look, if you give birth to him and raise him, in the end, your son only has his wife Jin Gui in his eyes.
Duke An Guo patted her on the back and said comfortingly: Young couple, love is in full swing. Yongjia, don’t worry too much about the children.
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