Chapter 893 When Rong Leng Retired From the Field, Rong Su Couldn't Help Muttering in His Heart

There are many kinds of appreciation, but Mr. Qian's appreciation for Rong Leng, at this moment, seems to have reached the point where he is willing to go forward side by side with him!

The ministers who can participate in political decisions in the cabinet are not ordinary officials. Among them, Mr. Zhao is naturally the most prestigious and has the most prestige, while Mr. Qian is neither the oldest nor the youngest, but he is also a person who can speak. Talkable.

The reason for this is naturally that Mr. Qian has a background.

Mr. Qian's mentor is the former chief assistant of the cabinet, Yuan Huan, Mr. Yuan.

The year Mr. Yuan became an official, happened to be the year Mr. Qian entered the palace examination and was promoted to the number one scholar.

Mr. Qian is rich in knowledge and superb in policy theory. He was praised by the emperor as a talent in poetry and calligraphy, and he is full of inspiration.

In the end, Mr. Qian's entry into the cabinet became a certainty.

Mr. Yuan was the former chief assistant of the cabinet, and before he stepped down, he personally recommended his colleague and student, Mr. Zhao, as the next chief assistant.

After Mr. Zhao came to power, he took great care of his junior brother Mr. Qian.

Under these layers of relationships, Mr. Qian's road ahead can be said to be smooth sailing.

As Boss Zhao got old three years ago and retired from his post, the post of Chief Assistant of the Cabinet was left vacant.

Originally, Mr. Zhao wanted to recommend Mr. Qian, his younger brother, as his successor, but Mr. Qian was only forty years old. Compared with other cabinet ministers, he was too young.

Therefore, Emperor Qianling suppressed the matter and did not agree.

Emperor Qianling didn't agree, nor did he refuse. The position of the new chief minister of the cabinet has been suspended since three years ago.

This time, the emperor was seriously ill and the cabinet was in chaos. Mr. Zhao, who had already retired, was jointly visited by the seven princes and three princes, and invited him out of the mountain.

As the previous chief assistant, Mr. Zhao is very familiar with the management of the cabinet.

In this small hall, Mr. Zhao is in charge of everything and decides everything. As Mr. Zhao's younger brother, Mr. Zhao's most important successor, Mr. Qian is once again treated specially by his senior.

Now Mr. Qian turned his attention to Rong Leng, Mr. Zhao calmed down his anger just now, and naturally turned his gaze away.

Rong Leng has no expression, even if he is stared at by a group of people with different purposes, he is not at all strange.

He just looked at the account book in his hand, was silent for a while, closed the account book, and said two words: "Donation."

Lord Qian listened attentively.

"Under the national crisis, everyone is responsible. Four million military pay is not a small amount. Since the Ministry of Officials and the treasury can't afford money, why not, tomorrow, in the name of the crown prince, recruit all the ministers and raise donations from the palace, temporarily relieving the urgent need."

As soon as Rong Leng said this, everyone fell silent.

There is going to be a war at the border, there is a shortage of money, and the treasury can't come out, but you have to recruit all the officials and let them bring silver to the temple to donate military pay?

Mr. Qian glanced at Rong Leng with some regret, and then said slowly: "This method sounds very good, but it may be a little bit of a hindrance to raise it. Why don't you think of another way, Mr. Zhao, you Say?"

Mr. Qian led the conversation back to Mr. Zhao.

Elder Zhao secretly scolded his younger brother for poking a hornet's nest, but let his senior brother suffer the punishment, but this senior brother still took the words and said: "In the current state affairs, although the ministers contribute their efforts, it is not impossible, but the money of the ministers is also worth it. It wasn't brought by the strong wind, and it is against the style of a great country to ask courtiers to collect donations."

The demeanor of a big country is not easy for officials. After all, it is a matter of offending people.

The country is about to go to war, but hundreds of officials are required to take money. It is okay to say four million taels each, but it is not conspicuous for hundreds of officials to contribute to each person.

But we all know that if we really want to fight, it will be a matter of long-term struggle. One can raise four million taels of donations, the second one, and the third one. Do all officials have to take money every time? And among the hundreds of officials, these people present here are also included.

The six ministries and the three divisions are rich places, and the officials inside are full of fat, but they can do it. How many poor scholars in the cabinet donate money if they can say it?

Don't talk about others, just talk about him, Old Zhao, who can pull out his belt and take out money. The big deal is to be open-minded for the country and the people.

But if you say that this is the case for a long time, the child can't be raised anymore, and life can't be passed, and life is already tight now.

Mrs. Zhao took the lead, and after the others came back to their senses, they boasted that Rong Leng had come up with a good idea, and at the same time asked Rong Leng to go to the side to rest for a while. They are enough here, the third prince is tired It's been a day, don't burn yourself out.

Rong Leng didn't move his eyebrows, and was pushed aside by a group of seniors in their seventies and eighties. He didn't say anything, and took advantage of the opportunity to sit down again, holding the account book that he had just read halfway through, and continued to look at it.

Rong Su glanced at Rong Leng across the crowd.

Rong Su was very clear about Rong Leng's temper. Seeing Rong Leng retreated from the stage, Rong Su couldn't help muttering in his heart, what does this person want to do?

The preparation of military pay is imminent, but Rong Leng doesn't seem to be in a hurry at all, he came up with a bad idea when he was asked to come up with an idea, now let him rest, and he really did.

Is he really not in a hurry?

Or, does this person have another conspiracy?

When dealing with Rong Leng, Rong Su never dared to underestimate Rong Leng. Now that he probed into Rong Leng, he couldn't see why, so he could only wait and see.

But Rong Su's mind was spinning rapidly, recalling whether he had any clues to fall into Rong Leng's hands.

You must know that although Rong Leng and him have some cooperation in private, it is only a few. They have been rivals for many years, and it is impossible to resolve their grievances overnight. If it is beneficial, they will go together, and if they are not beneficial, they will part ways. This is the rule that everyone understands.

Rong Su will not let go of the money that the officials have, but if Rong Leng is willing, he can help him and join forces to persecute the crown prince.

The previous atmosphere was restored in the lobby, disputes and disputes, rebuttals and rebuttals.

Seeing that it's already the third watch, everyone knows that tonight, I'm afraid it depends on who can't hold on first.

If the cabinet sticks to the end, it can persuade the officials and the treasury to take money out.

If the cabinet can't hold on, they can only continue to stand still, and under this meaningless debate, they will circulate again and again.

During this period, Rong Ling patiently read all the account books, one after another.

until the next morning.

The sunlight poured into the hall, and the more than forty candles on the table had already burned out.

The gray-haired old man, with a hoarse voice and dazzled eyes, bit the last sentence and refused to let go.

"If the Western Territory is really broke because of this mere four million taels of military pay, all of us present here will be sinners through the ages!" Mrs. Zhao said the last sentence, and he was already on the verge of collapse.

Mr. Qian supported his senior brother behind him, gave him a hand, and then slapped the table on the table with the crown prince Seventh King, who was not allowed to enter, and said, "Could it be that you are really going to destroy the Qingyun Kingdom when the emperor is seriously ill? You guys?" Are you worthy of the ancestors of the Rong family?!"