Zheng Shixue, who entered the palace with Ye Chunqiu, saw that Ye Chunqiu had a bad face today, couldn't help but care for him: "What, is it that editor Ye is sick?"

Of course, Ye Chunqiu didn't dare to tell the story of yesterday's attendant, and said, "Maybe he didn't sleep well."

However, Zheng Shixue smiled and stroked his beard with a meaningful smile, "Well, young people should be more restrained."

No matter how you hear this, Ye Chunqiu didn't know whether to cry or laugh, but he could feel that Zheng Shixue's attitude towards him was much better. Perhaps because His Majesty personally ordered his posthumous yesterday, there were more topics along the way. Hanlin was qualified to enter the palace from Chongwenmen. From Hanlin Academy to Chongwenmen, it was not far from the posthumous room.

When he arrived at the waiting room, he talked about tea with Zheng Shixue and a few Hanlins who were on duty today. Zheng Shixue did not rush to let anyone go to the attendant on duty. Instead, there were eunuchs there: "Your Majesty, you don't need to attendant today..."

Zheng Shixue felt strange and couldn't help but say, "Why is this? Could it be..."

The eunuch was quite polite to Hanlin and smiled faintly: "Your Majesty is in poor health today, and he said hello to the cabinet, and even the court's proposal was cancelled. But it is impossible to say when the attendant will be there."

Ye Chunqiu was shocked. Could it be that there was a problem with the medicine?

He knelt behind the desk and pretended to look at some official documents on the desk. The contents of the documents were all-encompassing. Some ordered a certain department to supervise a certain matter, and some promoted someone to an official. Any official documents must be handled by the Hanlin people. To some extent, it can indeed increase people's knowledge.

This principle of governing the country cannot be obtained by relying on the brain. The so-called system is just a framework and essentially needs to be implemented by people. Emperor Taizu once created the system that is known as the most perfect, and it is still apart. A giant country like the Ming Dynasty, thousands of prefectures and counties governing millions of people, and all kinds of different things happen in places almost every day. The so-called governance of a big country is like cooking a small freshman. Ye Chunqiu did not expect to use the so-called advanced experience in the brain to produce any results.

At first, I just flipped it around casually, but gradually, Ye Chunqiu felt it was quite interesting because... it was really interesting inside.

One of the documents is roughly the content of a certain censor and a local official who shouted and scolded him from a distance. The censor impeached the official during the disaster relief process, and the porridge was mixed with sand and grass chips. The censor criticized the official for being corrupt and illegal and ineffective in disaster relief. However, the official was not easy to mess with, and most of the people above him were also attacked back immediately.

So the censor made a brilliant spell and cursed him with great slander.

The official defended himself loudly, saying that although the disaster was great, not everyone was relieved. The court had only so much disaster relief food, and the loss on the way was even more serious. If the porridge and water were given strong fragrance, even the people who were not affected would be caught in it and take advantage of the disaster relief food. As a result, thousands of people were originally suffering from disasters, and the court prepared food for thousands of people to provide relief food, but in the end, tens of thousands of people went to take the relief food. In just a few days, the disaster relief food would be eaten up. At that time, the hungry people would still be the victims.

If sand and grass ash are mixed in the porridge, the porridge water will be thinner. In this way, those who are suffering from disaster will naturally come to collect the porridge when they are hungry so that they will not starve to death. Those who are not affected will most likely feel that the porridge water is difficult to swallow, and will not be interested in picking up the porridge water. In this way, the court can ensure that the relief grain can be maintained until the beginning of the next year and that no one will starve to death.

It seemed to be some reason, so the censor scolded the official for not knowing that someone had misapproved disaster relief food, but instead used such despicable methods.

The official seemed to be very angry and reported to the censor not to know the worldly style. He said that there were countless people receiving porridge. If one wanted to identify one by one, there would be no more staff in the local government office. At that time, there would be more staff. These staffs would have to eat and drink, and the expenses would be a large sum. Moreover, if no one was watching the temporary recruitment, who could guarantee that they would collude with the villagers to do something, and some people would need to supervise it. In this way, the cost of this increased staff was no longer under the loss of false relief.

However, in the end, the censor was still very powerful. Since I couldn't win the local slander, I simply turned to the traditional project of the censor and began to expose the problems of the official's private life, such as not being very filial to his father, and being unpredictable to his private life.

The official was still bad at last because the official's credit, which was sent to Hanlin, was to depose the official.

Ye Chunqiu was also stunned. He couldn't say whether the official was good or bad, but his words were indeed thought-provoking. Although he seemed cold-blooded and ruthless in the process of helping the victims, in a sense, using grass clippings and sand and porridge to provide disaster relief may not be a way for countless living people; but is he right or wrong? As for the censor, it seems that his words make sense. How can you treat the victims like this? Ye Chunqiu also felt that if he did what the censor said, the famine might even lead to human disasters.

call……

Ye Chunqiu forgot about the little emperor for a moment, and was thinking about the pros and cons of this noise, and he felt more and more that the things in this world were not that simple.

Sometimes when he was dry, he would run to the tea room to pour tea. There were a few colleagues sitting in the tea room, and everyone was talking about gossip. Ye Chunqiu silently carried the tea cup of water to return to his desk, and then went to read other official documents and edicts to be drafted.

Until noon, a eunuch brought tea and food. It was produced in the imperial kitchen, but the pastries were terrible. Ye Chunqiu came from Hexi Township, and now he realized that the so-called imperial kitchen was also divided into internal and external. The inner kitchen was dedicated to the emperor and noble people, and the food was quite good. Ye Chunqiu, such as eunuchs, only had a big pot of rice. However, when even the scholars in the cabinet had the same pastries as themselves, Ye Chunqiu became calm.

After noon, a eunuch finally came and said, "Is Ye Editor here? Your Majesty asked Ye Editor to serve as the driver."

If the emperor asked Ye to write the editor for the first time, everyone was still a little surprised. Now his colleagues just looked at him enviously, but Ye Chunqiu did not dare to be arrogant. Instead, he saluted Zheng Shixue. Zheng Tixue smiled and said, "Go."

"yes."

Ye Chunqiu followed the eunuchs into the palace. This time he didn't go to the warm pavilion, but went to the imperial garden where he was in danger yesterday. Ye Chunqiu was so scared that he wouldn't have asked himself to fight the tiger today, but he was still injured!

Damn, I'll stop doing it again.
Chapter completed!