Only then did several officials, big and small, realize the great ambition of the young emperor. Both Neqin and Fu Heng could not sit still. They left their seats and knelt down. Neqin said, "Your Majesty has a great ambition, but you are a fool!"! The slave was willing to go with Qingfu to handle the military affairs of Jinchuan and clear the way to Tibet. The main worry is the humiliation of the minister, if you lose again, please take the head of the slave to thank the world! Just as Qianlong was about to speak, he saw that Chen Shiguan was already kowtowing outside the Nuan Pavilion to pay his respects. It was a cold day, and Chen Shiguan was only wearing a leather jacket of a heavenly horse. He was neatly wrapped in a peacock patch. His slender braid was soft behind his head, and he was still drenched in snow water. Qianlong couldn't help laughing and said, "You're already weak. Why are you only wearing so little clothes?"? Your family is a famous official in Haining. Are you so poor? "Long live back!" Chen Shi-guan sniffed and replied with a smile, "The slave loves snow. He just came from the south. When it snowed so heavily, he couldn't bear to sit in a sedan chair, so he rode a donkey to see the emperor.". It was not a slave who pretended to be poor. When he passed the Guandi Temple at Zhengyang Gate, he saw that one of his sons was frozen too pitifully, so he left his cloak to him. Aachoo! He sneezed and made everyone laugh, and Qianlong ordered, "Give my yuan Hu robe, the one with the sable cloak, to Chen Shiguan!" You are a serious scholar, and you know how to take pity on the poor and cherish literature. Your words, 'I can't bear to sit in a sedan chair,' make me want to ride a donkey into the snow to enjoy the capital! He ordered Chen Shiguan to get up and sit beside the fumigation cage. Only then did he say to Neqin and the others, "Neqin is now the first Xuanli minister in front of me. Zhang Tingyu is very old. The affairs of the inner court are multifarious. I want you and Fu Heng, these young people, to take care of them more.". He still asked Qingfu to return to Jinchuan. For one thing, he was familiar with people, and for another, it was he who did the job. Who owes the famine and who should pay it back. QingFu, you are the grand Maester, the old, natural to you, Zhang guangsi for vice. Zhang Guangsi Yan Gang is more than enough, and you complement each other with softness and gentleness. As long as two people are of the same mind, don't make trouble. This idea is not worth doing. There is a lot of gossip about you outside now, and they all say that Ben is not dead. I see no need to trace, put down the size of the Jinchuan rebellion, he died or not, it doesn't matter the overall situation. If I don't pursue it, I'll let you go. If you mess up the job again, I'll let you go again. What can I do? There's Wang Zhang in the law of the country! "Thanks to the emperor's grace, the slave dares not work hard, and then dies!" As soon as Qingfu heard that he would no longer pursue the matter of life and death, he felt relaxed all over his body. He fell to the ground and kowtowed and said in a loud voice, "As long as the food and gunpowder can be supplied, within a year, the big and small Jinchuan and the upper and lower Zhandui will certainly be quiet. Please ask the court to set up an official to build a yamen, and there will be no more danger." "You are a man from the hands of Master Shizong, and your family is an old family that lives with the country.". I am very gratified to have this ambition. Qianlong seemed to sigh with regret and said with a deep sigh, "Little Jinchuan has no reason to work hard for several years and pay millions of yuan.". There was a Chen Shih-guan here, and he asked for grain, ordnance, and gunpowder, which was also handled by Ah Kuei. I give you a year and a half, no, two years, you give me a pacifying and stable Jinchuan and Zhandui-Shiguan stay, you kneel down! When all the people quit, heavy duty warehouse rack , Qianlong looked at the bell, just pointing to the time card. Qianlong asked for a plate of assorted dim sum and two bowls of milk. He rewarded Chen Shiguan with a bowl. While eating the dim sum, he said with a smile, "You have three meals. You must not be hungry. Drink a bowl of milk while it's hot. When we talk, it's time to break up." Chen Shiguan was from a scholarly family of the Han family, and he was on a diet to preserve his health. This bowl of human milk was really difficult for him, but "you have a gift, and I dare not refuse." He drank it in one breath like medicine with his breath closed. He put the bowl on his lips and said with a smile, "When I went to the capital this time, I was looking for my master to fight again. I wanted to reduce the amount of money and food. The master turned to the slave for provisions, which was really unexpected! Qian Long nibbled at the snack. Ignoring his words, he asked, "When did you arrive in Beijing?" "Long live back. I came to Beijing the night before yesterday." "Waterway or dry road?" "First, the dry road, from Jinling to Anhui, north through Henan, then to Shandong, from Dezhou to Tianjin Wei, from the canal, until Tongzhou.". Because there were too many boats going south, the river was so congested that it took a full month to get there. Qian Long pushed aside the snack tray, coughed with tea, wiped his hands with a towel, and asked, "What do you think of the crops along the way?" "When I came here, all the crops had been harvested and put into storage." Chen Shiguan looked up and recalled, "Jiangsu is 12% ripe this year, and Zhejiang is also 10% good.". The southern part of Jiangxi suffered a drought, and the northern part was also the best year in a century. Along the way, only Huaibei suffered floods, sandstorms in western Henan destroyed crops, Shandong suffered insect plagues in the north, south and northwest, but the east was also a good year, Henan and Zhili were mostly good years. I just heard that the south of Shanxi was also hit by the typhoon. Occasionally saw a few victims ask, originally is also a good year, sorghum flower season, a strong wind, are blown flat. Even in the northern part of the Huaihe River, refugees were extremely rare. The local government provided food relief and asked the victims to weave reed mats for food. Shandong was almost eaten by locusts, but the east side was close to the sea, rich in fish and shrimp, and salt. From there, the slave thought of the lack of salt in Jiangxi and the high price of fish and shrimp in Nanjing. He consulted with the local authorities and bought them thirty thousand taels of silver for salt and one hundred and fifty thousand taels of frozen fish and shrimp. Even Huguang can benefit. In this way, the price of salt and vegetables on the slave's side is also equalized, and they also get the silver to help the disaster. Just listen to the master ordered me to take charge of hay and army pay, the slave thought, the wind disaster in southern Shanxi, but the crops do not grow seeds, straw used as feed. Military reed mats can also be bought from Huaibei. The common people will benefit, and the slave's job will be done well. Won't it be bright at both ends? "Very good!" Qianlong listened very carefully, his eyes shining, "I know you love the people, honest, is an honest official, now it seems that this test language can not be limited to you.". To be able to start from their own job, but focus on the world plan, love is not only the local people of the city, pay attention to the relief of victims in other provinces and cities, small accounts do not lose big account surplus, this is the true love of the people, with the style of ancient ministers! Since you have this metrical spirit, how can I not help you? Simply will Zhang guangsi all the military supplies as a whole to you. "You go down and write another note. That's what I said just now. I'll go down and listen to the Ministry's discussion." He paused for a moment and then said with a smile, "I thought you were crying for the people of Haining again." 。 omracking.com