Murong Hao looked down and could only see the hair crown worn by the city lord, and the only eye-catching thing was that the hair crown was inlaid with a sapphire. This sapphire is not cheap, Luoyang City is so big, there is not necessarily this kind of gem for sale.

He narrowed his eyes, pretended not to see, and said calmly, "Get up." ”

Murong Hao didn't tell him that he didn't have to salute like this outside, nor did he let Nan Jiawei change his mouth and call him the emperor, so Nan Jiawei was really worried, and he paid attention to etiquette everywhere, for fear that the emperor would be unhappy and cut off his head.

He was able to sit in this position because he was cultivated by a minister in the court, but the ministers at that time are no longer in the court.

tremblingly, he personally took the emperor to the dining hall, and a cursory look at the number of dishes covered with lids on the table knew that there were at least more than 20 dishes.

Murong Hao raised his eyebrows inadvertently, knowing that there were tens of thousands of victims in the city, and he dared to put so many dishes up, although he was afraid that he would not be able to entertain him, but this battle really didn't make him feel comfortable.

After Nan Jiawei invited the emperor to take a seat, he stood not far from him and asked those delicate maidservants to step forward one by one to lift the lids, and he carefully looked at his face to introduce these dishes to the emperor.

Most of them are Luoyang's dishes, and Nan Jiawei said with flattery: "Because Weichen doesn't know the emperor's taste, he got some." ”

Thirty-three brocade guards, fifteen remained in the wings. Fifteen followed Murong Hao outside the door of the dining hall, and the remaining one followed Murong Hao's side.

Every dish of Murong Hao has been tested by him, and the dishes and chopsticks he has bought have also been cleaned by him, this strictness made Nan Jiawei on the side secretly wipe his sweat, fortunately he didn't eat the ambitious leopard and dared to harm the emperor, otherwise if something happened to the emperor, he would have survived.

Murong Hao was really a little hungry, he moved his chopsticks and tasted a lot of dishes, some dishes were really not eaten in the palace, Nan Jiawei saw that the emperor had made chopsticks a lot of times, and he was relieved, and it was a big thing to make the emperor happy!

Nan Jiawei's expression just stretched out a little, this Murong Hao also ate about the same, and when he was full, it was time to count it.

He glanced sideways at Na Nan Jiawei, who was still enjoying himself, and first said without hearing his emotions: "You have a lot of research on eating." ”

When Nan Jiawei heard this, he didn't see anything wrong in his heart, so he hurriedly raised a smile and said: "The emperor's words are serious, they are all some small hobbies and hobbies of Weichen. ”

Murong Hao looked at Nan Jiawei's protruding abdomen, and he was so round that he didn't know how much he had eaten, just like he was four or five months pregnant.

Nan Jiawei looked down at his stomach, inhaled hard, and finished washing...... It didn't work.

Murong Hao asked: "What is the situation of the victims in the city now, how many people are there, how are the things about food and resettlement?" ”

When it comes to business, Nan Jiawei doesn't dare to say truthfully: "Back to the emperor, there are about 18,000 victims in the city now, except for Zhuang Dingla to clean up the disaster area and prepare for reconstruction, there are more than 12,000 remaining victims in the city." Porridge is given twice a day, one bowl per person, and a steamed bun. In terms of resettlement, due to the large number of victims, a place has not yet been found. They all temporarily lived in the open space that had been built for them to shelter from the rain. ”

The coldness in Murong Hao's eyes dissipated a little, at least this timid city lord didn't lie to him, if he lied, he didn't mind punishing the other party well.

Nan Jiawei said it truthfully, he didn't dare to expose his superiors, because there were people above him, and if he was involved, he was the lord of Luoyang City, and sooner or later he would be killed by those who were eyeing him and preparing to replace him. But he didn't dare to take it down, more than 10,000 people were about to eat porridge and steamed buns every day!

Murong Hao asked: "It's not bad to let the uninjured and capable victims go to rebuild together, but if you are given two bowls of porridge and a steamed bun every day, can you eat enough?" ”

Nan Jiawei didn't say anything, knelt down first, although the emperor said this sentence in a light and slightly questioning tone, but this was obviously asking for guilt!

He said very sincerely: "The emperor is angry, mainly because there are too many people, and after so many days, the grain depot has been in a hurry repeatedly, so I have to save some ......."

"With so much money allocated to you from above, it can't last you for seven or eight days?"

Seven or eight days have passed since the flood occurred and he ordered the nearest unaffected towns to accept the victims, and the silver taels had already been in place, and the funds were allocated according to the number of people reported by each city.

After suffering this Nan Jiawei, he was already roaring in his heart, 10,000 taels of silver? Your Majesty, you can't lie to me! 10,000 taels for one person...... It seems to be enough...... But not 10,000 but 18,000! The 6,000 people who went to work must not have eaten porridge! That's all white flowers!

So the remaining more than 10,000 old, weak, sick and disabled people can only open their mouths to eat! What's even more serious is that these people are seriously ill, and he has to occasionally go out with some silver and two subsidized medical centers.

For the same expense, the money flowed away like water! He didn't even dare to look at it.

Nan Jiawei hung his head, the bitterness on his face was hidden, and he could only answer tactfully: "Your Majesty, this is because these victims ate a lot at the beginning, so the expenses are ...... More than a lot. ”

Murong Hao's face was not good: "Then you once asked the people in the original city to donate, where did that money go!" ”

Nan Jiawei is about to sit on the ground with a pop, how can the emperor know? Could it be that there are already rumors outside!

His silence made Murong Hao very impatient, "How much money do you put out of the mouths of the victims of this disaster, I want to see this money the next day!" ”

After Murong Hao finished speaking, he got up with a cold face and prepared to leave.

Nan Jiawei panicked, he didn't swallow the silver at all, how to spit it out! Do you want to take out his old book and make up for it? But doesn't this supplement confirm his reputation for corruption? Then he's coming to an end! Will the emperor let him go?

When Nan Jiawei was fighting between the two sides in his mind, Murong Hao walked to the door and stopped without looking back and said, "Even the life-saving money of the victims dares to be greedy, and your head wants to move." ”

Life and death are imminent, and Nan Jiawei can't control anything. Since he became the lord of the city, he can get some oil and water, but he has to honor the people above him every year. Think about him, a city lord of Luoyang City, and some of his subordinates are nine-grade sesame officials, but they can't do anything. Now he's almost dead, and he doesn't want to die yet!

Nan Jiawei thought about a lot of things in a short moment, he only knew that he didn't want to die! With a strong thought of his voice, he fell to his knees and crawled forward. The speed was as fast as walking, and he immediately arrived in front of Murong Hao.

He wanted to hug the emperor, but was glared at by the brocade guards beside the emperor, and suddenly his back stiffened and he didn't dare to move, but cried: "Your Majesty, the little one really didn't greed for those silvers!" There is an account book, every account recorded in the silver, and the small one immediately brings the account book to the emperor to see! ”

"Don't you all like to keep fake ledgers for me to see?" Murong Hao was finally willing to look sideways at Nan Jiawei who was kneeling on the ground.

Nan Jiawei felt a chill in his heart, this time he really didn't make a fake account. The emperor didn't believe it, he used to make fake accounts just to escape some taxes!

"Your Majesty! The small ones are really not corrupt, and more than 18,000 victims have to eat every day! A few days ago, it rained continuously, and some victims died, and the younger ones not only had to buy dry clothes for them, but also asked the doctor to buy medicinal herbs. Then rebuild those disaster areas, which all cost money to buy materials and hire people, and no workers are free to build houses for the victims, and these workers also have to earn money to eat. The above gave 10,000 taels to the small ones, and the people in the city donated only 5,000 taels, and the poorer ones did not dare to force them to give money. If the conditions are better, you will be given a copper plate, and only one copper plate, Your Majesty! It was all thanks to the success of those prestigious families, and finally raised 5,000 taels. ”

Nan Jiawei said it very sadly, but it sounded like the truth.

Murong Hao learned from his subordinates that after receiving the appropriation from the imperial court, this Nan Jiawei dared to let the hundreds of people in the city spend so much money, and with so much silver, he still couldn't eat enough for the victims! Should I kill or not?

Now that he listened to Nan Jiawei pondering this, he also agreed that 10,000 taels was not enough. It's just that he allocated 10 million taels! When did it become 10,000?

Murong Hao had a straight face, and stared at Nan Jiawei at his feet angrily: "You dare to say that 10 million taels is 10,000 taels!" ”

Due to the relatively large area of Luoyang City and the large number of people, Murong Hao allocated 10 million taels of the 90 million taels directly from the 10 million taels sent by 10 million to Luoyang City at that time.

This 10 million taels is enough for these victims to be fed, clothed, and rebuild their homes! After the house was built, each family would be given money so that they could survive the end of the year, after all, the flood had washed away their homes and destroyed all the crops they had planted. There are also warm clothes and the like...... He's thought about it all.

Some time ago, he got rid of the minions that the Maitreya Sect had planted among the officials, even if he wanted to be greedy, that official dared to eat 10 million taels for 9.19 million taels? Spit out 10,000 taels left? Murong never believed that anyone would dare to do this!

He was very angry, but Nan Jiawei was directly relieved, who could tell him that the 10,000 taels that fell into his hands in the end should actually be 10 million taels?

How could this happen, that boss would dare to do this? It's all deadly!

So Nan Jiawei wondered if the emperor was excited and said it wrong. Murong Hao felt that Nan Jiawei was really bold and dared to fool him.

Nan Jiawei didn't care about wailing, raised his head rudely and asked, "Your Majesty, did you say something wrong?" Do you mean that the court gave down a million taels? ”

It is also very serious to be able to be greedy for 1 million taels into 10,000 taels! What the hell is the adult who wants to fix him like this? I gave 10,000 taels directly, oh my God, how terrible the shrinkage is!

Murong Hao moved, he really wanted to kick this person to death, even these Luoyang City Lords who were far away from the capital dared to doubt him? He endured it, the hand under his sleeve clenched and loosened, and still said with a ruthless energy: "One! Thousand! Ten thousand! Two! ”

It was almost a word that popped out of his mouth.