Although it will be bad, Li Shimin was happily interested, but Zhao Xing, the head of the household, still said it.

Li Shimin's hand clenched slightly, he looked at Zhao Xing who was kneeling on the ground, and reached out to help him up.

"Aiqing, please get up, hurry up and tell me about the matter."

Zhao Xing thanked Li Shimin gratefully, and he said directly: "Back to the saint, I can't hide it, this matter is also related to salt!" ”

"Salt-related?"

Zhao Xing raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead: "Recently, there seems to be some discrepancies in the output of raw salt ore reported by Weichen in verifying Longyou!" ”

"Aiqing, do you mean that someone has tampered with the salt ledger?" Li Shimin's hand grasped more tightly, and his thoughts stirred.

Zhao Xing, the head of the household, hesitated slightly, feeling a little empty in his heart.

He still said it, knelt down and pleaded guilty to Li Shimin: "Weichen was derelict in his duties, and it was only tonight that the minister found out the clues after checking the accounts reported by Zhao Ce of the Supervision Department and the accounts reported by Gao Yisheng of the Inventory Division. ”

When he noticed the difference, Wechen hurriedly checked the accounts that had been routinely submitted to the household department every month.

Li Shimin already had a guess in his heart, but he still asked, "What did you find?" ”

"There are also inaccuracies in the previous accounts!" Zhao Xing's posture became more and more respectful, and he didn't realize that it was his major dereliction of duty before, "Please also ask the emperor to punish the crime!" ”

Li Shimin's eyes changed, but he asked Zhao Xing again: "Where are those two accounts?" ”

Zhao Xing hurriedly took it out of his sleeve and presented it to Li Shimin, who opened the account and directly saw the differences outlined with a red pen.

In January, Gan produced 49 8 buckets and 9 coins of salt per day, Li Shimin saw that this was the account book kept by Zhao Ce of the Supervision Department, and he saw the account of Si Gao Yisheng: In January Gan, the daily salt output was 39 8 buckets and 9 coins.

It's a difference of ten hundred!

Li Shimin compared the accounts of other days, but he never found a difference.

The accounts presented to Li Shimin were specially selected by Zhao Xing, and the production of salt was a major event, related to the rise and fall of a dynasty, and no matter which dynasty it was, it was extremely important.

Therefore, everything from the identity of the salt producers to the amount of raw salt ore mined each day must be recorded, and a copy of all the account books needs to be sent to the household department for final verification every month.

In the face of the account books sent by different officials, several large books can be written in just one month, so the household department has to invest a lot of manpower and material resources just to check the account books.

There is only one difference that can be found from such a large amount of data, and Zhao Xing is desperate to do it.

Li Shimin also understood this, so he did not blame Zhao Xing.

"How many months have it been like this?" Li Shimin sat back in his chair, his eyes flickering, thinking about something.

"It's been more than half a year."

"Half a year?" Li Shimin thought in his heart, he secretly thought, is that when I just ascended the throne?

Everything seems too coincidental, was it an accident? Or did someone do it on purpose?

To be able to sit in this position, what Li Shimin has never lacked is a sense of crisis, and a glimpse into something deeper from the appearance of the incident.

"Sixty?" Li Shimin muttered to himself, it was enough to feed the army of tens of thousands of people for half a month.

Li Shimin sat on the chair, slowly closed his eyes, his fingers kept tapping on the table, and after a long time, he suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were bright.

"Zhang Aiqing, don't make a noise about this matter!" Li Shimin history instructed, "You just have to follow as usual, do you understand?" ”

Li Shimin's eyes were deep, a little more cold, and he looked at Zhao Xing, the head of the household.

Zhao Xing's heart was shocked, and his heart was already horrified, this kind of look made him feel cold. The last time he saw this kind of look, it was still King Qin in front of him, and he didn't hesitate to wave the butcher's knife at his brother and younger brother.

That day was the day when the Xuanwumen Incident ended!

"If the Holy One has nothing else to tell the minister, the minister will retire." Zhao Xing asked Li Shimin.

Li Shimin waved his hand and motioned for him to step back, but just as he was about to step out of the Manna Palace, Li Er seemed to say unconsciously: "If I am not mistaken, then Zhao Ce of the Supervision Department is one of your nephews, right?" ”

Cold sweat, unstoppable cold sweat brushed down, this sentence almost scared Zhao Xing's courage!

Zhao Xing's old eyes rolled, and he immediately trembled and knelt down again: "Holy Lord!" Zhao Ce is indeed a distant nephew of Lao Chen, but he can achieve the position of the Supervision Department only by relying on the support of the Holy Lord and his hard work, and Wei Chen does not ......"

"Alright, alright!" Li Shimin said nonchalantly, "I don't suspect that you helped him, and I don't think you deliberately concealed the difference in the salt account, go down." ”

"Yes!" Zhao Xing's legs and stomach trembled, and he retreated.

Soon after he left, Li Shimin instructed Wang Sheng: "Call Di Qing to me." ”

After doing all this, Li Shimin gulped down the white fungus lotus seed soup that Empress Changsun gave him, and looked into the distance with a dangerous light in his eyes.

"There are even rats hidden in the court! This time I'm going to see how you can hide......"

……

After yesterday's call from the old man under the locust tree, coupled with Li Chengqian's sincere invitation to help, Ye Huan thought about it all night, and the confusion in his heart gradually faded.

He made clear his purpose in this world: first, to find a way to leave here and return to the present world, and second, to survive in the Tang Dynasty before finding a way to leave here, according to what his elders taught him: Mixed up like a dog! Don't be bullied! Third, before Li Chengqian ascends the throne, change this poor and backward world.

This means that Ye Huan must change a history, that is, let Li Chengqian succeed to the throne smoothly.

In history, Li Shimin succeeded to the throne by Li Zhi, and Ye Huan has not changed history, no matter what Li Zhi is, it must be Li Chengqian who ascends the throne!

At least Li Chengqian regarded him as a brother, and told him what he had done with his heart, what are you Li Zhi? Now it's just a cell in Li Er's body!

However, Ye Huan, who had ambitions in his heart, encountered the first difficulty before the grand plan was unfolded.

He looked at the breakfast in front of him, and there was a violent churning in his stomach, and he had not digested it last night, and it rushed straight to his throat.

Ye Huan stirred in the bowl with chopsticks, he could see how many rice grains were in the bowl! What is it? Gruel? Or Shimizu? You're going to let me eat this for breakfast?

"It's good that there are nests to eat." Ye Huan picked up a Ken and almost knocked out his teeth!

It's cold and hard, and it hurts in my throat!

On the other hand, Cheng Chuhei on the side, grabbed one with his left hand and one with his right hand, which can really be described as up and down, and he ate with relish!

"Hmm...... Righteousness ...... Why don't you eat it? "The movement of Cheng Chuhei eating is like a pig eating food," my father ...... I'm afraid you're not enough...... Meals for you...... You don't want me to eat it all! ”

Ye Huan rolled his eyes, as a foodie in the present world, his taste is not picky.

"Forget it, let's get used to it." Ye Huan thought of those hungry people, they wanted to eat a nest head but couldn't eat, and in the end he still picked up a stomach that was churning and swallowed it.

Vomit!

Before noon, Ye Huan vomited out the morning's food, his stomach refusing to digest something like a stone.

In the past few days, except for the meal when Cheng Yanjin gave them the wind, Ye Huan has never eaten anything again, and he is about to be anemic!

Feeling that his body was getting worse and worse, Ye Huan thought that he had to get some food by himself.

"In my opinion, those gang leaders in the barracks should be pulled and cut down!" Ye Huan said weakly, "I don't even want to eat the things that come out of such good pasta and throw them to the dogs!" ”

After being stunned for a moment, Ye Huan realized that it was wrong to scold like this.

"What a food!" Ye Huan scolded secretly, "It seems that before making a big show, let's solve the problem of eating first!" ”