Here, Zhu Youwen and Luo Shaowei hooked up and intended, intending to start a war against the imperial court, but Li Ji in Luoyang Capital didn't know about it.

But Li Ji knew that this apparent peace was only short-lived. The feudal town could do it at any time, but fortunately, with the money, the recruitment went quite smoothly.

It's not that Li Ji doesn't want to go out to wave, he thinks, and he wants to go out of the palace in his dreams to find Zhu Youneng, a loser, to fight cocks and roll the dice together. But the entire Tang Empire always has unfinished government affairs, one after another.

Daming Palace, including Yuan Palace.

Dugu Yuan, Cui Yuan and other courtiers waited with blank eyes.

Today is the day of the courtiers' fortunes,

I have money, and I have the confidence to speak. Li Ji felt that he was rough and hard. He simply threw away the dragon couch and stood up on his own.

Li Ji paced back and forth in front of the dragon couch, and when it was time to surging the house, he had to let the courtiers surging from time to time.

"I know that you have suffered with me!" The first sentence begins with an expression of condolences.

The courtiers below stretched their necks one by one, and the lengthening of their necks was not because of Li Ji's condolences. It's this Hanyuan Palace, the big black wooden box under the dragon table.

The box was large and heavy, and was carried in by a dozen guards during the court.

The difference in this morning is that there is a table next to the black wooden box, and a stool.

On the table was a stack of papers, a pen and an inkstone. There was a person sitting on the stool, Zhang Wenwei, the head of the household.

Li Ji didn't pay attention to the anticipation of the courtiers below: "Since the first emperor, I and the courtiers have become the puppets of those vassal kings. It was a precarious day, and I couldn't help but feel guilty every time I thought about those difficult years. I feel guilty for being sorry for you courtiers, and the court has done you a loss. Don't say it's a good fortune, I can't save your lives. ”

"Your Majesty!" The courtiers immediately surged up, and they knelt down in unison. Someone began to cry: "It's the old minister who is sorry for Your Majesty, it's the minister who failed to protect Your Majesty and protect the first emperor."

"The ministers are guilty!"

Then there was a cry, and after the howl, Li Ji continued his speech: "But today I will tell you! You don't have to grovel, you don't have to bear the burden of humiliation! As long as you are loyal to the Tang Dynasty and to me, I will not forget you. Since the first emperor moved the capital to Luoyang, the Aiqing people have lost their court. From today on, all the courtiers will be paid on time, and what the Tang Dynasty owes you, I will pay you back. Unboxing! Fortune! ”

The Dog Emperor, the fucking will buy people's hearts.

What's more, since Zhaozong was banned, these ministers haven't seen what Yulu looks like.

Yulu, it seems to be a matter of the previous life, is there still a Yulu when you are an official? I almost couldn't save my life.

These Yulu were originally withdrawn from the household department, but Li Ji deliberately asked people to carry the ministers' Yulu to this Hanyuan Hall in a wooden box.

Although these are what they deserve, now they are more like Li Ji's gifts.

Youwei was a dog-legged man with an axe, and when he went up, he split the lock of the wooden box.

Don't have a key? Of course, Li Ji deliberately did it in order to render this effect.

Then the box opened, and the retainers held their breath. Everyone stretched their necks like the fighting that Zhu Youneng was holding in his hand, and looked at the piles and strings of copper coins in the box.

A lot of copper coins, countless copper coins.

Li Ji walked over and picked up a string of copper coins, and no one felt that it was unseemly. The imperial historians all chose to remain silent, which was more like a group of bandits who had just finished robbing and sharing the spoils.

That's right, it's like a bandit dividing the spoils, and that's a fitting metaphor.

"Today, these are the gifts issued to you courtiers in Hanyuan Palace, as well as the officials of various ministries, the guards below, the servants of the yamen, the guards guarding the city gates, and the jailers of the heavenly prison, and I will not miss them."

"Long live Your Majesty!" The devil knows who shouted, and then there was another round of prostration.

Zhang Wenwei was expressionless from beginning to end, as if all this had nothing to do with him. As a household servant, this kind of cultivation is still there.

It was almost surging, Zhang Wenwei took the pen and the paperwork in his hand: "If you read your name, come and sign it, Kong Lin ......"

The ministers widened their eyes, and when they called their names, they couldn't wait to pinch their thighs seven hundred and eighty-one times, for fear that it would be a dream, and then excitedly stepped forward and wrote their names tremblingly with a pen.

Zhang Wenwei read out what he deserved, and reluctantly took out strings of copper coins from the box and divided them.

The courtiers who got the money were full of joy, looked up and down to see if it was not enough, looked at it for a while and put it back in his sleeve, and then took it out of his sleeve and looked at it again.

These courtiers who are full of wealth have not seen a penny for several years. If it weren't for some of his own property to survive, he would have been unable to open the pot a long time ago.

Today, although it is not much, it is enough to support the family. There was a look of excitement on everyone's faces, and even those imperial historians who had always been calm and dignified forgot about the recklessness of impeaching the Son of Heaven. They were more anxious and happier than anyone else, for fear that the copper coins in the box would be gone.

The copper ore of Huangling Mountain has been continuously transported to the capital, and the coal has been mined.

The coinage supervisor of Luoyang City is in full swing day and night to cast copper plates.

Wouldn't making so much money inflation? Li Ji minted less than a dime, and the coins of the late Tang Dynasty were already in short supply. In many places, because there was no copper money to trade, they had to barter, which greatly restricted economic development.

The Kaiyuan Tongbao minted by the imperial court greatly alleviated the tense situation of coins, although it was a war, the surrounding wealthy merchants began to gather in the capital.

As long as they eat the emperor's grain, they all have money.

Guangwangfu, Zhu Quanyu looked at the title deed of Xishan and wanted to cry without tears. I took the hundred hectares of fertile fields in Dongcheng in exchange for this barren mountain with no grass, and those 300 hectares were planted with things that the devil knows what the hell is by the loser, and the things planted are strangely shaped, don't expect to be satisfied.

As for the 700 households in the food town, don't even think about it, there have been wars for many years. The taxes were severe, the people became homeless, and the 700 households were only named, but in fact they were afraid that there were less than 200 households.

There are so many people up and down the Guangwang Mansion, how to solve the rations in the future is a problem, and it is really impossible to dismiss these family members, and the Guangwang Mansion really can't afford to support them.

Zhu You, a loser, is like a nobody, and it seems that all this has nothing to do with him. He carries a birdcage and has recently played with birds.

Zhu Quanyu sighed, forget it, this ruined mud can't support the wall. As long as he doesn't go out to cause trouble again, let him be a loser.

"Zhu Gongzi, Zhu Gongzi!" Fuquan walked in with a few guards.

Zhu Youneng carried the birdcage, followed by Wangcai and Laifu, and looked back: "Fuquan?"

Fuquan smiled all over his face: "Master Zhu, this is this year's land rent." You click and see, right. He waved his hand.

Four guards carried a box and placed it in the courtyard. Guangwang Zhu Quanyu also walked out of the courtyard when he heard the sound, and looked at the big box strangely.

The guards opened the box, and strings of copper coins were neatly arranged.

Zhu Quanyu was stunned, Zhu Youneng's eyes immediately straightened, and Fuquan took out a piece of paper: "Zhu Gongzi counts, if the number is correct, sign it here."

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