Kneeling at the front were naturally the remaining few of the cabinet, and after they picked it up and looked at it, they silently passed it to the people behind them, and just like that, they passed it down one by one.

Suddenly, one of them muttered in a low voice: "These sluts will sell their reputation!" ”

At this time, there was almost no sound around except for the north wind howling and the war horses snorting. Therefore, although this muttering is small, many people still hear it.

Coincidentally, Hu Guang also heard it, and the temper he had suppressed before suddenly exploded: "Who is it?" Come out to me! ”

Quiet, very quiet, no one moved!

Hu Guang saw that his eyes were very cold, and he turned his head to look at Gao Shiyue, and the meaning was very clear.

Gao Shiyue can say that they see all directions and listen to all directions, so they naturally know who is speaking. Immediately, two chamberlains turned over and dismounted, walked quickly into the kneeling crowd, and dragged one out and pressed in front of the emperor's horse.

From the memory of Emperor Chongzhen, Hu Guang recognized this person as Xue Lian, Marquis of Yang Wu, who was about twenty years old, and his face was already pale at this time.

"Hehe, sell your reputation!" Hu Guang smiled, but there was no smile on his face, "Is there your name on the roster?" ”

"I didn't ...... No! Xue Lian seemed to be about to cry and stammered.

When Hu Guang heard this, he immediately shouted: "I have made a will, is it also a fame and reputation?" You're high-spirited, so you don't bother to donate, don't you? ”

"Your Majesty spare your life, Your Majesty spare your life!" The man knew that he was in trouble, and hurriedly begged for mercy.

Zhou Yanru knelt in front of him, bowed his head, and disdainful in his heart: "The emperor is angry, but he has no eyesight, he is really asking for his own death!" ”

The other Wenchen also almost had the same idea as him, and no one said anything, just silently lowered their heads. This kind of thing, even if you think so in your heart, you can't say it in front of the emperor!

At this time, Hu Guang would not spare him, and immediately issued an order: "Take away his title, raid his family, and the proceeds will be counted as his donation, and in addition, go to Yihong Courtyard to serve those who sell fame and reputation for ten years, and if you don't work hard, you will be castrated again!" ”

The emperor's words can make a home fall from the clouds to eighteen layers of hell in an instant. However, Hu Guang did not have a trace of guilt, a person like this became the Marquis of Daming, what a joke! Such a person, even Ji Nu is a hundred times better than him!

He didn't know that in the original history, this Xue Lian was beaten to death by Li Zicheng's army because he was famous for his violent nature, good at whipping civilians and plundering money. If he knew this, he would probably have emasculated it directly.

After dealing with Xue Lian, Hu Guang's anger was vented a little, and he waved his hand and said, "Let's be even!" ”

The refugees on the side of the soldiers of the Five Cities Terracotta Division all looked at this side curiously. Under normal circumstances, let alone the emperor, even an ordinary Ming official here, it is impossible for them to see it. Now that they saw that the emperor was reprimanding those high-ranking officials of the Ming Dynasty for them, they couldn't help but feel a little happy in their hearts, and at the same time, they were secretly grateful that they had met a good emperor.

Hu Guang didn't have a prompt from the air control system at this time, pointed to the refugees with one hand, and said to these people in a cold voice: "Qing and the others will go around and come back!" ”

At his command, the cabinet leader went that way. The first thing I saw was the corpse lying on the ground, there were more than 100 people, mostly old and weak, with frozen faces and longing for life.

No matter what dynasty it is, human life, at least in name, must be treated with solemnity. There was a murder, and it was a big deal. Now in front of the emperor, there are already more than 100 people who have died of hunger and cold, and this scene is very shocking.

The refugees who were still alive, dressed like beggars, and the gathering of thousands of people, was also very shocking. High-ranking officials and royal relatives walked among the refugees, forming a strange landscape.

When these officials walked around and returned to stand in front of Hu Guang, Hu Guang said in a cold voice: "A month ago, people began to die one after another, and there are more and more dead people every day. Or so many refugees are dying, and I have seen in the palace at most that I have taken it lightly in one sentence, right? ”

No one spoke, no one looked up, and one by one they bowed their heads and were trained.

"This is still in Jingshi City, but what about the refugees outside? Don't tell me that it's the worst here, right? ”

Hu Guang spoke, his eyes coldly looked at every official present, "The entire Liaodong has fallen, how many Ming people have suffered, can you think of it?" In addition to the military disaster, how are the victims of the drought in the north and the flood in the south properly resettled? I'm skeptical! I have to think, my people are already living in dire straits? ”

Hearing this, all the courtiers fell to their knees and responded in unison: "The courtiers are incompetent! ”

Hu Guang looked at each of them, took a deep breath, tried to calm down as much as possible, and then asked in a cold voice: "Say, how to settle these refugees?" Qing and other nobles are high-ranking officials of the Ming Dynasty, and the royal family is noble, are they not as good as the girls of Yihong Courtyard? ”

As soon as these people heard this, they understood that the emperor wanted them to donate money. At this moment, these people lowered their heads and looked at their colleagues left and right, but no one answered for a while.

In the end, everyone's eyes were focused on those kneeling in front of them.

The old minister of the cabinet had no choice but to speak first: "The minister is willing to donate forty taels of silver and ten stones of grain." ”

"The minister is also willing to donate thirty-nine taels of silver and ten stones of grain." Zhou Yanru, an assistant minister of the cabinet, followed behind.

The two of them spoke first, and the others followed. However, the number reported is decreasing in order.

Hu Guang listened expressionlessly, without saying a word, unable to see what he was thinking in his heart. After they all finished speaking, he said coldly: "Hehe, are they all generous!" ”

No one would think that the emperor was praising them, and when Cheng Jiming saw the donation list, he had expected that he would be dissatisfied with the emperor if he reported this amount, but he had already taken a countermeasure, and immediately said: "Your Majesty, if you don't want to do it, the minister will do your best." ”

Speaking of this, he raised his head and continued as if confidently: "My Ming official, the annual income of Zhengyipin is 1044 stones, and the official from Jiupin is only 60 stones, which is just on paper. The money issued by the imperial court is all folded, or converted with silk, cotton, pepper, sumac, etc., and the actual value is far less than the fixed price. ”

What he meant by this was that the salary was just that. This is not over, so I heard him continue to speak: "However, the number of officials of each yamen set by Taizu is now far from enough to deal with all kinds of miscellaneous matters, and they are all funded by ministers and other employees. The ministers have more out and less in and out, and there is little money left, but the amount of donations has been done their best, and the world can learn from it! ”

If it was Emperor Chongzhen, who had grown up in the palace since he was a child, he might be fooled by him. After all, what he said, officially, is true, and it sounds very reasonable.