Chapter 497: Raising Money

Three days later, the household department slowly handed over the number of inquiries to the emperor.

The emperor only glanced at it, and the next moment the fold was firmly hit on the head of the Tobe Shangshu.

"Okay, you are a household book, you dare to deceive me! If you don't want it, just tell me! ”

When everyone saw that the situation was wrong, they quickly knelt down and shouted long live, but this kneeling was not easy to think about again.

The emperor's anger soon reached the ears of the people, and the matter of embezzlement of silver by the household department also came out, and the most terrible thing was that the treasury was empty.

This is not a good sign.

Even women like Xu know what kind of consequences will be brought about if they let people know about the emptiness of the country's treasury, and the messenger doesn't know what kind of thoughts he has.

The emperor even thoroughly checked the people around him overnight, and sure enough, he asked him to find out a spy from an enemy country, cut off his head that night, and directly asked people to load their heads and send them back to his country.

As for the emptiness of the treasury, it was also covered up with the death of the spy.

This was followed by donations initiated by the emperor himself.

This donation is clearly for the victims, and even the queen has asked people to vigorously promote thrift in the palace, and a large number of clothes and other clothes have been sent to the homeless.

The beauties of the harem also had to follow suit, and everyone didn't clean up much, but together they were enough for the homeless people in a city.

Chu Hengyu took the lead in donating silver taels.

But later, there was no news.

Bai Susu stood in front of the donation box for a long time, and the officials who had recorded it for a long time couldn't help but ask, "Girl, do you want to donate?" ”

Passers-by glanced at her, smiled at the corners of their mouths, and turned to walk away quickly.

It's not that Bai Susu doesn't want to donate, but looking at the book with only Chu Hengyu's name in front of him, Bai Susu doesn't know how much to donate.

Donations have been underway for two full days, and this lonely name is really embarrassing.

In the box he was holding was the amount of donations given by Xu's, and Bai Susu donated them.

But even so, it is a drop in the bucket for this disaster relief.

Chu Hengyu asked Bai Susu to rest in the gazebo next to him, and drank a cup of herbal tea by the way.

"This is a donation initiated by the emperor, but no one has taken any action, it is really for nothing to take the emperor's silver for so many years." Bai Susu said indignantly, not at all, there were several officials' servants hiding next to him.

Chu Hengyu glanced over there, a peanut flicked over, and the servant fell to the ground unsteadily, looking at Chu Hengyu's appearance, he had to step forward and say hello.

"Your lord asked you to donate? Donate, the box is there. ”

The servant frowned and was reluctant in every possible way, but he could only go to the box and donate his few taels of silver, which was pitifully small compared to the number of the two in front of him.

The remaining few people were afraid of being found out by Chu Hengyu, so they hurriedly took advantage of the chaos to run away.

Another day passed, and it was still three names.

Originally, it was set up at the street corner to let officials donate money, so that the people could see that the officials of the dynasty were not thinking about the people, but they didn't want to be in such a situation.

The emperor felt ashamed when he heard the remarks of the people who came up from his subordinates, even if he ordered a few words in the morning, everyone still hobbed the knife and meat, you pushed me, I pushed you, and there was still no movement.

Bai Susu wandered around the street every day, and the main goal was to go to the pavilion to sit for a while, and he heard more people's remarks.

The proprietress of the breakfast stall looked at Bai Susu and pulled the person to her, pointed to the donation box and said, "See, it's been a few days, it's still just you and Lord Chu, oh yes, there is a servant of which family who donated a few taels of silver, which is not enough to stumble." ”

"Boss, aren't you going to donate some?"

The proprietress shook her head repeatedly.

"I can't go, it's the name of Lord Chu on it, and it was said at the time that officials should donate, do you see which of the three names in that book is not related to officials, or isn't your troupe also connected to the government? If I go, I have to let the people in other shops scold me to death. ”

The proprietress also wants to donate something, no matter how good or bad it is, but she can't do it.

Bai Susu walked around the street, and he could still see the children of officials who went in and out of various high-end places, and because of the recent grievances of the people against the imperial court, he heard about the black material of many officials.

At this time, Bai Susu's inspiration suddenly surged, and he wrote out the outline of the sketch and handed it to the actors in one day.

"Susu, haven't we become poking the backbone of those officials? Which line is this. ”

The actor looked at the book and shook his head again and again, Bai Susu didn't care about this, this was to support Chu Hengyu's career, she had to take the lead.

Urging the actors to rehearse intensively, Bai Susu moved the donation box to the door of his teahouse on the opening day.

Threatened that this was a donation box belonging to the people, unlike officials, no matter how much the people had, even if they donated a penny, Bai Susu would ask people to write their names with a pen on a banner that spared the teahouse five times.

Bai Susu himself took the lead, and the names of the people in the troupe were on the banner, just for that bit of vanity, and the people who passed by would also take out some silver, and in the future, whenever they passed by, they would pull the people around them to say where their names were written.

The popularity of the Hakuke teahouse suddenly became the first in Kyoto.

Chu Hengyu had to sigh that Bai Susu's mind could actually think of such a method.

The most important thing is that these people are not just ordinary people, but also many wealthy businessmen, who are no worse than the officials of the DPRK and China.

For the first time, they felt proud of the golden names that fluttered on the banners, as if the status of a merchant was no longer low.

The more enthusiastic the situation, the more resentful the coldness of the officials.

The more grievances the court received, the more angry the emperor became, and the greater the pressure on the officials.

Bai Susu saw that his goal had been achieved, and happily went to show off his merits to Chu Hengyu, but found that Chu Hengyu actually used his own method, anyone who donated more than 10,000 taels could write his name on the banner, and more than 100,000 taels would be written in golden ink, and this banner would be permanently preserved after the donation was over.

How dare the officials sit and watch now?

People's names have been put on banners, and their names don't even have the most ordinary places, isn't that a shame?

For a while, the wind of donations swept the whole of Kyoto, and even the clothes were donated a lot, and the emperor who watched it couldn't stop laughing all night.

With donations, disaster relief can begin in earnest.