Looking at the memorial of the Shandong Governor on the table, Chongzhen looked sad: "My dear friends, I have no other intention to come to you today. It is to think about it carefully between the king and the ministers, is there a way to avoid famines in various places."

The ministers looked at each other, what's wrong with Master Wansui? How is this possible? Don't let famines be everywhere? Have Master Wansui been confused by these business matters in recent days?

"This, Long Live, natural disasters and man-made disasters are actually a fixed number, and they are not something that humans can do."

"Yes, long live, this is the famine that no one wants to have. However, what the court should do the most is how to provide disaster relief."

Chongzhen sighed, his face full of vicissitudes: "Oh, I don't know. But since I ascended the throne, natural disasters and man-made disasters have never stopped. I often wonder if I became this emperor and caused resentment from heaven. God gave sins to me and the Ming Dynasty, which caused resentment from the people. But what sins did God punish me alone? Why bother to make things difficult for my 10,000 people?"

Chongzhen was really guilty of self-repair, and the ministers were so scared that they knelt down in a hurry: "Don't blame yourself, natural disasters have something to do with me. However, I am working hard day and night for the sake of the country, and the ones who deserve to be damned are the ministers."

Zhu Chunchen also knelt down, but he didn't say anything, as long as it was because of guilt. It seemed that Chongzhen's conversation was targeting him everywhere.

Only those who have a ghost in their hearts will think so. When Zhu Chunchen was governor of the Beijing camp, he made a lot of money. The money he earned from the empty salary of the three camps every year had already made his pockets full. Not to mention, he had two steel factories that supplied the military warfare bureau.

And the Lord Wansui seems a little strange today, always saying something irrelevant. Could it be that he is me, Zhu Chunchen?

Thinking of this, cold sweat emerged from Zhu Chunchen's forehead. Suddenly, Zhu Chunchen, who was blessed with his heart, crawled out: "Long live, I have something to do, I want to ask for it."

Chongzhen was stunned. He just wanted to find a few ministers to talk to, but there was no other meaning. As an emperor, he was so lonely. He wanted to open up his channels of conversation and perhaps he could get some useful information from his ministers.

Who knew that what Zhu Chunchen had done at this time? Chongzhen frowned slightly: "What's the matter? It's not too late to talk about it tomorrow when the court discusses it."

Zhu Chunchen determined that Chongzhen's small parliament was targeting him. Or it must be that the prince said hello to him, and he ignored it: "Long live your report, I am guilty."

Several ministers were even more surprised, and even Chongzhen was shocked: "Duke Chengguo, why are you guilty?"

"My, my..." What crime is there? Zhu Chunchen is really hard to say for a while, so he can tell the truth. He wiped his sweat: "I used to be ashamed of being the governor of the position of Rongzheng in the Jingying camp, but I didn't know that I had resigned and realized that the three camps had already suffered frequent problems, and the soldiers were lazy and the military was lax. I had something to do and I was willing to offer two million taels of silver to rectify the three camps. This is also the only thing that the criminals would never redeem."

Damn Zhu Chunchen, you bastard, you want to learn from Zhou Kui, the father-in-law.

The other ministers who followed each other complained. After talking for a long time, you, Zhu Chunchen, came to donate silver. You donated again. You are using us as a money house.

You acted as a good person in front of Master Long live, and suddenly ate two million taels. Don’t you think about where did you come from these two million taels of silver? If you check it, you can kill you.
Chapter completed!