In fact, Li Dawen is a good person. Moreover, he is sick.

Li Tiewen had impotence, which refers to a disease that is caused by external or internal injuries, which damages the essence and blood, and causes muscle tendons and veins to become unfertilized, resulting in limb atrophy, weakness, or even a long time of use, causing muscle atrophy or paralysis. Impotence means atrophy, which means withering, which refers to limb atrophy and muscle atrophy. All muscle atrophy in hands, feet or other parts of the body, and those who are weak and weak, and those who are relaxed but do not recover are all impotence. Because it often occurs in the lower limbs, it is also known as "imperfection".

To put it bluntly, it means it is because it is unable to move, and its legs cannot move. At this time, Li Daiwen locked himself in the cabinet, which was because he was asking for trouble.

But Zhu Cilang actually knew it. He deliberately pretended not to know, just to tossing you hard. Who told you to refuse to borrow money?

Chongzhen respected Li Zhiwen very much. When summoned, he asked him to sit and answer, and called him a counselor with the imperial edict. Zhuwen planned military rations for Chongzhen and did his best.

Working day and night, Li Daiwen was exhausted and had impotence and could not walk. He resigned 28 times before he was approved by Chongzhen. On the way home, he also wrote a memorial requesting that he be exempted from the Liao salary, which was called the three salary.

The memorial reads: "The court now needs money very tight, and I dare to ask for exemption. It is indeed an extra burden for the people to train wages, and it is really not good for the country. It has enriched the private pockets of corrupt officials outside, and the eunuchs who are greedy for money at home are regarded as a way to make money." Chongzhen read it and shed tears, but did not adopt it.

Why, Chongzhen didn't know. But there was nothing we could do. The court had no money and entered a vicious cycle. Chongzhen forced himself to collect it.

"Oh, it's noon, I'm really hungry." After saying that, Zhu Cilang finally got up and stretched.

Several officials from the Ministry of Revenue breathed a sigh of relief. Their young prince finally couldn't help but retreat.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Cixuan had no intention of leaving at all. He got up and walked around the yamen for a few times, then stopped in front of the file cabinet.

This scared the officials of the Ministry of Revenue to look like a slight look. Wu Luzhong hurriedly flicked forward and stood in front of Zhu Cixuan, smiling and said: "Well, the Crown Prince is tired, so why not go over and sit down and rest. Maybe Lord Li will come back later."

Zhu Cilang pushed him aside and looked at the files on the cabinet with great interest. It seemed that these boring files made him more interested than anything else: "I have been sitting there for a long time. Do you want to make my butt sore?"

Wu Luzhong was shocked, but he didn't dare to say anything, for fear of arousing Zhu Cilang's suspicion. This little prince was simply a little hooligan. Why did the Ministry of Revenue provoke such a thing?

Zhu Cilang was carrying his hands on his back and suddenly became furious again. He kicked the cabinet door hard: "What a broken cabinet? Why do you use this color of paint? What I hate the most is this kind of maroon."

The official from the Ministry of Revenue was shocked. One of the officials took a step forward and then retreated helplessly. Wu Luzhong winked at everyone and signaled not to act rashly. Maybe the prince was just a coincidence.

Unexpectedly, maybe because of the cabinet in his previous life that he had a grudge against Zhu Cixuan, he not only did not give up, but continued to kick the cabinet door one by one.

Li Weiwen, who was already frustrated in the cabinet, can be imagined. But Zhu Cixuan did not seem to give up. Finally, with a "bang", the cabinet door opened in response.

Then, everyone was shocked. Li Yiwen curled up in the cabinet and was already unconscious. As Zhu Cixuan kicked open the cabinet door, Li Yiwen slid out from inside.

"Mr. Li!" The officials of the Ministry of Revenue rushed forward, and everyone was furious. Some people looked at Zhu Cilang with angry eyes.

But because you are afraid that you are the prince, these officials dare not speak out.

Zhu Cilang himself was also stunned. He did not expect Li Tiewen to be so tolerant. And he felt a strong sense of guilt coming, and Zhu Cilang suddenly felt that he was so guilty!

Yes, this is a loyal minister. No matter what his starting point is, Zhu Cilang should not treat him like this. But now, regret is useless.

Zhu Cilang shouted: "Go and invite the imperial physician!"

Zhu Cilang was wrong, really wrong. He felt like a bastard, and at this time, Li Daiwen finally woke up quietly. He tried hard to reach out and pointed at several memorials on the table.

Zhu Cilang turned around, and an official from the Ministry of Revenue next to him picked up the memorials and handed them to Zhu Cilang silently.

Zhu Cixuan opened it and saw that it was full of memorials from prefectures in Shanxi and Henan. The memorials were similar. The victims in our county were covered with thousands of miles of land and the people were living in poverty. Every day, people would starve to death there, hundreds of thousands...

Li Weiwen, who was awakened, looked at Zhu Ciyang beside him and said the first sentence was: "Your Highness, the old minister is guilty. But, can your highness give these two million taels of silver evenly to the disasters in Shanxi and Henan, and the victims?"

Drought in Shanxi, locust plague in Henan, thousands of miles of naked land, and mourning in the fields...

What Zhu Cilang did may be right. Only by defending the capital can the Ming Dynasty stand firm. But what about the victims?

Who cares about the life and death of these victims? You Zhu Cilang is a person who does great things. You want to protect your Ming Dynasty. I, Li, don’t have the noble character as you, I, Li, don’t have the foresight of your prince, and I, Li, don’t have the overall situation of your prince.

I am just a small minister of the Ministry of Revenue. All I can do is to simply save these victims. These skinny, unclothed, live on grassroots and bark, and even have tragedies of cannibalism. I, Li Daiwen, want to save them, you are for your Ming Dynasty, and I am for my victims.

Even if I am hiding in this dark cabinet, even if I am kicked outside by you, even if I am embarrassed by my face. I just want to save those innocent victims and those innocent people.

Because those are the people of the Ming Dynasty!

Zhu Cilang's eyes were filled with tears. This was the most, most unforgivable thing he had ever done in his life. He felt that he was a sinner. Looking at the exhausted Li Weiwen, Zhu Cilang finally admitted his fault: "Mr. Li, I am wrong, it is because I am unable to hold on to you. Don't worry, no one can touch this money, and the victims! All of these two million taels of silver will be sent to the disaster area."

A happier smile finally appeared on Li Daiwen's face: "Don't, thank you, Your Highness, Old Minister, For the victims of Shanxi, He and Henan, For the help of the prince, for saving his life." After saying that, Li Daiwen fainted again.

"Imperial Doctor!" Zhu Cilang shouted at the top of his lungs again.

Are you Zhu Cilang smart? You are too self-righteous and arrogant. Why don’t you eat meat?

In the Ministry of Revenue, until I met Li Tiewen, Zhu Ciyang was taught the most important lesson in his life. This also made Zhu Ciyang truly understand that the Ming Dynasty you want to save is not that simple thing.
Chapter completed!