Chen Qiyu's face was so gloomy that he was so gloomy. With his cultivation, being able to force him to show such an expression in front of outsiders already shows that he was extremely angry!

In the capital, all officials gathered at the foot of the emperor, and the lifeline of the world was located, and only a mere '800 taels' was donated!

What an irony this is!

If it spreads, what would others think? Is these gentry stubborn and do not take him seriously as the prefect of Shuntian Prefecture or is he incompetent!

What is particularly important is that they could not even collect much donation from Shuntian Prefecture, so what hope does the "gentle tax payment" that the court attaches great importance to!

Chen Qiyu sat there, his face changing and his eyes were filled with cold light.

When Chen So-So heard that Chen Qiyu didn't say anything, he knew that he was angry. He was full of anger and said in a stern voice: "Sir, it's not just that. Some people asked the officials to exempt them from tax grain, saying, 'Everything is the same as before, you can donate an extra 100 taels'!"

Bang!

Chen Qiyu hit the table with a fierce punch, looked up at Chen Suwen coldly, and said, "Send an order to summon all the prefects of Northern Zhili and the magistrates to the capital. No matter what they are busy with, if they are not tomorrow at noon, they will prepare their luggage at home and will be able to return home immediately!"

When Chen heard that Chen Qiyu was so angry that he was about to speak, a yamen runner hurried in and said, "Sir, Wang Dianli assigned 300 taels to Zhao Yuanwai with the 'globe'."

Chen Suwen's face changed suddenly and he said to Chen Qiyu: "Sir, this king has just donated 300 taels!"

Chen Qiyu was extremely angry and laughed, sitting there trembling all over!

He was a Jinshi in the second year of Tianqi, and served as a transfer department chief, then the deputy envoy of Shaanxi and Xi, and later the left-ranking political officer, guarding Nanyang. It can be said that his resume was very rich, and he had seen a lot of dirty things in the officialdom, but today, he still opened his eyes!

He went out with his left hand and went in with his right hand. He was playing with a dignified and didn't care at all that he knew!

Chen So-heard knew that Chen Qiyu was very angry, and said, "Sir, it is not the time to pursue these matters. Since the emperor asked Shuntian Mansion to pay donations, if it was only eight hundred, not five hundred taels... Lord Chen would still be in prison now..."

A trace of ferociousness flashed across Chen Qiyu's face, suppressing the anger in his heart, and said, "What are you doing?"

Chen Suwen was also very angry, but he could tell the difference. He said: "The officials went to the Ministry of Revenue to see the list of donations. Among them, the most donations were from the merchants, followed by nobles, and then court officials. There were very few real gentry."

Chen Qiyu frowned. He was the prefect of Shuntian Prefecture. How could he not know the details of the businesses. He looked at him and said, "You mean, I want my official to go to those businesses to beg for alms?"

If you really do this, you will probably be hated by the emperor!

The emperor asked you to pay the donation, but you took it to the emperor. Isn’t this unhappy!

Chen Suwen shook his head and said, "My Lord misunderstood. This is not what the lower officials meant. Mr. Xia thought, it would be better to convene the great nobles and wealthy families in the capital in the name of the master, openly publicly, openly accept donations, and record them on the record."

Chen Qiyu shook his head after thinking for a moment, and said, "Not to mention that I don't have this ability, even if they are summoned, they won't care about these things."

When Chen heard this, his expression gradually became solemn.

Neither gentry nor nobles can be easily offended. The court can use extremely limited means against them and does not have enough deterrence to cut out silver from him.

The lobby fell silent, and the two of them hated the group of people while thinking about countermeasures.

After a while, Chen Suwen looked up and said, "Sir, I really can't do it, so I will pay off the owed food for the past years to make up for this donation!"

Chen Qiyu also shook his head and said, "If they find reasons but don't give them, we can't rob them. We must think of a safe way." He said this, but he remembered a sentence mentioned in the tax reform, "Whoever evades taxes and refuses to pay taxes will seize the past imperial edicts, and the imperial examination will be banned within three generations, and will not be allowed to go to politics and military affairs."

The reason why these gentry are "pride" is that their ancestors or now have "fame and fame" and can have many privileges. This is the lifeblood they rely on for survival. If they are forcibly deprived, they may be worse than death!

Once deprived, they are no different from ordinary people!

However, this is a double-edged sword. Once it moves, it will definitely be a situation that will be defeated by the death!

Chen Suwen could see that Chen Qiyu had an idea in his heart, but hesitated and tentatively said: "Sir, is there a way?"

Chen Qiyu stood up, took a deep breath, and said, "You can first summon officials from all over the country from Zhili to Beijing to discuss countermeasures. I will go around later to see if I can think of other solutions."

Chen Suwen knew it in his heart and raised his hand and said, "Yes."

Chen Qiyu left Shuntian Mansion, thought for a while, and walked towards Zhang Guoji Mansion.

Zhang Guoji lives a prosperous life now, with dividends from the Huimin Chamber of Commerce, he is at home leisure and has no worries about food and drink. In addition, Empress Dowager Zhang has a high status, so everyone respects him three points when they see him, which makes him more and more proud.

The two little maids rubbed their shoulders, and there were two women playing and singing in front. He shook his head and hummed and was so comfortable.

"Mr., the prefect of Shuntian Prefecture, Chen Qiyu is asking for a meeting." A servant came over and said in Zhang Guoji's ear.

Zhang Guoji was stunned and said, "What are he doing?"

He thought for a while, then waved his hand and said, "Go down, clean up, and invite him in." It's okay to be comfortable at home, but not to be seen by outsiders.

Chen Qiyu raised his hand to Zhang Guoji and said, "You have met Mr. Taikang." Chen Qiyu knew that this Mr. Taikang was actually incapable. He just needed arm strength to ascend to the throne back then, so he specially added a title to this person. Even so, his influence should not be underestimated. If he stood up to support the donation of Shuntian Prefecture, there would be many people and scenery.

Zhang Guoji sat on the chair, looking at Chen Qiyu with a faint expression and said, "Mr. Chen, don't know what happened to me, an idle mansion?" People like Zhang Guoji are far away from the court and have no connection at all.

Chen Qiyu calmed down and said straight to the point: "Mr. Master, I am here because I remembered that Master came forward and donated money to Shuntian Mansion and contributed to the work."

Zhang Guoji was stunned, and then he became more and more cold and said, "Why should I help you?"

Chen Qiyu naturally thought of a countermeasure and raised his hand and said, "Mr. Master, you are the most noble among the nobles. This donation is also the emperor's request. Master must have no reason to refuse. As the prefect of Shuntian Prefecture, the official can be considered as repaying his favor."

Reason, emotion, and these two things are often irresistible at this time.

Zhang Guoji looked at Chen Qiyu with a big belly and said for a while: "I can give you five thousand taels, but I will not show up."

Five thousand taels are also a lot, but Chen Qiyu didn't care about this, looked at Zhang Guoji and said, "What does this mean by Mr. Master?"

Zhang Guoji snorted coldly and said, "Today it is your Shuntian Mansion, tomorrow it is the Ministry of Works, the Ministry of Personnel, and the Cabinet. Should I be more purified in Taikang Mansion?"

Chen Qiyu frowned slightly. If Zhang Guoji did not come forward, no matter how much money he had, he would still have no effect. He thought about it in his heart and said, "Mr. Master, if you are willing to come forward, the subordinate can ask the emperor for a request. I believe the emperor will give him no stingy reward."

Zhang Guoji waved his hand with a calm face and said, "Send out the guests!"

Chen Qiyu wanted to say something else. Zhang Guoji had turned around and entered the inner room. Two servants came over and said, "Mr. Chen, please."

Chen Qiyu's expression moved, and he turned around and left Zhang Guoji's mansion with anger. After walking a few steps, he was still pondering.

"Sir, where are we going now?" the sedan chairwoman asked.

Chen Qiyu stopped and thought. Zhang Guoji's title was indeed noble, but in terms of influence, who can compare with British Duke Zhang Weixian?

"Go to the Duke of England." Chen Qiyu turned into a sedan chair.

But this time, he didn't even go in.

Zhang Weixian is now in a closed door, he has nothing to do, never goes out, and does not see any officials in the court and the country.

Chen Qiyu's expression changed again and again, and he decided to go to the Liu family, which is the mother's home of Concubine Liu.

Liu Hua went to Jiangxi, and Liu Dai greeted him very politely and generously donated 3,000 taels, and asked that he would not stand out.

After these three times, Chen Qiyu finally understood something.

It’s not that the atmosphere in the capital has changed. People all over the world have the feelings of serving the country and the people, and everything is still the same! The reason why the Ministry of Revenue can donate so much is because the emperor comes forward to stand behind it!

Without this level, let alone him, even Fu Changzong might not receive much!

Sitting in the sedan chair, Chen Qiyu closed his eyes tiredly, and after a long time he sighed softly, "How can such a big country rely on the emperor alone..."

Chen Qiyu returned to Shuntian Prefecture and discussed with Chen Suwen for a while. He could only pin his hopes on the prefects and magistrates who would come to Beijing tomorrow.
Chapter completed!