He hurriedly ran home and saw the two children walking staggeringly, and greeted them with a stumbled pace, keeping calling Dad.

At that time, Zhao Xing looked around and again: "Whose child ran out? He was so young and didn't look at him, aren't he afraid of being kidnapped by human traffickers?"

Then, behind him was a group of evil slaves and said to him with a proud look: "Brother, these are your children, don't you know them?"

Zhao Xing looked at the two children in surprise: "You, you mean, are these my children?"

In amazement, a little black child ran over and called him dad at Zhao Xing. OK, this made Zhao Xing startled, "Why, there is still a black person here?"

Before he finished speaking, his head was slapped hard: "What are you thinking?" Cui Yan's howling sound exploded in her ears.

Xiufen's silver bell-like giggles came: "This is the daughter of the Kunlun slave we just bought. We know this in Chinese, so we will call him dad whoever we see."

Zhao Xing finally breathed a sigh of relief and patted his little breasts: "It's okay, it's okay, I finally feel relieved."

A whistling wind sounded, and Zhao Xing felt a scorching pain on his butt. I held the godson stick in my hand and looked at him with an angry look: "You actually dare to think of my two good daughters-in-law wrongly, let's see if I won't beat you to death."

Zhao Xing ran away without saying a word, so the first scene of the family meeting was that my mother was carrying a stick and chasing the dignified second-rank adults of the court, running around in the yard, Cui Yan, holding a flower gun, always rushed out from the thorns and attacking him. The little puppy and a group of its children were barking and chasing him.

In all the employees and mothers in the yard, some hugged the two young ones and laughed, while others chased the old ones and kept admonishing them not to be tired. Then, behind the old lady, a team formed, including tea, towels, fans, umbrellas, dried fruit and snacks, and rubbing them on their shoulders at any time. It was so majestic and majestic.

Zhao Xing had to ask while running away: "Hurry up, prepare a sedan chair quickly and let my mother chase after it in a sedan chair. A group of evil slaves who were destined to be obedient, carrying a sedan chair and following behind, the whole yard was so messy.

While running, he was not careful and knocked over a person hard. The man rolled up and grabbed Zhao Xing: "My sir, you are back. Something big has happened in this house."

Zhao Xing frowned: "Isn't it? I ran away. If I don't run, I might die."

My mother stopped chasing and said panting: "I will continue to fight when you finish talking to Lord Yang."

"Mr. Yang? Who?"

The old man who was running with him pointed at his nose: "I, Yang Sichang."

After stopping, Zhao Xing looked at him in surprise, almost unable to recognize him, "You are Yang Sichang? How did you get this field?"

Yang Sichang, who was originally a majestic and had a literary and martial appearance, is now as thin as a dog. His face, which was originally red, is now blue-gray, with deep eye sockets and protruding cheekbones. His face was originally square, but now he is as thin as a dog's face. His beard, which was originally dry like a hairy grass.

Seeing these things, Yang Sichang stamped his feet: "Don't mention it. If something happened to the court, the country will perish. I'm just waiting for you to come back to put out the fire."

When Zhao Xing heard this, he was stunned: "What? Are those Donglin people going to rebel? There are really no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys dominate the king." This was a bit taboo, but Yang Sichang did not refute it, but smiled sadly: "This time Jiannu invaded again, spending a lot of money. At the same time, the emperor also saw that western Liaoning needed to strengthen, but also to strengthen the north, so there was an additional budget for the military expenditure, but where did this area need to be paid? There was no budget, so I asked for open source."

Zhao Xing immediately became alert. This kid was his proposal to increase Liao salary in history, and it completely ruined the Ming Dynasty.

"Didn't you propose to increase the Liao salary?" Although Zhao Xing asked uncertainly, he was basically sure.

Yang Sichang shook his hand innocently: "No, it was proposed by Wen Ti Ren, and I firmly oppose it."

"You really object?"

Yang Sichang felt a little guilty: "I really objected. But-"

Zhao Xing nodded: "You are still cognizable. OK, even if you object, just say but."

"But, I mean that military expenditure cannot be reduced. If you don't have any resources, you need to reduce expenditure. So I proposed to reduce the salary of officials and reduce the salary of officials back to its original scale. In this way, the surplus of five million a year can be made, everything - what are you going to beat me?"

Zhao Xing yelled angrily: "I beat you, I want to kill you." After that, he yelled: "Where is my knife, bring my knife, I want to kill this bastard."

This is the obvious bluff, because the knife is right around his waist.

"I also know that it is easy to add benefits, but it is difficult to reduce them."

"Is this a matter of reducing the difficulty? This is an offending thing, especially an offending official in the world who should not be offended. You are seeking death, do you know? This is more terrifying than the Liao salary you proposed in history."

"Have I mentioned Liao salary? Forget it, the key now is that no one agrees with the reduction of officials' salaries, including the emperor."

"What you said is true. If someone supports you, there will be a ghost. Of course, the emperor cannot agree, because the salary increase of officials has just been implemented, the first one shows the emperor's kindness, and the second one is that the corruption has been significantly reduced, and the officials and the people below have also decreased. Our emperor loves the people, and what he most wants to see is this. As a result, you make this happen for him and let the situation return to the original state. If the emperor agrees with your point of view, it would be strange."

"But the salaries of officials cannot be reduced. Whether in western Liaoning or northern Liaoning, huge military expenditure is required. Where do you pay this amount of money?" Yang Sichang asked with confidence.

Zhao Xing looked at him in surprise.

"What are you doing when you look at me like this?"

"You are the Minister of Revenue. It is your responsibility to manage finances for the country. Why did you ask me about it? I am in charge of anti-corruption and arresting people, and this is not my responsibility."

As a result, Yang Sichang suddenly sneered. Zhao Xing was so angry that he laughed. "Why are you laughing at?"

"I came here today, because we are both the same party, and came to inform you, "Well, the emperor agreed not to increase the Liao salary, but in order to suppress the Donglin Party members, the emperor said that Zhao Xing would have a solution and wait for you to come back to talk about this."

Zhao Xing pointed at his nose in even more surprise: "Why did the things you have taken on me? I have a way, what can I do?"

Yang Sichang walked out and bowed and said, "I'm just here to inform you to make you prepare. As for what you have, the emperor said, he doesn't care, let alone me. Goodbye, please be blessed." Then, before Zhao Xing could react, he ran away in a flash.
Chapter completed!