During the peasant uprising, the words that Zhu Youjian was most reluctant to hear were different from those of the nomadic and fishing and hunting nations who did not accept the kingship of the Eastern Abduction and the Northern Tartars. These peasants who were unable to eat and had no way out were his people.

The farmers in China have the most diligent, hardworking and tolerant nature in the world. If they were not really desperate, Zhu Youjian believed that they would not have taken the path of rebellion.

The peasants in the Ming Dynasty were suffering. The government exploited the government, oppressed the gentry, and the murder of the minor officials was not over. God is not helping.

The late Ming Dynasty was the Little Ice Age, with various natural disasters such as drought, floods, and severe cold, which completely lost hope of life for the dying farmers who were already exploited by the gentry and minor officials of the government.

Both sides and vertical deaths are dead, and those who are brave will naturally learn from Chen Sheng and Wu Guang.

Thinking of this, Zhu Youjian calmed down and looked up at the ministers below.

Finally, his eyes fell on Bi Ziyan, the Minister of Revenue.

The cabinet's Tangbao naturally cannot match the speed of the Dongchang and Jinyiwei, so the ministers were attracted in a hurry and did not know the truth at this time.

But after seeing Zhu Youjian's cold face, the ministers knew that it would not be a good thing, so they all stood solemnly, waiting for Zhu Youjian to speak out.

"Bibutang, can the 300,000 taels of disaster relief money allocated to Shaanxi before? Can it be handled properly?"

Seeing Zhu Youjian asking about the disaster relief money with a stern face, Bi Ziyan felt a little calmer.

Because the 300,000 taels of disaster relief money was paid by the emperor's treasury, Bi Ziyan was afraid that the people below would not be serious and it would be difficult to pay the money at that time, so he personally supervised the allocation.

The 300,000 taels of silver were not much, but a penny was not much, and all of them were handed over to officials of the Shaanxi Provincial Administration and Envoy.

When Bi Ziyan saw Zhu Youjian ask about this, he let out a long sigh. Fortunately, he didn't listen to his subordinates' routine and glanced at him at that time, otherwise he would have been sitting on wax now.

"Return to Your Majesty, three days after the imperial meeting, all 300,000 taels of silver have been handed over to Shaanxi officials, and the Ministry of Revenue has all the accounts and books and detained."

Bi Ziyan asked himself that he had not done anything wrong, so he stepped forward and answered.

"Yeah, OK."

Zhu Youjian waved his hand at Bi Ziyan, signaling him to return to work, and then asked Liu Zongzhou.

"Liu Du Imperial Envoy, how are the ethics of Shaanxi officials?"

Without the Dongchang and Jinyiwei's prior communication, these civil servants didn't know what had happened. When they saw Zhu Youjian asking himself, Liu Zongzhou was also confused.

Moreover, he had just taken office as the Censorate, and many things had not been sorted out. He only had a brief look at the ethics of the officials in Shaanxi Road, but at this time, His Majesty asked, and had to bite the bullet and go forward to reply.

"Return to Your Majesty, I have just performed my duties and have not started Feng Xian's inspection yet. However, since I performed my duties, no censor has impeached Shaanxi Road officials. It must be acceptable. After I go back, I will start Feng Xian's inspection. What will happen in the end, I will definitely understand."

Liu Zongzhou is worthy of being a great master of Neo-Confucianism and speaks without any leakage.

Although Zhu Youjian was not very satisfied with his answer, he had indeed just performed his duties and could not be too strict.

"Well, I will explain what Feng Xian is doing to investigate separately later."

Zhu Youjian signaled Liu Zongzhou to return to the class, and then set his sights on the Shaanxi Road Supervisor Lu An, who was not qualified to participate in the imperial meeting.

Although the ministers still don’t know what happened, after Zhu Youjian’s two questions, it is known that it should be related to the disaster relief money in Shaanxi.

The officials who had nothing to do with this matter calmed down and stood aside and acted as a melon-eating crowd.

The only seventh-rank official in the hall probably knew what Zhu Youjian was angry about at this time, and he was like a sieve in the corner.

"Censor Lu, I ask yourself, how are the ethics of officials in Shaanxi Road?"

Since Lu An received the notice of going to the hall, he felt uneasy. Looking back on his political achievements since his election, he knew that nothing could be counted by the emperor.

But as for his bad deeds since he became an official, Lu An didn't think anything was wrong. At this time, officials were not greedy. Compared with his colleagues from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, he was still quite honest.

Of course, this is also because he inspected Shaanxi. Shaanxi was poor and naturally could not be as filial as the filial piety of officials in Jiangsu and Zhejiang.

But then Zhu Youjian asked about the disaster relief money in Shaanxi a few months ago, and Lu An immediately knew that this level was not easy.

The Shaanxi Provincial Administration Commission gave him 100,000 taels of silver for disaster relief. As for how officials at all levels in Shaanxi Road dealt with the remaining silver, it is unknown.

But judging from Zhu Youjian's expression at this time, the situation should not be very optimistic.

When Lu An saw Zhu Youjian asking himself, his brain turned rapidly a few times, then he made a fuss and stepped forward and knelt down and said.

"Your Majesty, I impeach Shaanxi Governor Zhao Baishi to embezzle disaster relief grain and silver!"

A word caused a thousand waves. Lu An, a seventh-rank official, successfully attracted the attention of a group of big shots in the court.

Zhu Youjian, who was sitting on the imperial throne, was shocked by the counterattack of this seventh-rank official.

Regarding the failure of officials from Shaanxi Road to provide disaster relief, Zhu Youjian originally wanted to use this little censor who was not effective in supervising to make the first move, first killing the chicken to warn the monkey, and then sending Dongchang, Jinyiwei, Dali Temple, the Ministry of Justice, and the Censorate to form a special task force to conduct a thorough investigation.

Unexpectedly, he was taken advantage of by others. Zhu Youjian didn't realize that he was secretly hiding in his heart. This civil servant of the Ming Dynasty was indeed a fuel-efficient lamp.

"oh?"

Zhu Youjian put away his surprise and looked at the censor's deathly struggle in a playful tone.

"Then you tell me."

When Lu An heard this, he was immediately stunned. He said, what did he say? How much did he say? Was he said everything? Or was he just talked about the affairs of the governor Zhao Baishi, or was he also talked about the yamen of the governor, and even those colleagues from the Censorate who might have received benefits should he say it?

Lu An was speechless for a moment, but Zhu Youjian was impatient when he waited. He coughed and scared Lu An so hard that he did not dare to delay any further.

Then he said that he was not good at all, and he also chose to talk about Zhao Baishi's corruption and disaster relief money.

But even if he was talking nonsense and speaking out, his impeachment of a governor in court was still shocked by these tycoons in court.

They dared not show off their anger, and pretended to be transparent.

Regarding the matter of officials from Shaanxi Road, Lu An would not impeach him sooner or later, but he would only impeach him after he mentioned this. Zhu Youjian knew that Lu An might not be clean, so he wanted to tease him.

"Well, what else?"

Zhu Youjian took a sip of tea and asked leisurely.

Seeing that Zhu Youjian's face was less anxious at this time, Lu An calmed down a little, but his tone sounded, but he didn't understand the meaning of this matter. Lu An had no idea for a moment and could only take one step at a time and take what he knew little by little to the outsider.

Then he told a lot about the affairs of the Shaanxi Provincial Government Office.

Zhu Youjian felt a little unhappy when he heard this. Although Lu An was a seventh-rank official, he was as cunning as a fox. The emperor asked in person, but he still felt lucky and vomited out little by little. It seemed that he could not cry until he saw the coffin.

In addition, the situation in Shaanxi was urgent, and a person would starve to death for a moment. Zhu Youjian had no time to have a puzzle with the bed bug, and then said.

"Well, okay, very good. The Censor Lu is really a good Censor of Shaanxi officials. It seems that he knows a lot about the accumulated traits of Shaanxi officials. Come and send the Censor Lu to Zhao Prison to talk about it."

When Lu An heard this, he immediately collapsed into a pile of mud.

The Jinyiwei Zhao Prison was a place where the officials of the Ming Dynasty changed their qualities. Although the situation was a little weaker during the Tianqi period, many officials have been transferred to it since the new emperor ascended the throne, and the reputation of the Jinyiwei Zhao Prison gradually became established.

"Reply to Your Majesty, I am guilty, I know that I am wrong, I say! I say! Your Majesty, please spare me, Your Majesty!."

Before Lu An could scream again, two Jinyiwei men stepped forward and dragged him out.
Chapter completed!