In the next few days, Li Shiming was busy with government affairs and did not go to the Han Family Residence. However, he could not forget Uncle Han.
However, something big happened in the Han Family Residence.
The uninvited guest had already barged into Han Qiu's courtyard.
More than 50 people dressed in the uniform of government laborers were holding buckets and scales for purchasing grain.
"The imperial edict is to collect grain. Every household will only leave a stone of grain. The rest of the grain will be stored in the warehouse!”
Han Qiu walked out of the thatched hut and looked at the bailiffs who had entered the courtyard to collect the grain.
"Only one stone of rations? Who made this rule? Each household pays two taxes for grain, and the maximum is eight and a half buckets of grain…How much grain do you want to collect?”
"There's no other way. This year is a year of famine. Go into the house and move the grain."
Han Qiu looked at the soldiers who had barged into the courtyard to collect the grain. They were like bandits.
"Are you soldiers of Chang 'an Grain Department?”
"That's right! Chang 'an Grain Department!"
Han Qiu nodded and didn't stop them. Since they wanted to die, even the heavens couldn't stop them. Today, they were snatching the food of death!
It was a year of great disaster, and everyone was very nervous. Many eyes were watching in Chang 'an. The Chang' an Grain Department did this, and in a few days, the court officials would know.
This was a crime against the wind.
"I advise you to put down the food in your hands and persuade your superior. Otherwise, you will lose your heads!”
As soon as Han Qiu finished speaking, a few officers had already arrived in front of Han Qiu."Old fellow, seeing that you are old, I won't put shackles on you. Otherwise, I will punish you with the death penalty of obstructing the grain collection!”
Han Qiu smiled and gently shook her head. She did not say anything else. The officers looked at Han Qiu's smile and had a bad feeling.
"You really won't cry until you see the coffin. Take him away! You must be punished!" An officer ordered Han Qiu to be escorted out of the courtyard.
"Good! I also want to go to Chang 'an Fortress!”
Han Qiu wanted to make a trip to Chang 'an. He wanted to point at the Right Prime Minister Du Ruhui's nose and ask him,""Did I teach you how to govern the country so that you can govern the country like this? Ah!"
"You've learned your skills and become the right prime minister of the empire. Is this how you allow the Chang 'an Grain Department to collect grain?”
……
Outside the Han Residence, the official in charge of escorting grain was unusually excited.
Grains were a lucrative job. After an autumn harvest, they could at least get four to five hundred dan of grain.
This year's famine had doubled the price of grain. If they were to be greedy, they would be able to earn enough in a year.
This official was called Zhangsun Qi, the nephew of Zhangsun Wuji. His uncle was the one who found him this position. After all, his uncle was the Minister of Personnel, who was in charge of the transfer of officials.
Today, when he came to the Han Family Residence to collect grain, he actually discovered that the Han Family Residence's grain warehouse had been sold out. This time, he caught a fat fish.
Just as Zhangsun Qi was getting excited, four or five bailiffs escorted an old man to him. One of the bailiffs said,"Milord, there was an old fellow who was so literal that he questioned the grain tax.”
Han Qiu looked at Zhang Sunqi, the Chief of the Food Department, and said calmly,""You're in big trouble!"
Han Qiu was calm and composed. He even wanted to see the fear of this small official. If he knew that the person he was imprisoning was Du Ruhui's teacher, what would his expression be like?
If it didn't work out, Han Qiu would take out the Heavenly Halberd of the Ghost God and kill everyone!
It was not a big deal!
Zhangsun Qi turned to look at Han Qiu. He did not take Han Qiu's words to heart at all. He was the Chief Secretary of the Food Department, an official of the imperial court, and he had Zhangsun Wuji behind him. How could there be a disaster?
"Take him away, take him away! Don't delay the harvest here!"
"Yes, sir!"
A group of bailiffs escorted an old man out of the Han Residence and locked him up in prison.
The bailiffs who collected the grain drove the horse carriages to transport the grain in large quantities in the Han Residence. Whoever dared to stop them was directly locked up.
The thatched cottage that Han Qiu used to live in was empty. The desk and chair were all over the place. Brush, ink, paper, and inkstone were scattered all over the ground. The ground was filled with the footprints left by the yamen runners. Those who violated the imperial edict and obstructed the collection of grain should be beheaded!
……
The residence of the Minister of Personnel, Zhangsun Wuji.
Zhangsun Wuji, who was given the position of disaster relief governor by the emperor, was very glorious.
In the third year of Zhenguan, Youzhou suffered from a severe drought, and the price of grain rose. Last year, Yiguan money could buy five stones of grain, but now Yiguan money in Youzhou could only buy two stones of grain.
The more disastrous the year, the more money merchants and officials could make.
Zhangsun Wuji was not a corrupt official, but he had a large family behind him. The Zhangsun family was still waiting for him to carry forward.
Therefore, sometimes, he also needed to point out a clear path for his disciples.
This wasn't greed, this was just paving the way for his disciples.
When Zhangsun Wuji was packing his luggage in the manor, a junior from the Zhangsun Clan came to visit Zhangsun Wuji and sent him off.
Among them were Zhangsun Youxiong, assistant minister of the Ministry of Revenue, Zhangsun Jun, history of Chang 'an granary, and others.
These people were all Zhangsun Wuji's nephews. Under Zhangsun Wuji's intentional paving, these nephews had already entered the imperial court as officials. As for the imperial examination, it was the way to advance from the Humble Class. The descendants of large clans did not need to take the imperial examination!
They were born to inherit high positions and titles.
These descendants of the Zhangsun Clan sent Zhangsun Wuji off with great fanfare. They were Empress Zhangsun's maiden family, the legitimate relatives of the Tang Emperor.
After Fang Xuanling arrived at Zhangsun Wuji's mansion and saw the grand send-off, he thought to himself,"" This Zhangsun Clan is indeed a big clan. It has a thriving population…"
Apart from being the Minister of Personnel, Zhangsun Wuji also bore the title of the Great Tang's Imperial Uncle's consort. His sister was Empress Zhangsun!
Just this relationship alone was enough to overwhelm most of the officials in the court.
When Zhangsun Wuji saw Fang Xuanling, he quickly came out to welcome him.
Fang Xuanling was the Prime Minister of the Empire, Li Shimin's right-hand man, and was good at making strategies and strategies. He was someone Zhangsun Wuji respected.
"Lord Zhangsun, I'm under His Majesty's orders to cooperate with you to mobilize the grain of the three provinces…The imperial edict is here!”
"Zhangsun Wuji accepts the decree!"
"Lord Fang, please enter the residence for a small chat…"
Zhangsun Wuji invited Fang Xuanling into the mansion, and the two of them discussed the matter of disaster relief in Youzhou.
After Fang Xuanling left, many of the younger generations of the Zhangsun Clan in the Zhangsun Manor felt their faces filled with boundless glory. The imperial edict had already been issued to the Zhangsun Manor. This was everyone's trump card. When they walked outside, no matter who they saw, they could hold their heads high and chest out!
After Zhangsun Wuji had settled the matters in the manor, he left Chang 'an by boat and headed to Yangzhou and other places to gather food and grass. He took the Grand Canal to relieve the people of Youzhou!
……
Not long after Fang Xuanling left, Zhangsun Qi, the chief historian of the Chang 'an Grain Department, came to visit the manor. Zhangsun Qi, who had just returned from collecting grain, was in high spirits. As soon as he returned to Chang' an, he came to bid farewell to his uncle. His filial piety was worthy of praise.
Zhangsun Wuji looked at Zhangsun Qi and instructed,""You are the chief historian of the Chang 'an Grain Department, so you must do your best to gather food and grass.”
"Uncle, don't worry. I won't dare to be careless. Even if I occasionally encounter a few ruffians, I'll be able to suppress them.”
Zhangsun Qi thought of the group of farmers that he had captured in the Han Family Residence. One of the old men had said something so terrifying that even the gods could not save him if his head fell to the ground. It was because of this that Zhangsun Qi went to Zhangsun Wuji's mansion to worship the True God after he returned to Chang 'an. When he saw Zhangsun Wuji, he immediately felt relieved.
They were just a group of farmers. They were not dragons that could overturn the river. They could not stir up any monstrous waves!
After comforting himself, Zhangsun Qi returned to the Chang 'an Grain Bureau. Before he returned to the office, Han Qiu and a group of farmers from the Han Family had already entered the Chang' an Grain Bureau.
Han Qiu did not expect that her first time in Chang 'an would be in such a way.
There was no Du Ruhui prostrating himself in worship, nor was there a palanquin carried by eight people. Instead, they entered the city in a grain transport cart…
Unlike the other farmers who were worried and afraid, Han Qiu was not afraid. Instead, he was a little excited because he had come to Chang 'an by car to watch the show. At the same time, he also wanted to see the heads of the officials of the Chang' an Grain Department...
Han Qiu wanted to let them see with their own eyes what it meant to not listen to the old man's words and suffer a loss in front of them!
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