It’s time to celebrate the New Year, and tomorrow is the first day of the New Year, but the exact number has not yet come out. After today, even the Ministry of Revenue must take a break. After the New Year, it will be half a month later. How much effort will it take?

He was anxiously paced back and forth in the duty room of the Ministry of Revenue. The tea cups on the coffee table were already cold, but he seemed to be unaware of it.

In the north and south rooms, there were crackling sounds of abacus beads everywhere, and the sounds were endless. The clerical officials rushed through the desks, handing them over and over to the officials, and then checked them.

In the distance, the sound of firecrackers could be heard faintly, and it was almost time to eat the New Year’s Eve dinner.

Wang Wen'an, the chief clerk of the Ministry of Revenue, had a grimace and kept apologizing: "Mr. Li, it was the fault of the subordinate officials, and the subordinate officials' fault. The subordinate officials never expected that it had not been checked several times. The number deviation was too large, and there was no preparation in advance...

Li Dongyang pressed his hand: "It's not too late to make up for the dead, hey... I hope there will be no more omissions today. Today is the end of the year, thank you for your hard work."

After waiting for another half an hour, I watched the sky gradually getting dark. Next, it was time to have the New Year's Eve dinner.

Li Dongyang looked tired, but finally the officials who were sitting in the hall came hurriedly, holding a book with ink traces in his hand, and said in surprise: "Mr. Li, Mr. Li, calculated the number of houses in the north and south, and finally matched the number of different places, which can be ignored..."

"Oh..." Li Dongyang raised his eyebrows and took the book. He saw that the words "2754,627 taels of silver in the warehouse were recorded, and he roughly browsed it and took the books of the southern warehouse and compared them with each other. That's right, the number of the two warehouses was about the same, which shows that this time it was accurate.

He sighed: "Your Majesty has urged him to ask the surplus at the end of the year several times, which is related to many government orders after the New Year. Just at noon, the palace even came to ask..." He raised his eyes, looked at the sky outside, and frowned: "Is it inappropriate to report the number into the palace at this time? But..."

Li Dongyang knew too well this emperor. If he didn't report it to the palace today, he should wait until the New Year. With His Majesty's character, he would definitely be unable to sleep or eat.

He pondered for a moment: "I will enter the palace now, so I'll take advantage of this last opportunity to ask Your Majesty to take a look."

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The palace was already full of joy.

The eunuchs were already busy and were busy for the feast in the palace.

Empress Zhang and the princess have already gone to Wanshou Palace. She will sit with the Empress Dowager for a while. When it comes to auspicious times, the three generations of the royal family will gather together and gather together happily.

Zhu Houzhao had already entered the palace, so he was called by Emperor Hongzhi.

Emperor Hongzhi naturally would not give him any good face. Zhu Houzhao was particularly trembling today. After all, impulse is one thing, but after this impulse, he calmed down and felt that he might be over, so he smiled and looked at his father carefully.

Emperor Hongzhi is not in the mood to pay attention to Zhu Houzhao. The money and food expenses of the Ministry of Revenue this year have not been sent. If this is the case, it means that many of his ideas will not be realized in the next half month, and he is unsure.

All officials can rest, and all departments and yamen can be relaxed, but Emperor Hongzhi dared not stop. He always felt that he had too many things to do.

He seemed a little anxious. In the past, the Ministry of Revenue's account books should have been delivered a few days ago, but this year, something should have happened.

Thinking of this, I feel depressed.

Emperor Hongzhi raised his head in an instant and suddenly met Zhu Houzhao's eyes. His eyes met. Emperor Hongzhi realized the fear and anxiety in his son's eyes and the deliberate pleasing. Emperor Hongzhi frowned and said lightly: "Did you know you are wrong?"

"I know I'm wrong." Zhu Houzhao said honestly.

Emperor Hongzhi then said coldly: "Tell me, let me see."

"My son shouldn't be contradicting his father." Zhu Houzhao smiled and looked harmless: "My son...even if he knew that his father was wrong, he shouldn't be sure, nor should he..."

"Huh?" A cold light flashed through Emperor Hongzhi's eyes. He still refused to admit his mistakes. What does it mean to know that his father was wrong...

Emperor Hongzhi's hands were a little itchy. If it weren't for New Year's Eve, he would go to Wanshou Palace to reunite later. Emperor Hongzhi really wanted to beat this stupid son to death. He shook his head in his heart and said earnestly: "Fang Jifan is just coaxing you, don't you understand?"

"Old Fang...uh...Fang Jifan will not lie to his ministers." Zhu Houzhao smiled, like a turtle man who was picking up a guest, but he insisted on not letting go of his words.

Emperor Hongzhi felt that his patience had reached its limit: "Hmph, with so many numbers, can he calculate the Kung Fu in one day? Is he a god in heaven or a Wenqu star in heaven coming to earth? You, even if you trust someone, you must distinguish the original intention. I have only one son, and you will succeed the throne in the future. Of course, you must trust your ministers, but you must never..."

Speaking of this, an eunuch tiptoed in: "Your Majesty, Grand Secretary Li Dongyang is asking for a meeting."

Emperor Hongzhi's body shook.

Master Li knew about me. He thought that the money and food from the Ministry of Revenue had been calculated. So at this critical moment, he entered the palace without hesitation.

Emperor Hongzhi stretched his eyebrows: "Please come in."

After a moment, Li Dongyang met and he saluted Emperor Hongzhi: "I have been guilty of death, the Ministry of Revenue..."

Emperor Hongzhi held back: "It's hard for you. Today, I'm still in the Ministry of Revenue. Why has it been calculated?"

Li Dongyang held up the book he had prepared in both hands: "Please take a look at it."

The eunuch took it, turned his hand and placed it on the imperial desk. Emperor Hongzhi sat down, picked up the book and opened it.

Zhu Houzhao's eyes were shining: "Father...Father...you are logarithmic, logarithmic..."

Emperor Hongzhi seemed impatient. This stupid son was still unwilling to give up. He had been slandering with him and said so many reasons, but he was still the same. He couldn't help but be angry and blurted out: "Stop..."

I wanted to keep my mouth shut.

But then, Emperor Hongzhi's face changed.

This number looks familiar.

‘The silver was 2754,625 taels of silver in the treasury, and 790,000 jin of silk, 540 jin of silk...’

The number of this first line... Emperor Hongzhi had some impression because...

His eyes flashed and he couldn't help but say, "Come..."

The eunuch bowed: "I am here."

Emperor Hongzhi said lightly: "Where is that book of Fang Jifan?"

"I'll take it now."

In the warm chalet, it suddenly became weird.

Even Li Dongyang felt something strange.

Emperor Hongzhi was even more calm and said nothing.

Zhu Houzhao kept looking here, but Emperor Hongzhi was just stern, as if he was breathing still.

Not long after, the eunuchs took the book, and Emperor Hongzhi opened it, and the two books were spread evenly in front of the imperial case. Fang Jifan's book clearly stated, "Two, two,754,622 taels of silver in the treasury."

It is almost the same as the deposit silver calculated by the Ministry of Revenue, but the last bit of final number has changed slightly.

Emperor Hongzhi took a breath.

This guy...here's really forgetting it?

You should know that those accounts were as of the seventh day of the twelfth month. Fang Jifan could not get the accounts of the Ministry of Revenue in advance. Zhu Houzhao did go to the Ministry of Revenue to copy a copy, but within a few days, he sent the accounts of Fang Jifan to the imperial front.
Chapter completed!