Shuntian Prefecture Yamen.

Wang Tingmei, the prefect of Shuntian Prefecture, had just sat down on a chair when he saw a group of people walking towards the door.

Although the capital was filled with dignitaries, it was still rare for someone to enter without notifying the emperor.

Wang Tingmei was a third-rank official after all, and he had been very busy with official duties recently and was in a very bad mood. Seeing this, he was immediately furious.

"Bang!" He picked up the gavel and slammed it on the table, angrily scolding the yamen runners on both sides: "Are you all blind? Huh?"

"This is Shuntian Prefecture Government Office! Isn't this a big market? Can't you see them rushing in?"

"Why don't you stop them?"

The yamen runners on both sides suddenly became energized, raised the water and fire sticks in their hands, and rushed out of the door.

After these people rushed out of the door, they were stunned at first, and then they knelt down and saluted one after another, mumbling something, but it was unclear what they said.

Wang Tingmei took a closer look and hurriedly stood up to greet him: "It turns out that it is Minister Fan who has come..."

"Hmm? Meet Minister Qiu... Minister Fang!"

Wang Tingmei had a bad feeling, but when he continued to look back, his smiling face suddenly became very stiff.

"Commander Li... Admiral Wang... is here too, please... I hope you are well."

Three ministers, plus the commander of the Embroidered Uniform Guard and the governor of the Eastern Depot.

Could anything good come of them arriving at Shuntian Prefecture Government Office at the same time?

At that moment.

Wang Tingmei thought about all the bad things she had done in her life.

But I racked my brains and couldn't figure out what serious crime I had committed...

I stood there for a moment, at a loss as to what to do.

Fan Jingwen was the oldest. He patted Wang Tingmei on the shoulder and said, "Don't just stand there, Wang Fuyin. Quickly find some seats for the adults."

"Yes...yes!" Wang Tingmei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and ordered the servants to bring a few chairs.

After everyone sat down, Wang Zhixin said impatiently, "Prefect Wang, fill out this form."

surface?

Wang Tingmei was stunned and then took a piece of paper from Wang Zhixin.

There were seven big words written on the paper: Officials' Property Registration Form.

"This is?"

"Your Majesty has ordered that in order to punish corruption, all Ming officials must fill out this form truthfully. Property includes houses and fields, gold and silver jewelry, antiques, calligraphy and paintings. Let's put it this way, anything worth more than one or two taels of silver must be registered."

Wang Tingmei blinked his eyes, realizing that the court was rectifying the administration of officials.

The root cause of the problem of officialdom is corruption, and some officials are forced to be corrupt. If this problem is not solved, the problem of officialdom will become empty talk.

"Oh..." He nodded subconsciously, and then asked: "Who will I give it to after I fill it out?"

"No need to hand it in, keep it for yourself, but the information must be updated every month. Jinyiwei or Dongchang will randomly check, and those who do not match the actual situation will be handed over to the Ministry of Personnel for impeachment!"

"Aren't the people who conduct random inspections fixed?" Wang Tingmei was a little confused.

The governor of the East Factory, Wang Zhixin, nodded helplessly.

The random inspections by the Embroidered Uniform Guard and the Eastern Depot meant that the difficulty and risk of taking advantage of the opportunity to make money were greatly increased.

Unless you have connections everywhere and can bribe everyone.

Is it possible?

impossible!

In fact, Chongzhen considered more when formulating policies. If another supervisory agency was set up, it would not only waste manpower and material resources, but also increase expenses.

The problem of official administration is not just about corruption, but also about cost and efficiency.

Without adding additional manpower, using Jinyiwei and Dongchang is the best option!

Wang Tingmei has no fear of being distorted by others because of her integrity. She put down the paper and looked at everyone again.

The Minister of Revenue Fang Yuegong took out a piece of paper and shouted to the outside of the government office: "Bring it in so that the prefect can inspect the goods."

Wang Tingmei didn't know what Fang Yuegong was going to do. After taking the paper and looking at it carefully, she found that it was a silver transfer slip.

Immediately afterwards, two runners from the Ministry of Revenue came in carrying a box.

Fang Yuegong continued, "This is the performance silver from Shuntian Prefecture in March, a total of five hundred taels!"

Performance money?

Wang Tingmei feels like she has never read a book...

He looked at Fang Yuegong blankly: "I really don't know what performance silver is. Please enlighten me, Lord Shangshu."

Fang Yuegong smiled and replied: "This is your majesty's trial plan for reforming the civil service! In order to solve the problem of corruption, the salary is now divided into two parts. One part is the basic salary, which can satisfy the officials' basic needs; the other part is the bonus salary, which is also called performance silver."

"The total amount of performance silver is determined based on the nature of each yamen, the number of people, and the degree of danger of the work."

"Every month, the higher-level government will score the lower-level government based on their performance, with a total score of 10. If you get 9 points, you will be given 90% of the total performance silver, and 8 points will be 80%."

"And so on!"

Wang Tingmei suddenly realized that this move was intended to increase officials' income.

Good, good.

He was about to sign the silver transfer form when Fang Yuegong stopped him with his hand: "Wang Fuyin, being an official is different now than before. In the past, you only had to be responsible to your superiors, but now you have to be responsible to both your superiors and your subordinates."

"Remember! If your subordinates are corrupt and oppress the people, the court will deal with you if you don't deal with them!"

After that, Fang Yuegong stopped blocking him, stretched out his hand and pushed the silver delivery slip over, and said: "During the siege of the capital, the Shuntian government office dealt with the plague and relocated the people, and was deeply trusted by His Majesty and the people. In the final counterattack against the bandits, the constables in the government office did not fear life and death, and fought bravely, with great military exploits!"

"All of this is due to the good leadership of the Prince's Prefect, so His Majesty has specifically instructed that the Shuntian Prefecture's March performance silver be fully paid out."

After Wang Tingmei signed, Yue Gong took it out from his sleeve and said, "This is the official document on grain price limits."

"Price limit?"

"Yes! Low grain prices hurt farmers. In all places under the jurisdiction of Shuntian Prefecture, when merchants and government officials purchase farmers' grain, the price must not be lower than the silver price of the land tax that year."

Wang Tingmei was stunned. "In other words, there is no limit on the high price, but only on the low price?"

He thought there would be an upper limit on food prices, but he didn't expect the limit would be the lower limit.

It's unheard of!

"This is the current situation. It is hard to say whether to limit the maximum price."

"I understand." Wang Tingmei shook her head, trying her best to keep her thoughts up to date.

"I have finished talking about my business. Next is the new government office established by the court, the Land Department!"

......

"Land Division?"

Outside Juyongguan, Yan Yingyuan sat on his horse, looking at the secret letter in his hand in silence.

This new government office created by the imperial court looks interesting, but is quite difficult to implement.

Yan Yingyuan really couldn't think of where to start.

Seeing Yan Yingyuan's frown, Jiang Yingkui, the lieutenant general of the Fifth Army Camp, thought that he had no confidence in retaking Xuanfu, so he advised: "Don't panic, Lord Yan. Although I only brought 5,000 people, they are all the elite of the Fifth Army Camp. Retaking Xuanfu should be no problem."

Yan Yingyuan put down the secret letter and looked at the so-called elite behind him.

It would have been better if I hadn't watched it. After watching it, I have even less confidence.