Chapter 494 Mu Yihan's Dark Heart As
soon as Jiang Fengze brought out the bait, the big fishes were hooked.
Those with rich families gritted their teeth and donated 10,000 or 8,000 taels.
As for the Bai family, the Minister of War, who were reluctant to give out 10,000 taels, they only gave 4,000 or 5,000 taels to ask for a small official position. Although
a family gave 4,000 or 5,000 taels, it was not much.
But there were many people who had such thoughts. Once the number of people increased, the money could not be counted.
But of course, there were also people who looked down on such things.
For example, Wu Qing, the chief priest of the Imperial College.
When he first heard about selling official positions and titles, his brows were furrowed, but due to the authority of the national teacher, he did not dare to say anything outside.
Until now, when the threshold of Deyi Ali's private house was trampled, he really couldn't help but cursed at home.
"Selling official positions is like trying to stop boiling water by stirring up the pot. It only has immediate benefits, but it hurts the foundation of the country. The national teacher is so confused!" Wu Qing was about to get angry.
Madam Wu touched her belly and said disdainfully, "When our son is born in the future, no matter whether he is a talented or mediocre boy, as long as he lives a safe life, we will not do such a shameful thing."
...
In just three days, Ali received 300,000 taels. When he reported it to Mu Yihan, the corners of his mouth were grinning to the back of his head.
Mu Yihan had been sitting steadily on the fishing platform. He had no emotion after listening, because he had already made up his mind.
He opened the list, and his deep eyes slid down and stopped on one of the names.
"Zhou Biao'er?" He frowned, "Whose family is this? How could he have such a name and donated a full 20,000 taels?"
Ali showed contempt, "He is the son of Zhou Chuncai, the Minister of the Ministry of Rites. I heard that he is not good at literature or martial arts. He is already 20 years old this year, but he still can't write his own name." The
Minister of the Ministry of Rites knew that his son was not good enough, so he specially paid twice as much money as the Jiang family, just to be able to crush everyone and get a good job for his son.
Mu Yihan shook his head, "Twenty years old and still can't write a name? Nuobao is almost four years old, and she has only learned characters for half a year. Not to mention her own name, she can even write my name smoothly."
At this point, Mu Yihan couldn't help but become a baby show-off.
Not only did he finish praising himself, he also tilted his face, waiting for Ali to agree.
Ali recalled that day when he was lying in front of the window, secretly watching little Nuobao holding a pen and writing all over the paper with those ghost words that looked like chicken claws, and he couldn't hold back his excitement.
It was also difficult for the national teacher to recognize his name from those "caterpillars" she wrote.
"Yes, yes, Nuobao is amazing, just like the national teacher. Ali admires him." Ali could only nod wildly and became a boasting machine.
Mu Yihan saw that he was perfunctory, and turned his handsome face to the side, facing him with the back of his head.
Ali:...
"The son is called Zhou Biaoer, and the father is called Zhou Chuncai. One is a brave man, and the other is a fool. They are really father and son." Mu Yihan was sharp-tongued at this time and brought the subject back.
Ali held back his laughter, "Then Imperial Master, what good job should we arrange for you with these twenty thousand taels?"
Mu Yihan leaned back and said lazily, "A bunch of idiots, want to be powerful officials? Then I will fulfill their wish and send Zhou Biaozi to the border to kill the enemy!"
Soon, the donations stopped.
Each family that contributed money received the imperial decree of the court.
Among them, Zhou Biaoer was the "first", and he was awarded the title of [Songming Cavalry General]!
The official positions of others were high and low, but the vast majority of them went to the border to serve.
And they were all military officers!
Zhou Biaoer was quite happy at first, running around the yard in his underwear, "Hey, Dad, I'm going to be a general, isn't my son awesome!"
But when Zhou Chuncai heard this, his face turned pale and he almost fainted.
"General Song Ming?" He covered his chest and climbed up, "Son, are you really a general or a fake one? You're going to lose your head on the battlefield, you're clearly sending your life away!"
Zhou Biaoer was the eldest son in the family and had no military experience.
All of a sudden, he was going to be sent to the border to lead troops and kill the enemy.
It seemed like he was being reused, but in fact, wasn't this sending him to his death?
Zhou Chuncai knew his son too well. With his stupidity, let alone leading troops to fight, he might not be able to endure the hardship and lose his life on the way to the border.
"Quick! Go find Lord Ali and tell him that we don't want to be generals anymore and return the silver to us."
"No, no, you don't have to return the silver, just don't let Biao'er go to the border!" Zhou Chuncai ran out.
Apart from his family, most of the families who donated money for official positions were wailing in the same way.
They thought they could get an official position in Beijing, but they were all thrown to the border all of a sudden. They
were all pampered nobles in the family, and they were thrown to the border to be exposed to the wind and rain. This was not taking office at all, but clearly being exiled!
Mu Yihan had planned this out long ago, knowing that they could not bear to go to the border, let alone dare to kill the enemy, so he made this arrangement deliberately.
It seemed like giving them an official position.
But in fact, it was a trap.
When Mrs. Bai, the Minister of War, heard this, she was so angry that she kept yelling at home.
"Bai Jian! You are a born idiot. When I said I would not donate, the Imperial Master saw that you were not holding back. You are a stupid man, your head is full of pig intestines. I think my son is stupid just like you!"
Bai Jian was so scared that he ran away. In the end, he could only kick his son to vent his anger. Then he ran to beg Ali to take back his decision.
There was also the Zhang family, the Minister of the Ministry of Rites. When the old lady heard about it, she fainted in anxiety.
After Master Zhang called a doctor and the old lady regained her consciousness, she immediately cried out for life at home.
"You bastard, you actually spent a lot of money to send your brother out of the capital. Do you want me to die without seeing my little son?"
"If he is really sent to the border, I will die in the street and let everyone in the capital know how unfilial you are!" The old lady was throwing tantrums at home, and her walking stick was almost broken.
In short, all the families were in a panic and went straight to Ali's private house.
However, there were a few happy families.
Mu Yihan specially screened them and found that some of them had good character and were good at poetry and calligraphy, but they did not become officials because they did not do well in the imperial examinations before.
So, they were arranged to work in the Hanlin Academy as minor civil servants, and they were grateful.
When the news reached the Jiang family, everyone knew what the Imperial Master was planning, and they all laughed until they hiccuped in the yard.
Xiao Nuobao stamped her feet, her face flushed with laughter.
"Haha, Daddy did this on purpose, sending them to the border to make them pay for their sins!"
She knew that Daddy would never let those people succeed, and it turned out that he had dug a huge pit.
Feng understood it and couldn't help laughing, "It's still the Imperial Master who has a way. He not only took their money, but also sent them tasks that they dared not go. They knew they were cheated, but they couldn't say anything."
At this time, Jiang Fengze took out the banknote again, "Mother, this is the 10,000 taels of fish bait I used before, and now I can return it to you."
Feng put it away quickly, and said, "I heard that you got 300,000 taels. The cost of building your military factory should be enough now."
Unexpectedly, Jiang Fengze smiled cunningly, "This is just the beginning, you just wait and see, the Imperial Master will not let them squeeze it dry this time, it will not be over yet!"
Mu Yihan set a series of traps as soon as he made a move.
Sure enough, in the afternoon, Bai Jian and others came to the door of Jiang's house with pale faces, and they insisted to see the little princess or Mr. Jiang!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
