After everyone left, Zhao Jun clearly felt that everyone in the room felt a lot more relaxed.
"Master Neishi, you are not afraid of doing this..."
Although Tu Kang felt a little relieved, he had been accustomed to being bombarded every day for so many years. But this new internal historian was so bold. How could he offend so many people?
"It's okay, Tu Zhangling. Don't worry about the other things. I can handle them. First, tell me why your daily job is to pay them?"
Of course, Zhao Jun was not afraid of them. The most urgent thing was to familiarize herself with the work first. In just a short while, she realized that the management of the Nei Shi Mansion was chaotic.
"Your Excellency, I am primarily responsible for the expenditure of money. Aside from military expenses, which do not come from my side, I am responsible for the expenditure of Xianyang and all the counties. Your Excellency, here is a detailed record of my daily expenditure."
Tu Kang took her to a side door nearby. Zhao Jun had not noticed before that there was another door here.
The moment Tu Kang opened the door, Zhao Jun was stunned.
The shelves in the room were piled densely with bamboo slips, almost filling the entire room.
There were even a lot of boxes piled on the ground, leaving only a narrow aisle.
"Is this room full of them..."
She didn't know how to describe it, and she felt that Tu Kang had worked so hard over the years.
"Of course not. What's here are all from this year. There were too many from the past few years, so they were stored in the big warehouse at the back."
This year alone...
Zhao Jun was shocked again.
She walked in carefully and took out a scroll of bamboo slips from the shelf.
Suddenly, she discovered a problem that had been overlooked before.
Very serious.
She doesn't know Qin Wen!
To her, every word on the bamboo slips was just a bunch of nonsense.
what to do.
How should they tell their subordinates that their boss is currently illiterate?
Zhao Jun pretended to be calm and put the bamboo slips back.
It’s okay. Not knowing how to read won’t affect her work. She will learn it soon.
Zhao Jun walked around the room and made up his mind.
The work of this figure-holder is somewhat similar to that of the National Finance Bureau in later generations.
"Master Tu ordered me to ask you, are there people who come to you with bills to withdraw money every day? Isn't there a regulation on which days it is only open?" Zhao Jun asked the first question.
"No, I'm open every day." Tu Kang replied
"Then who needs to sign the slips these people bring in? How do we know that the money they receive every day is used according to the contents of the slips?" Zhao Jun asked again.
"The signature slips they brought need to have the seal of the highest internal historian to whom they belong. As for whether they will be used according to the content, I don't know, but the Qin law is strict and there should be no phenomenon of Xu's private fraud." Tu Kang said tremblingly.
"Also, you said before that the counties also received money from you. How do those remote counties that are not in Xianyang ask you to sign the receipts?" Zhao Jun asked again.
"The counties send the stamped signature slips to us monthly through the post station, and then I send someone to deliver them."
Oh my God, after asking a simple question, Zhao Jun couldn't help but sigh.
This work is too complicated and has too many loopholes.
"So, in situations like today, do you always give them the money according to the note?"
According to Tu Kang's statement, the King of Zhao became even more worried about Qin's already poor finances.
"Not really. I don't always give them money. The money I have basically comes from the taxes collected from Bai Zhangling. But because the king lowered the taxes before, sometimes I have more expenses than income." Tu Kang said ashamedly.
“What if someone comes and asks for it but we don’t have it?”
"That's right. They will be distributed based on the official rank of the person who signed the order, from high to low. If there is no more, no distribution will be made."
Oh my God, Zhao Jun sighed again.
Not long after, the King of Zhao asked him to find the signature slips from Xianyang and the counties that month.
Although she couldn't understand the words on it, she could ask Tukang to read it to her.
After just half a day, she felt exhausted.
Is there no one who cares about the country's fiscal spending being in such a mess?
She couldn't help but wonder.
"Your Excellency, you may not know that our Nei Shi Mansion has never had a Grain Nei Shi. All along, the four of us have been acting independently. In addition, our country's economy has not been very prosperous, and there have not been many opportunities to meet with the king. Therefore, the other nine ministers..."
Zhao Jun understood. This was a typical case of not having a strong manager to take the lead. A group of poor little people were almost completely exploited by other departments.
"I know about this matter. Don't worry about it. I will take care of it."
Now that Zhao Jun is here, as the head of the Neishi Mansion, she must definitely take good care of the country's finances!
By the time Zhao Jun left, it had already darkened.
As excited as she was when she came, she is as quiet now.
In just one day, she was greatly shocked.
How could Qin's finances be like this?
Is it because Qin State now values military power and puts all its energy into destroying other countries?
Is it because military spending is not included in fiscal expenditure that no one pays attention to this?
But Ying Zheng obviously cared about the people's livelihood. He always knew that Qin was poor. Didn't he think about the reasons?
Zhao Jun frowned tightly as he thought.
Maybe Ying Zheng really didn't have time to pay attention to this.
These years were the critical years for the King of Qin to conquer the world, and all his ambitions and aspirations were focused on war.
Could this also be the reason why Qin perished so quickly in the second generation?
The economic foundation was not laid well, and the dynasty changed abnormally.
It's a historical inevitability.
Zhao Jun shook his head, sighed deeply, and then regained his composure.
Never mind. I can accept that.
Even Ying Zheng, the greatest emperor of all time, has things he is not good at.
He needs an excellent subordinate like me who can share his worries!
Zhao Jun was joking around, and his mind finally felt a little relieved.
The carriage quickly drove back to the palace, and Zhao Jun hurried to her room. Her mind was now full of the policy reform plan of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
I just want to go back and sort things out so that I can report to Ying Zheng tomorrow.
But, it's just so wonderful.
There are some people you might not see once a week, but you see them every day in the past two days.
It was Qingliu and the eunuch from yesterday again.
Zhao Jun didn't have time to eavesdrop today, she had to go back and do her business.
But just when she didn't want to listen, someone forced her to listen.
Yesterday, the two of them met without saying a word, but today they were arguing so loudly that she couldn't even pretend not to hear.
"I've already told you, I don't want to, I won't accept it!"
Qingliu, who was usually very calm, became very excited.
"If you have really thought about it, I tell you, you have no choice but to do so. I have already talked to your parents, and they have agreed to let you marry me!" the man said fiercely.
What?
Hearing this, Zhao Jun stopped walking.
What is going on?
A maid and a eunuch?
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