As soon as Emperor Jing finished speaking, Fang Zhengyi was the first to jump out!
"I am willing to donate 500 shi! If the grain is not enough, silver will be used to make up for it!"
"I don't have much food at home, I am willing to donate it all! Donate everything! In order to feed the people and relieve your majesty's worries, I will fight! You gentlemen, please do as you please~"
After saying this, Fang Zheng glanced at the entire audience with a smile.
I'll give you an example first! Do you have the nerve to donate less than me if you are of a higher rank than me?
Everyone looked at Fang Zhengyi hatefully.
You are such a trouble maker, you bastard. If we don’t kill you, we will all be in trouble!
The corner of Emperor Jing's mouth twitched slightly.
"Well, good! Very good! I have already felt Fang Qing's love for the people and the country. What about the others?"
Li Yansong felt upset after hearing this.
He is in the first row. Fang Zhengyi, a fourth-rank official, donated 500 yuan. How much should he donate?
One thousand? It really hurts. Of course, his family has more than two thousand dan of grain in stock, but if he just gives out one thousand, there will probably be a lot of opinions in the family.
After thinking it over, Li Yansong gritted his teeth and said, "I will donate one thousand!"
Several people around him looked at Li Yansong in astonishment. They didn't expect that he could be so risky!
There was no choice but to donate the next thousand, and nine hundred and eight hundred was donated.
In the end, only a few dozen stones were donated.
The total amount was less than 20,000 shi. Fang Zheng made a rough calculation and sighed.
This amount of food is just a drop in the bucket. From a global perspective, I'm afraid it won't last for a few days. But it's better to have it than nothing. We have to find another way.
Emperor Jing thought so too.
He was lost in thought as he looked at the numbers calculated by Guo Tianyang. The total was 17,800 shi.
The one who has the most headaches these days is Emperor Jing.
I don't know how many reports on the famine in the south are submitted every day.
After collecting taxes from the rich, local government began to impose additional taxes and collect grain from the common people, causing people in many places to suffer.
Emperor Jing was also extremely anxious, but helpless.
But being able to collect some grain is already a good result. If it weren't for Fang Zhengyi's move, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to collect even half of the amount now.
After thinking for a moment, Emperor Jing said, "Good! All the ministers have donated enthusiastically. Mr. Fang, after you leave your post, remember to re-check the grain storage status of all officials and send a telegram to clarify."
"The grain donated by all officials today must also be announced publicly to calm public opinion!"
"I obey the decree!"
Zhang Shi immediately said loudly: "Your Majesty, should the newspaper management be handled by..."
\"Let's not talk about this for now. You and Fang Zheng should each submit a memorial, and I will consider it carefully! \"
Emperor Jing interrupted Zhang Shi's speech without hesitation. After all, the newspaper was publishing the prince's title.
What do you, Zhang Shi, want to do by colluding with the Hanlin Academy?
Fang Zheng was secretly delighted.
Old man, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. You are living a dog's life at your age.
It seems that this advertisement in the newspaper has given him a great shock. Perhaps he really has something at home and it hit his sore spot?
You should find someone to check it out.
Zhang Shi retreated silently, unable to go back, without saying a word.
Emperor Jing said, "Okay, let's leave it at that for now. If you have anything else to say, please report it..."
..............
After the morning meeting, Li Yansong returned to his public housing as usual. The daily newspaper was already placed on his desk as usual.
After he sat down, he picked up the newspaper and read it carefully.
Most other people in the public housing unit did the same thing.
In just a few days, everyone got used to reading newspapers.
The above content is not only interesting, but also contains valuable information.
For a moment, the only sound in the public housing was the rustling of newspapers.
Soon the sound stopped.
Everyone put down their newspapers and looked at Li Yansong strangely.
Li Yansong also put down the newspaper, but his eyes were dull.
The list is still the same as yesterday, with no changes at all, except for a new headline next to it.
The story of Li Ge Lao shedding tears in the editorial department...
Zheng Qiao, who usually had a good relationship with him, walked up to him and whispered, "Mr. Li, could it be that you and Fang Zheng are teaming up..."
\"Fang Zhengyi! You bastard misled me!!!\" Zheng Qiao was halfway through his words when Li Yansong howled!
Everyone knew what was going on at once. They must have been tricked by that bastard, so they all silently picked up the newspaper to cover their faces.
Zheng Qiao also sat back in his seat awkwardly.
At this moment, Li Yansong's cursing voice resounded in the public housing.
As for Fang Zhengyi, as soon as the court meeting was over, he and Li Yuanzhao rode on fast horses and rushed back to the newspaper office.
Originally, many people wanted to find Fang Zhengyi to recheck the amount of food stored in their homes, but when they turned around, they found that he had run away!
He kept cursing at Fang Zhengyi's back.
After rushing to the newspaper office, Fang Zhengyi stood in the middle of the room and shouted, "Everyone, stop what you are doing!"
"Get the spare manuscripts ready! You have two quarters of an hour to produce another edition of the newspaper and send it to the printing house!"
"Today, hundreds of officials in the court donated money! I have written down the number, and this is today's front-page headline!"
"Brothers, get to work! Whether the disaster victims in the south can have more food depends on you!"
The emotions of the reporters were immediately aroused, and they began to engage in a new round of crazy work.
Fang Zhengyi took the paper and pen and began to carefully write down the amounts of donations from the officials in the court today and the corresponding names.
Fortunately...donations are all in whole numbers, and they are easy to remember because they are divided into levels.
Otherwise, with Fang Zhengyi's memory, it would be difficult for him to remember it clearly.
After finishing the dictation, Fang Zheng handed a handful of paper to Shen Yi to deal with.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
