After Jin Ke left satisfied, Wu Chengen came in and threw a book of accounts in front of him.

"The disk storage is completed."

"So fast?" Zhao Hao was slightly surprised.

According to the rules, after taking office, the new official will be in addition to decent ceremonies such as parading in a sedan chair, attending seals in the hall, and raising incense and worshiping temples.

Of course, substantive work such as clearing warehouses, clearing prisons, urging students to take exams, hanging signs and publishing notices, patrolling cities and towns, and pointing books and other substantive tasks.

What Mr. Zhao did this morning was the last two items, and the first two items that were really important were borne by two friends.

It takes several days to clear the warehouse, but Wu Chengen came back early.

"It's so fast." Wu Chengen sat beside Zhao Hao, opened the account book and showed him: "There are less than two thousand stones of grain in the warehouse, and four hundred taels of silver in the warehouse. How much more is it cost?"

"So little?" Zhao Hao couldn't help laughing.

No wonder when the handover last night, Magistrate Feng stammered and refused to tell the truth. It turned out that he was poor.

It’s not that they were both ruthless or were deceived by County Magistrate Feng.

But the rules in the officialdom have always been like this, and the eaves are filled with water, and the new officials are not counted on the old officials' accounts.

As long as the hole left by the ex is not too big, the later one has to cover it for him.

After all, the later generation will also leave the post in the future. If you don’t want to be settled by the later generation’s subsequent generation, you have to follow the rules.

Anyway, I lost money from the Ming Dynasty, so I don’t have to pay the money myself…

"How big is the hole?" Zhao Hao asked.

"About four thousand taels." Wu Chengen smiled bitterly, "Actually, Magistrate Feng is quite kind."

"Yes." Zhao Hao nodded deeply. In such a poor Kunshan County, there are less than 5,000 taels of holes, so I am content.

"Just 100,000 mouths waiting for dinner, what should we support?" Wu Chengen said worriedly again.

"How long can two thousand stones be eaten?" Zhao Hao asked.

"Save a little bit, three days." Wu Chengen said frowningly: "But if you want to use labor for relief, the consumption will be even greater."

In fact, there was a routine of using labor for relief in the Tang and Song dynasties, but once a person does physical labor, his appetite is much greater than that when he is lying down.

To feed the same number of people, the food required will be doubled.

If there are more than a dozen or hundreds of thousands of victims, if they are allowed to eat, the Grain Mountain will be eaten up for you in a few days!

So it’s not that the superiors are too stupid to imagine, but that they really don’t have the ability to use labor for relief.

It’s better to make the porridge thinner, add some bran, weeds, and sand, so that the people can eat a little full and live a life while lying down.

But on the way to Kunshan, Mr. Zhao had already opposed the opposition and decided to implement labor-for-relief in Kunshan!

This method is very suitable for Kunshan. In this era, the construction of dikes was to pile up people, and the more people the better the effect.

Moreover, the people have work to do and food to eat, so social security will be stable.

In addition, at the end of the year, it can be written into Zhao Erye’s summary report as a dazzling political achievement. In the future, it cannot be left in history.

After all, ‘work-for-relief’ has always been linked to famous officials of all dynasties…

But this trick is good and there is not enough food, so you just play with fire and burn yourself.

"What should I do if I lose food in two days?" Wu Chengen asked with a bitter face: "There will be a big mess."

"Today at the latest tomorrow, Wu Ji's fleet will send 3,000 stones of grain to store." Zhao Hao gave him a small reassurance and said, "Then you can get about 10,000 stones one after another, and you can deliver it in about half a month."

"That's only half a month's amount." Wu Chengen looked at Zhao Hao helplessly. "Now, is it terrible that labor-for-relief? That's a bottomless pit."

"Lin Zhongcheng has arrived in Suzhou these days." Zhao Hao thought about it and scratched his head, "He should ask the mansion to allocate another batch."

"That's OK." Wu Chengen said with a sigh of relief: "After the governor personally, the prefect's office will delay it. The food can be sent in ten days and half a month, and it will be just right for you to pick it up."

"That hope is not possible." Zhao Hao shook his head and said, "The governor can only order the prefect, but cannot handle it personally. Some of them can be delayed for a month or two."

"Why did the Prime Minister Cai drag us down?" Wu Chengen asked in confusion: "Isn't Kunshan County under his jurisdiction?"

"Prince Cai is a student of Gaoge..." Zhao Hao pursed: "I heard that last year, Gao Suqing personally greeted him and promoted him from the Ministry of Revenue to the magistrate of Suzhou."

"Gao Gong?" Wu Chengen was stunned and said, "So what? Did you two offend Mr. Xu, but also offend Mr. Gao?"

"It has nothing to do with my father and son." Zhao Hao couldn't help but say embarrassedly: "It's my old man, and it is said that he has a mortal grudge against Gao Gong."

"Uh, okay." Wu Chengen's mouth twitched twice, thinking that this was great, he was fighting alone.

If Mr. Xu had been in power, Cai Guoxi would have to hold his tail between his legs and everyone would have to live in peace.

Now everyone knows that it will be a matter of time before Gao Gong returns, and Cai Guoxi must perform well in front of his teacher.

What, Li Chunfang? Everyone knows it well, just the arrangement of the transition period.

Not everyone can be a steady position as the chief minister of the Ming Dynasty. The old man from Licorice, who has no cards, cannot sit steadily.

"Since Suzhou is so unfriendly, why did you choose here at the beginning?" Wu Chengen was puzzled.

"Because it's Suzhou." Zhao Hao smiled and refused to explain.

In order to light the fire of the commercial revolution, he would be willing to go to Wuxian, and there is still a buffer for changing the business to Kunshan now.

However, it made Mr. Zhao suffer.

Thinking of this, Zhao Hao felt that he had no choice but to give Wu Chengen a deep voice and said:

"Just just release food, leave the rest of the problem to me."

"How to solve it?" Wu Chengen frowned and said, "There is another thing I didn't tell the young master. The household resident who accompanied Panku today said that the grain merchants who went to Suzhou to purchase goods in the morning all returned empty-handed. It is said that the inventory was tight and they could only give priority to the Fucheng."

As he spoke, he sighed earnestly and said, "Young Master, there are some things in this world that cannot be solved with money."

"I admit this." Zhao Hao nodded, but changed his mind and smiled loudly, "But most of the time, I just don't give you enough money."

"Young Master is going to increase the money to buy grain?" Wu Chengen frowned even more. "It is a taboo to raise the price of grain."

Among the disaster relief orders issued by Zhao Shouzheng verbally, there is a "strictly prohibited from raising grain prices".

By the same token, the prefectural government and counties will not sit idly by and watch Kunshan County collect grain at high prices, as it will disrupt the grain prices in the whole palace.

This is disastrous for an area where the actual population of 8 million and more than half of its food is purchased from Huguang.

"It's very easy to avoid it. Just use over-the-counter trading." Mr. Zhao smiled faintly and said, "Don't worry, I'll go out for a walk tomorrow, and I'll make sure to get all the food for you."

"Oh, okay." Wu Chengen is a worried person. It was his first time doing business with Zhao Hao, so he was naturally worried about one hundred people.

But the county government actually has the final say that Zhao Hao, and even the county master has to listen. Wu Chengen could only worry and wait for the good news.

"There is another thing to ask the young master, how to account for this grain? Is it bought and borrowed by the young master? Or donated by the young master? There must be a clear charter."
Chapter completed!