Looking at the banknote handed over by An Jianqing, Zhao Yu frowned.

From the beginning of the snow to now, the total bribe money he has received has exceeded 50,000 taels.

Among them, except for Wei Zhongxian and the Thirteenth Prince who intended to win over him, the others totaled about 20,000.

Even though Jinyiwei has a special status, a Beisi town governor is simply not enough in the eyes of a real boss.

But even with this unattractive official title, Zhao Yu didn't have to worry about it. He just raised his sword and saw that it was worth ten thousand liang.

Even in this time of great disaster, this amount of money would be equivalent to 70,000 to 80,000 dan if converted into polished rice!

"What kind of filial piety money is this?" Zhao Yu picked up the banknote and looked at An Jianqing with a sneer and asked.

For high-ranking officials, from bottom to top, there are ritual silver, fire consumption silver, ice charcoal silver, ritual etiquette, etc.

If you don't deliberately indulge in ink, every year in addition to salary money, a large amount of money will flow into your pocket with the tacit approval of the officialdom!

An Jianqing looked at Zhao Yu's expression and smiled lightly, then took out five more banknotes with a face value of 10,000 taels from his sleeves and placed them in front of Zhao Yu.

"This is not regular silver, this is the uniform silver issued by the cabinet and the ceremonial supervisors..."

Average silver?

Zhao Yu was stunned. Even in his master's memory, he seemed to have never heard of such a No. 1 regular silver.

"In the past, you were just a small inspector of Baihu, and of course you didn't deserve this kind of money. But now you are both a famous person in front of Jiu Qian and the governor of the Northern Division of Jinyiwei. Junyin has you. quota!”

An Jianqing pointed to the 50,000 taels of silver notes on the table and said: "These silvers are all divided according to the size of the official hat. This portion of 50,000 taels is given to me, the commander!"

"What about the others? The governor of the West Factory, Gong Yuhuatian, the East Factory, Cao Zhengchun, and the emperor's uncle Zhu Wuli, all of these people have a share?"

Zhao Yu looked at the banknote on the slip and asked with a frown.

"Of course, except for the emperor's uncle Zhu who doesn't care and doesn't dare to ask for this kind of money, everyone else has..."

Judging from the way An Jianqing spoke, it seemed that he was used to this.

East-West Factory, Jinyiwei, plus the Cabinet and the Supervisor of Ceremonies...

After distributing this regular amount of money, it is impossible to achieve 1.8 million taels each!

Now is the time of a great disaster, and the imperial court cannot even distribute food funds for disaster relief for a while. This money cannot be the year-end bonus given to them by the emperor after he is full, right?

"Where did all this money come from?"

Zhao Yu picked up the fifty thousand taels belonging to An Jianqing on the slip and asked coldly.

An Jianqing glanced at the banknote held in Zhao Yu's hand, and then sighed and said: "Today the imperial court allocated food for disaster relief. The emperor ordered the Ministry of Household Affairs to allocate 1.7 million taels of silver for disaster relief, and 900,000 shi of rice." , used to rescue people in earthquake disasters..."

Understood!

Zhao Yu looked at the banknote in his hand and finally knew where this so-called uniform silver came from!

The disaster relief food funds distributed by the imperial court were shared equally by the cabinet, the Supervisor of Ceremonies, and all the big shots in the court before they even left the Ministry of Household Affairs!!

"Okay, very good!"

Zhao Yu looked at the banknotes in his hand, and thought of the innocent people who died of hunger and cold in the ice and snow.

He is not the Virgin Mary, but he is a living person of flesh and blood!

During the earthquake in his previous life, when he saw the victims buried under the rubble on TV, any of the elders around Zhao Yu burst into tears?!

What's more, he is now watching helplessly as thousands of people starve to death and freeze to death in front of his eyes.

At this time, he still had some power in his hands. As long as he was still a flesh and blood body, he couldn't just sit back and watch.

He is not a hero, nor is he one of those yellow and purple nobles in the court who keep saying that the overall situation is the most important thing!

In their eyes, the refugees from the snow disaster are a number that fluctuates, but in Zhao Yu's eyes, it is a matter of life and death!

"It's impossible to get this kind of money..."

Looking at Zhao Yu's gradually distorted face, An Jianqing on the side also spoke in a low voice.

Although he wished Zhao Yu would die soon, he also knew what Zhao Yu was thinking at the moment, and he somewhat admired what this guy had done during this time.

Logically speaking, the life and death of those victims had something to do with him, a notorious Jin Yiwei.

The ruler doesn't care about the life and death of his people, so what's his turn to worry about it?

But in the past few days, his confidants reported that he saw Zhao Yu's every word and deed, and it was true that they were mortal enemies.

But An Jianqing also admitted that the guy who turned his dignified Jin Yiwei commander into a puppet actually had some good intentions!

"One million seven hundred thousand taels, the silver was divided into 1.3 million, the grain and rice went into the trading houses secretly controlled by the cabinet and the Supervisor of Ceremonies, and the 900,000 shi of polished rice turned into 400,000 shi of moldy brown rice...

This is not something that anyone can do alone. Now that the money has been distributed, those big shots who operate behind the scenes want all the officials who have access to this to shut up!"

An Jianqing said this, and reminded Zhao Yu in a strange way: "Now you secretly control the Jin Yiwei, and you have a close relationship with Yu Huatian, and you can still deal with the relationship between the nine thousand years old and the thirteenth prince. For ordinary people,

, it is extremely difficult to achieve this level.

But even so, you can't jump out at this time and confront the entire Daqianchaotang officials!

If this is the case, no one can protect you, and no one dares to protect you!"

At this point, An Jianqing said sentence by sentence: "At that point, even if the emperor knows that you are dedicated to the people, he will use your head to appease the ministers!"

Zhao Yu took a deep breath, then raised his head and glanced at An Jianqing curiously.

From what this guy said, it seemed like he was worried about his situation!

Logically speaking, An Jianqing should wish he had offended everyone and then had his head removed without anyone noticing.

"Of course I, An Jianqing, am not a good person. Besides, how can Jin Yiwei be such a good person?"

An Jianqing laughed at himself, then stared at Zhao Yu and said seriously: "Although I am not a good person, I can distinguish my likes and dislikes..."

…

Zhao Yu took the 60,000 taels of silver notes and walked out of the Jinyiwei Yamen.

After just having a conversation with An Jianqing, I have changed a lot of my views on this guy.

But it was just some opinions, and it didn't make Zhao Yu completely relax his vigilance towards him.

As An Jianqing said himself, who among the Jin Yiwei can be a good person?

However, what Zhao Yu did this time made An Jianqing, who had worked hard all his life and climbed up at all costs, a little surprised!

After leaving the Jinyiwei Yamen, Zhao Yu headed to the West Jishi Factory, wondering if he could also bring over the Junyin that Yuhuatian had received.

But when he arrived at the Xichang Yamen, a messenger from the Supervision Department quickly walked out of the Xichang Yamen.

The messenger who originally wanted to go straight to the Jinyiwei Yamen to look for Zhao Yu saw Zhao Yu walking in front of him and immediately stepped forward.
Chapter completed!