Chu Huan turned into the office courtyard of Duzhi Cao. There were several rows of houses inside, but the construction was also very distinctive. He walked past the room with his hands behind his back as if nothing had happened. Although there were some people in each room, he also saw many people holding teacups. The three of them gathered together and laughed. When they were happy, the laughter was very presumptuous and came from the room.

Chu Huanda passed by the door, but those who didn't see were still talking and laughing. Those who saw it immediately pulled their clothes and looked at it. It quickly calmed down inside. Someone looked at it, so Chu Huan just nodded slightly and smiled indifferently.

Seeing a door closed, Chu Huan stepped forward and opened it. The sound was very soft. He stepped in and saw that there was no one in the main hall inside. A very light voice came from the side. A person could whisper: "Mr. Lang, our Ministry of Revenue has never handled this project. The Ministry of Rites came to the Ministry of Works. The Ministry of Works found our Ministry of Revenue. The Emperor's intention was to show its national prestige, but how can this national prestige be produced? It has to be carefully considered."

Chu Huan didn't know what they were saying, but looked over there and saw a screen. There were two figures sitting behind the screen. I couldn't see who it was. Chu Huan was not alarmed, and stood by with his hands on his back.

"Have you asked Master Lang?" Lord Lang's voice came.

"Ask." The voice said before, "The Master of the Ministry didn't say anything, he just said that the emperor said that he would do it in big orders, and let's do it in big orders."

Lord Lang whispered: "The big deal should have a quota. The bank in Curry is not much. The Tongtian Palace is about to dig a river. Then there will be a lot of silver. How long can Curry last? This year's tax bank has increased by 70%, but I don't know if the 30% of the tax will be paid on time... The northwest will have to consume money. In the other end of Hebei Road, in order to destroy the Qingtian King, Han Santong also put in a few notes to ask for food and grass. The Curry is already full of money, and it is impossible to deal with it at all. Now we have to repair the Tongren Hall and have to do it. This... If the money is spent too much and other places cannot handle it, things will be troublesome."

"Sir, the emperor is a person who loves face very much. The northwest and Hebei are far away, so the emperor cannot see him, but this Tongren Pavilion is just under his nose. The news from the northwest is that the Xiliang mission has already been on the road. Within two months, the mission will enter Beijing. If the Tongren Pavilion has not been repaired yet, we will not be able to take it." Another voice said helplessly: "The person from the Ministry of Works said that there is no 300,000 taels of silver, so the Tongren Pavilion will not need to be repaired. His grandmother's, it is obvious that he wants to steal the silver!"

Lord Lang pondered slightly before asking in a low voice: "There are many places to use silver this year, and according to my estimate, it is difficult to collect silver this year. Without silver, we really can't do anything." After a pause, he said softly: "Whether to let the master of the ministry go to the ministry to discuss it? The tax needs to be raised by 10%..."

Another voice said anxiously: "Sir, are you still raising taxes? It's already amazing to add them over the past few years. If you increase taxes, you may...!" But you dare not continue.

Lord Lang said, "What do you think you should do?"

There was a silence behind the screen.

After a while, Lord Lang said softly: "This time the Tongren Pavilion is repaired, it seems that he still has to advise the minister of the ministry. You can't get any more money." He sighed: "In the past, the prince's people have been staring at us. With His Highness the King of Han and the minister of the ministry, I am not afraid of anything. However... Today, Chu Huan came, which was sent by the Lord of the Lord, and it seems that he is a member of the King of Qi. The emperor only needs to use the money to find the Ministry of Revenue in recent years. He rarely asks about the affairs of our Ministry of Revenue. This time, he suddenly arranged the King of Qi in. Since yesterday, I have always felt that he was always picky. It seems that he should be careful in doing things in the future, but don't capsize the boat in the gutter and fall into the hands of that boy."

"Probably not?" Another voice said softly: "How capable is that kid who dares to fight against His Highness the King of Han? We are the King of Han, Duke An Guo, and the Lord of the Ministry of Revenue. Just a small official who knows nothing about the affairs of the Ministry of Revenue, can it really cause storms?"

"Be careful to sail for ten thousand years." Lord Lang sighed and said, "Well, the people from the Ministry of Works spoke loudly, so we can't be scared by them. You can go to the Ministry of Works today, bring two people with you, and then follow the Ministry of Works to the Tongren Pavilion to take a look. I remember that the Tongren Pavilion is not very shabby. Even if it needs to be repaired, it will not cost 300,000 taels of silver. You can take the people to do it carefully and then report it to me. You still have to make careful calculations in the future...!"

When Chu Huan saw someone standing up, he immediately quietly retreated to the front of the main door. The person who had already turned out of the screen had turned out. Chu Huan just stepped back to the door, but he looked like he had just come in. Seeing the man who turned out of the screen had a beard and was in his early forties. When the man saw Chu Huan, he was stunned at first, then stroked his beard and said, "Are you Chu Huan?"

Chu Huan thought this person was a person from the Ministry of Education, and when he saw him, he should bow, but he knew that this person looked superior and strange. Another person turned out from behind the screen. When he saw Chu Huan, he was shocked at first, and then bowed: "It turns out to be Lord Chu, um, Lord Chu, this is the left minister of the Ministry of Revenue, Lord Lang!"

"So it's Lord Lang!" Chu Huan realized that he was a minister and a senior high school senior. No wonder he bowed and smiled, "You have met Lord Lang!"

Lord Lang coughed, looked at Chu Huan's eyes, and then asked, "Chu Huan, what are you doing here?"

Chu Huan pretended to be strange and asked, "Sir Lang, can't the officials come here?"

Lord Lang was stunned, frowned, and said, "I am asking you what's wrong with coming here."

"Oh!" Chu Huan laughed and said, "Xiaoguan just took office today, so I got to know him and walked around casually, and walked here unknowingly."

"When did you come in?" Lord Lang glanced at the man beside him and asked lightly.

Chu Huan said, "Just come in." He asked another person, "Who are you?"

"I am a Wu Xuan." The man hurriedly said, "It is the judge of the Duzhi Cao. I have met the head of the emperor!"

"Oh, hello." Chu Huan nodded, "Are you both wrong? Since there is something wrong, Chu will take your leave first, you can do whatever you want."

Lord Lang said, "No need." He coughed and said, "Judge Wu, the Ministry of Works, just go there. The matter has been done well, so don't make any mistakes. Lord Chu takes office. If he fails his job at this time, the face of Lord Chu, the Lord Chu, is not good." He didn't say much, and left with his hands on his back.

After Lord Lang left, Judge Wu said respectfully: "Master Chu, please sit down, I will go to make tea."

"No, no, I just take a look." Chu Huan sat down on a chair with a big golden sword. Judge Wu stood aside. Chu Huan looked at him with a smile and asked, "Judge Wu, is there any trouble to go to the Ministry of Works?"

"Well, there is something wrong." Judge Wu said: "Sir, I must know that the people of Xiliang have negotiated peace with our Great Qin. The Western Liang delegation is coming to the capital. The emperor issued an order to repair the Tongren Pavilion, which was receiving foreign envoys. Therefore, the people from the Ministry of Works came to ask for money. I wanted to go and take a look and estimate how much money it would cost to repair the Tongren Pavilion."

"Oh?" Chu Huan raised his legs and smiled, "That's a good look. By the way, why did Tongren Pavilion renovate? Is it dilapidated?"

Judge Wu smiled and said with a plea: "It's not that it's dilapidated. It's just that after our Great Qin founded, the Western Liang Kingdom has never surrendered. The Western Liang Kingdom is located outside the Northwest Pass. They do not surrender, and the small countries further northwest cannot come to pay tribute. Therefore, the only envoys who come to pay tribute every year are the leaders of the Goryeo and Yiman tribes in the Northeast, so there is no need for major revisions." After a pause, he smiled and said with a smile: "Now the people of Xiliang take the initiative to seek peace, which is a desire to surrender. Their mission came to Beijing for the first time. The emperor wanted them to see the prosperity of our Great Qin, and it was reasonable to repair the Tongren Hall."

"So that's it!" Chu Huan nodded slightly, "If Judge Wu has something to do, I won't bother you much."

Judge Wu smiled and sent Chu Huan out of the door. After Chu Huan walked away, he murmured to himself: "Chu Huan, Chu Huan, it's great to sit in the house and drink tea. What's the benefit of running around? Maybe he'll have to pay his life in..." He shook his head and sighed.

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The Minister of Revenue Hu Bufan was lying on the chair, with newly brewed high-end Longjing tea next to him. He closed his eyes and rested. He heard footsteps from the outer hall. He didn't open his eyes, but said, "Wuxu, I am about to find you, come in!"

Wu Xunqing, the left assistant minister of the Ministry of Revenue, stepped in, bowed his body, and said with a flattering smile: "Mr. Master!"

Hu Bufan narrowed his eyes, glanced at him, and said, "I was just talking about Tongrenguan. The Ministry of Works needs 500,000 taels of silver. How should I handle this?"

Lang Wuxu approached and whispered: "Mr. Master, I have calculated the position of the Ministry. At most, I can repair the Tongren Pavilion to a grand magnificent place." He laughed softly: "Mr. Zheng from the Ministry of Works, the subordinate officials asked him to report 300,000 taels and 500,000 taels and 500,000 taels. If the two sides compete, the minimum is not less than 300,000 taels."

Hu Bufan laughed and said, "I am still very relieved when you do your business. Remember, if you go to the general account, you can only have the general account appear on the side of the Ministry of Education!"

"I understand." Lang Wuxu smiled flatteringly and said, "Dou Yi knows what to do, only a big head appears, no small head tent." After a pause, he suddenly thought of something and lowered his voice: "Master Master, will Chu Huan, the new Chu Huan from Duzhi Cao, become a trouble?"

"Chu Huan?" Hu Bufan said disdainfully, "It's just an ant, don't take it to heart. Dou Yi came here to report just now that Chu Huan had just taken office and actually looked for the official seal. The official seal was on Dou Yi, which was intended to make Dou Yi more convenient. Who knew that this kid would take away the official seal as soon as he arrived. Hehe, it's interesting!"

"The master of the ministry gave him the official seal?"

"After all, it was sent by the emperor, just give it to him." Hu Bufan reached out and picked up the small teapot next to him, sipped at the spout, and said leisurely: "I don't believe it. Can he still turn the mark on his hand? What's the difference between it in his hands and in his hands? If he is disobedient, I will have some methods to cure him."

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