The Space’s Twelve Zodiac Comes to Farm!

"There was heavy snow outside, and there was a layer of ice in the wine jar, and the unlucky emperor soaked it in it for three days and three nights."

"Tsk tsk, everyone can imagine what it feels like to add wine to a wound!" Emperor Luo tutted.

The lowly ministers were shaking their bodies below, and no one dared to speak, for fear of angering Longyan.

The ministers below wiped it off with cold sweat.

If nothing else, the torture described by the emperor is terrifying.

Most of the ministers were civil officials, and the people from the Ministry of Punishment could still bear it. After all, there were many severe tortures in the prison, but it was a different feeling to hear the emperor say it.

Is Emperor Luo cursing himself?

No one dared to speak first, for fear of being a chicken that slayed the chicken and warned the monkeys.

"It's not over yet, those people took the unfortunate emperor out of the wine jar again, and then sprinkled a layer of salt on him." Emperor Luo smiled and said, "This is actually quite good. "

Kneeling minister: ? ? ?

After a while, the emperor has been abused for several months, is this still good?

"There is food to eat!" Emperor Luo replied solemnly, "The unfortunate emperor has been abused for so long, and he can finally eat!"

Ministers: You call salt rice?

Moreover, after being abused for several months and not being given a bite, is the unfortunate emperor Xiaoqiang?

"Aiqings, do you know why the unfortunate emperor feels good to eat salt?" Emperor Luo looked at the ministers kneeling on the ground gently.

The ministers shook their heads silently, even the Prime Minister did not dare to say a word, and could only shake their heads with everyone.

"Because the food was eaten up by the locusts, the unfortunate emperor had no food to eat, so he ate a piece of salt as a meal." Emperor Luo sighed, and then said lightly, "Guess what happened to the unfortunate emperor in the end?"

The ministers pressed their heads tightly to the ground, and the one kneeling was a sincere one.

I don't guess, I don't guess!

If you have to guess, it is Long Live Long Live My Emperor!

"Alas!" Emperor Luo sighed, his voice a little lost, "The unfortunate emperor was starved for several months, and was tossed for so long, and finally—"

Ministers: Okay, I know, I starved to death.

Without food, starved to death.

They got it!

The emperor wanted them to pay for the food.

"In the end, the unfortunate emperor died of shame!" Emperor Luo said calmly, "The people are starving to death, and of course the emperor is ashamed!"

Ministers:  …

So - the Son of Heaven is indeed the Son of Heaven.

been hungry for months.

Been drawn for several months.

He was soaked in wine and sprinkled with salt, all of which were alive and well.

And then embarrassed yourself to death?

"Alas!" Emperor Luo sighed again.

The ministers did not dare to say a word.

"Why don't you ask the emperor's death, how are the emperor's beloved ministers?" Emperor Luo leaned lazily on the dragon chair and looked at the people in the audience.

Minister: I don't ask, I dare not ask.

If you ask, you will die of shame.

"The ministers starved to death." Emperor Luo said to himself, "they starved to death the next day."

Ministers:  …

Actually, that, maybe they don't necessarily starve to death if they don't eat for three days.

Compared with the unfortunate emperor who did not eat for several months and did not starve to death, the minister starved to death the next day.

The ministers suddenly felt that their emperor was actually quite -- narcissistic.

Can't they just live a few more days?

"You said, if the people outside don't eat, they will starve to death in a few days?" Emperor Luo looked at the courtiers on the ground with a smile.

"I can't stop eating for a day..." The minister of the household was lying on the ground, his fingers trembled slightly, and his eyes were fixed on his hand, "The locusts are flooding outside, and the grain in the grain depot can last for a while, but it can't In the long run, a lot of silver and food will be needed to appease the people."

After Mr. Tobe finished speaking, the sweat on his forehead dripped into his palm, and the cheat sheet on his hand was wet.

He is the prince's man.

Well, the prince asked him to say so.

I just didn't expect it to be so exciting. After listening to the emperor talking about "the story of the unlucky emperor" for a long time, his cheat sheet was blurred.

He is an unforgettable person, but today's event is quite big, and he made a cheat sheet for a few lines.

"Aiqing is right!" Emperor Luo's voice became serious, "I wonder what all the Aiqings think?"

What else could it be?

You are right!

Otherwise we will starve to death the next day!

The ministers knelt on the ground and spoke righteously to the minister of the household.

"Don't worry, if I don't have enough food and money, I can donate some money!"

"I planted some thin fields at home, and I also saved some food, donating it to the waiter!"

"Yes! I was thinking of donating some silver last night!"

...

Emperor Luo leaned lazily on the dragon chair and closed his eyes. The people below all said that they wanted to donate money to donate food.

The minister's eyes and ears were not idle at all, and he calmly took out a booklet from his sleeve, after all the ministers said that they would donate money and food.

This fellow unhurriedly bowed to the one on the dragon chair, and when he saw Emperor Luo waved his hand, he stood up directly.

He happily squatted in front of the Prime Minister in the first row, holding a brush and a pamphlet, and smiled, "Master Prime Minister, you just said you would donate silver and food, how much would you donate?"

Lord Prime Minister:  …

Say it right here?

On the Golden Palace?

The prime minister raised his eyes and glanced at the emperor, saw Emperor Luo leaning lazily on the dragon chair, and knew in his heart that this was the emperor's plan.

"Donate a year's salary, 800 taels!" The Prime Minister considered for a while and said, "There is a lot of food in the family, donate 800 catties."

"Okay!" The Minister of the Household nodded cheerfully, and while writing on the booklet, he read, "The Prime Minister donated 180,000 taels of silver and 8,000 catties of grain, what a good Prime Minister!"

The prime minister's face stiffened for a moment, and just as he was about to speak, he heard the emperor on the dragon chair speak lazily, "As expected of the prime minister! As expected, he is sympathetic to the people."

The Prime Minister's face turned red and blue for a while, not knowing what to say.

Say you don't have that much money?

The emperor has spoken, what if he accuses himself of not being sympathetic to the people?

But what about after you hand it over?

Where did the silver come from?

It is impossible for him to have so much money in his life by his salary.

But he has!

The Prime Minister knelt on the ground trembling all over, he believed that the emperor knew how much his family's property was!

The minister of the household department asked the kneeling ministers for money and food one by one.

But——This fellow seems to have a bad memory for numbers, so he always adds more to the ministers.

"Master Li, I have recorded the five thousand catties of food you mentioned just now for you!"

"Master Wang, don't forget the one hundred thousand taels of silver you said!"

"Master Chen, you just said that your wife will make soup, don't forget about making porridge!"

"Zhuangyuan Lang, you can donate five or two!"

"Lord Gao, don't do so much, just give one or two."

...

The Minister of the Household is to watch people collect money. Some ministers have a very wealthy family, but the Minister of the Household only accepts a few taels of silver.

If you observe carefully, you can find that the family property of those ministers is obtained by their own efforts, rather than relying on the income of official positions.

The morning drive was quite long, and at the end of the drive, the ministers lay on the ground and could hardly get up.

Not just scared, but hungry.

Morning - it's afternoon!

The ministers are tired of it, both physically and mentally are destroyed!

Only the Minister of the Ministry was full of energy, and happily took the pen and booklet from the first row to the last row.

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