Lao Zhu's eyes were dark and the meaning was unclear. Fortunately, since Lao Zhu abolished the Zhongshu Province and the Prime Minister, he had too many experiences of fighting wits and courage with officials. Lao Zhu was used to being plotted by officials. If it was just for someone

Lao Zhu himself wouldn't think there was anything wrong with this. But these people dared to use Zhu Biao's hand to plot against him, which made Lao Zhu faintly angry.

It's like two strong men fighting. One side can't fight, but wants to attack the other side's family. Any man can't stand it, let alone Lao Zhu.

The corner of his mouth curled up, and Lao Zhu made a mental note to Bai Guan.

Looking back at Zhu Biao who was deeply shocked, Lao Zhu explained in a friendly manner: "You know? From the moment you left the East Palace, the relief of Henan was no longer the matter of the officials. On the contrary, this matter

Troublesome things fall on my head. If the relief effort is effective, that is what I should do. But if the relief effort is not effective, leading to a great famine, then it is my fault."

Got it, Zhu Biao understood everything.

From the moment he came to beg his father, the life and death of millions of people in Henan were all tied to his father. If his father had money and food, there would be no problem, just allocate money and food for disaster relief. But it just happened

The father's money and food have been exhausted long ago, and now there is no money and food available for disaster relief. If there is a problem in Henan due to this, everyone will think that the father is unwilling to provide money and food for disaster relief. By then, I am afraid that the whole world will be the same.

There was a lot of scolding.
Chapter completed!