Early the next morning, Song Beiyun quietly entered the palace and then began to complain. He first complained to the empress dowager. After the empress dowager, he went to Zhao Xing to sue. Anyway, the words "no money" are just over and over again.

"A clever wife can't cook without rice. Her monthly salary will increase. New clothes need to be replaced and weapons need to be made. Where does this money come from? If I can't even solve this, how can I be the factory? Will the subordinate obey me? Didn't I turn the stall off overnight?"

Song Beiyun was in the empress dowager's passion and said that when he was heartbroken, he wanted to beat his feet and stamp his chest.

"Okay, how much do you want?"

"First 300,000 guan, this is not a waste. Empress, listen to me to settle the account for you..."

"Okay." The Empress Dowager waved her hand: "300,000 is 300,000, and I'll give it to you. You're so tired, don't make any trouble for me."

"Xie Niangma..."

Then Song Beiyun came to Zhao Xing again and slapped his thigh: "It's all a group of bad people, they don't do much, they eat a lot. I want people, they need to be organized, they need to be reorganized, and they reorganized their functions and authority. Now this broken place has conflicts of interest with too many people. This is not a good thing. A dedicated person must be done, and anyway, it's idle, and the Imperial City Department must be independent."

Zhao Xing drank tea and ate pastries, raised his eyes and looked at Song Beiyun: "After asking my mother for 300,000 yuan, how much do I want?"

"Three million!" Song Beiyun raised a finger: "Add another thousand people to build, and three departments are added at the same time, the Craftsmanship Department, the Military Field Department and the Coal Industry Department."

Zhao Xing pondered for a moment, then slapped the table and said, "I want thirty to ask my mother, do you want thirty? Do you want me to have thirty? I owe you?"

"Listen to these three departments I have added, can I harm you?" Song Beiyun wiped his mouth, took a piece of pastry from the imperial case and stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely: "If this matter is done, I will tell you that life will be better in the future."

"How to talk about it? Tell me in detail."

Song Beiyun said to Zhao Xingyi: "The reform plan of the Imperial City Department is like this. In the past, all the messy responsibilities were not needed, only four! First: Monitor the Imperial City. It was originally written by officials, but you were afraid that those stinky old masters would rebound too much, so you could not suppress them. Second: Research and development of new weapons, this is the responsibility of the craftsmanship department. Third: Cultivation and collection of new grains, this is the responsibility of the military farm department. Fourth: The Coal Industry Department is responsible for the mining, operation, and cooperation of coal mines, and at the same time introduced a mining rights certificate system, and coal is listed as a national strategic resource."

"This...how long has it been done to make abacus?"

"I thought about it temporarily last night." Song Beiyun sat on the steps and wiped his hands on the emperor's tablecloth: "Human circumstances are dynamic, and the plan cannot keep up with the changes. When I go to the Ministry of Works, I will take charge of it here. Once the two sides cooperate, the progress will be greatly accelerated. Last night, I thought the Imperial City Department was an unreasonable violent agency, right? With this layer of cover, as long as my job is not left behind, no one can say anything wrong with the internal team."

After Song Beiyun finished speaking, he raised his head and stretched out his hand: "Three million, please give it or not."

"Give it!" Zhao Xing sighed, "But if you want to leave from the Ministry of Revenue, that's not OK. Those iron roosters from the Ministry of Revenue are considered to be a waste of time. They can only come out of the inner treasury, but this time, my palace is ruined again."

"What should I do if I have such a big palace? I will make my cage beautiful?"

Zhao Xing kicked Song Beiyun on the butt: "Speaking of a bastard, this is the national system and the national character."

"Fuck." Song Beiyun spat: "If you can drive a long car to crush all the countries you can see on the map, even if you live in thatched hut, the envoys will only dare to kneel outside and wait for you to wake up from a nap. Instead of shy faces on your Golden Palace, you will go and come as you say you want."

Zhao Xing took a deep breath: "I have a good temper, otherwise you will die today, Song Beiyun! Wang's partner, took the money and told him to get out! Get out quickly!"

"There are still those thousand staff members! Don't forget it, let me mention this to the Ministry of Personnel!" Song Beiyun stretched his neck and shouted inward when he was pulled out by the old eunuch, "Don't forget it!"

After receiving a large sum of funds, Song Beiyun walked into the Imperial City Office with a swagger. After sitting in the inner hall, the little script immediately made tea at the bottom. When he turned around, he saw Zuo Rou's sword and placed it aside. He asked quickly, "Where is that guy? That girl is chirping."

"Just just now, I was competing with Lis outside, and I was recuperating in the villa. My injury was not serious, but my tendons were twisted. It will be cured in a few days."

"Fuck..." Song Beiyun covered his forehead: "Okay, don't care about her for now. Go and recruit someone to have a meeting!"

Another meeting was held, and the meeting was held twice in two days. Those close relatives who had not wanted to leave the house because it was cold, all the officials were complaining, but if they didn't go, Lao Yang was beaten yesterday and was still lying on the bed today.

Half an hour later, all officials of all sizes came. They sat in Song Beiyun in turn. Song Beiyun didn't speak in the chief position, but just drank tea quietly. He waited until all the people came. He raised his head and said, "My colleagues, I went back to calculate it last night. Our monthly salary is a bit miserable. A relative of the same seventh rank, who sold his life in a month, was only seven cents of money. This is simply terrible compared to those of the civil officials. The county magistrate who was on the outside can have seventeen or eighteen cents of money in a month."

When officials of all sizes heard this, they couldn't figure out what this meant. They were a little shocked and reacted. Naturally, they felt excited. Many people even began to secretly think about how much monthly salary they could increase.

"I knocked money from the official family and the Empress Dowager." Song Beiyun raised his legs and crossed his legs: "This money is naturally not mine. Since I am the chief official, I will definitely give you an explanation. Our Imperial City Division has more than one thousand brothers, and the average monthly salary of three or four guan is calculated as three or four guan. This is not possible. So from now on, all the brothers in the Imperial City Division in the list will double their monthly salary."

As soon as Song Beiyun finished speaking, the room became restless with a buzzing sound. They couldn't hide their excitement and began to chat with each other. The Imperial City Department had also experienced several chief officials. But the monthly money had never increased, but now the furry child had doubled the second day after he arrived? What's the matter?

"Come on, bookkeeping and record it." Song Beiyun snapped his fingers and ordered the bookkeeping next to him to cough a few times: "The entire Imperial City Department has doubled its monthly salary on the original basis. In addition, five guan coins are added to cool off every year during the dog days, and five guan coins are added to the fire fee for 39 days every year. Qingming Festival, the beginning of summer, Mid-Autumn Festival, and the winter solstice are added to the four festivals, three guan coins per person and five jin of fish. An additional monthly payment is issued during the Spring Festival. Any brothers in the master's department will have additional subsidies, and the subsidy amount depends on the specific circumstances."

After Song Beiyun finished reading it, he looked back at the bookkeeping: "Have you remembered it?"

"Remember, Lord Song."

"Sealing! As a common example."

After the words were finished, the room was silent. Until someone suddenly coughed, everyone came to me and quickly stood up and bowed to Song Beiyun, whispering Lord Song wisely.

"Don't be anxious first." Song Beiyun took a sip of tea, then handed it to the small opera next to him to add hot water: "This money is taken from the internal treasury and not through the Ministry of Revenue and Personnel, so if everyone is passive and neglected in the future, I'm afraid..."

"Of course I don't dare..."

"Don't dare, don't dare..."

"It will definitely be a job for dogs and horses."

There were a series of guarantees to pat my chest, and Song Beiyun chuckled: "But we can't always rely on the superiors to allocate money, and we still have to think of ways to rely on ourselves. So I asked the officials and the Queen Mother to establish the Military Field Department, the Coal Industry Department and the Craftsmanship Department to make money... to make money. Do you understand what I mean?"

Which of the people below was not an old fried dough stick or an old loach? Of course, they understood this, so everyone nodded and cheered.

"I am still blinded by the holy family and can get a bargain for you brothers, but if I find someone stabbed the brothers behind me, don't blame me for not leaving anyone behind this knife. What is the Imperial City Department? All seniors know better than me." Song Beiyun glanced at the eyes: "Don't look at me young. Huo Qubing won the championship marquis at the 17th. I can't win the championship marquis, but I still dare to kill a few people."

After saying that, he stood up and said, "That's all the things. Oh, by the way, the new clothes, dresses and swords have been delivered to the workshop. I will change them all in a few days and bring out a new look."

After Song Beiyun left, the people in the room did not disperse, but gathered together to discuss the matter. They actually planned to teach this young boy a lesson, but now...

"I'm just teaching you a lesson!" One of them looked at the silly, big, black man and threw his hat on the table: "Who wouldn't you do this? In the past, don't you envy those civil servants? Now our monthly money is not worse than theirs. What else do you do? Forcing one away and changing to one who won't add another for five years?"

Everyone nodded, and the thin and fucked guy who led Song Beiyun yesterday whispered: "If you want me, don't make any trouble. Lord Song is being favored by the holy grace and the empress dowager. You guys met Lao Yang yesterday. I don't believe that he did not submit a memorial to the empress dowager, but what? Lord Song was criticized today? You guys, please be more excited."

While they were discussing the salary, Song Beiyun was sitting in front of the couch and massaged Zuo Rou with his arm, while massaged him and scolding: "You are itchy and loose bones, you deserve it! You don't know what level you are? Go to compete with others? Damn... I'm sorry for you. If you want to be someone else, you have been beaten to death now!"

Zuo Rou was pushed and screamed, her eyes were filled with tears, and the pain was no longer human.

"Sister Qiaoyun, block that towel for her. Just shout, and you will know how to scream." Song Beiyun said, taking advantage of Zuo Rou's inattention, he suddenly exerted force on his hand and pressed back the slightly dislocated joint, but Zuo Rou let out a very miserable scream.

"Also scream!" Song Beiyun looked at Zuo Rou with tears on his face, and was both funny and angry: "You should be honest in the future! Have you heard?"
Chapter completed!