Hu Zongxian clapped his hands: "Disaster relief must be provided! Disaster relief must be provided quickly!"

Lu Ben slowly shook his head: "The army is leaving the fortress, mobilizing food and grass, and only focusing on the front line. The court may not be able to afford it, so it can only exempt it from taxes after the disaster..."

In fact, even if there was no financial pressure to use troops against Mongolia, in the face of this super disaster that affected seven provinces, the Ming court in history only sent out 150,000 disaster relief funds, which was not as much as Jiajing's money to build a small palace.

And these 150,000 will definitely not be sent to Guanzhong, and they will be withheld at all levels along the way. This will lead to the tragic consequences of at least 830,000 casualties...

Of course, at this period in history, Yan Song had not yet fallen, and the Yan Party still had the final say in the court. It was normal for him to do such a thing. After all, neither Jiajing nor Yan Song cared about the lives of the people at all.

Don't let go.

Now Hu Zongxian's prestige in the military is increasing day by day, but he has never been able to join the cabinet, let alone sit on the position of chief minister. If he is a person who is extremely power-hungry, he will definitely focus on the great cause of destroying Mongolia in the north.

But Hu Zongxian did not hesitate and made a decision that was completely opposite to Yan Song: "This disaster is not a trivial matter. If ignored, it will inevitably lead to a serious disaster. I want to inform the emperor to postpone the war!"

Lu Ben showed a look of surprise: "Hu Butang is careful, your Majesty has said that our Ming army will be given priority in everything..."

Hu Zongxian raised his hands and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty is the Lord of the Nine Provinces and all directions, and the King and Father of all the people in the world. How can a King and Father watch his people suffer? I hope Elder Ge will face the Holy Spirit with me!"

Lu Ben's expression suddenly changed. He only looked forward to being the elder of the pavilion safely. At this time, his eyes flickered. After hesitating for a while, he finally said with a bit of shame: "I can't interfere with the affairs of the Ministry of War..."

"Farewell!"

Hu Zongxian shook his head secretly, cupped his hands again, sorted out the disaster information in various provinces on the table, turned around and walked out.

If he were still the same person as before, he might have some sympathy for the people affected by the disaster, but most of the time he would regard them as cold numbers and would not harm his own interests for the sake of people he had never met.

But since he gained that man's attention, gradually emerged, and shouldered the heavy burden of Ming Dynasty on his shoulders, Hu Zongxian's ambitions also changed.

What he wants to do is not to be a slanderous minister who blindly clings to his superiors and obeys without any bottom line, but to be the chief minister who can bring peace to the country and benefit the people!

Even in the face of the ninety-five nobles, ministers should do something and not do something!

The pace is steady and firm!
Chapter completed!