Faced with such a large amount of dust, Guixi bowed and handed over the mask. Zhu Cixuan was a little embarrassed and quietly put on the mask. Zhu Cixuan waved his hand: "Call the person in charge."

Zhu Cixuan used it here, which means letting go. Maybe it was a misunderstanding. Guixi also bowed down and understood the emperor's meaning.

When the manager came, he kept coughing and looked aggrieved. Zhu Cixuan pointed to the granary: "What's the difference between burying grain in the soil? Are you not afraid of not sprouting?"

The manager bowed his body: "Go back to Your Majesty, although it is very dusty, it has not arrived... nor has it been buried in the soil... I will definitely pay attention in the future."

He originally wanted to defend himself, but the actions of the Jinyiwei just now made him understand a lot of truths. Fortunately, His Majesty is patient and he finished watching the grain warehouse first and was cleaning up him.

If the emperor didn't ask anything, wouldn't he be done with the imperial prison? Although he didn't do anything like a short granary, he had bought it at a low price and sold it to his relatives at the price of mold or feed grain.

He thought he could not withstand the inquiry from the Jinyiwei and would be done by then.

Zhu Cixuan didn't have time to care about how they sold their food. It would be great if he could take the time to see if the food was stored safely. He just randomly checked it, not checked the accounts.

Seeing that the manager returned to pay attention next time, Zhu Cilang was satisfied with his idea of ​​guidance and waved his hand: "Leave people to continue monitoring the grain out of the warehouse until all the grain out of the warehouse come to report again. Let's go to see the military ration production."

Military ration production should be considered as inferior products and production hygiene. However, Zhu Cilang asked about the smell of bacon and marinated meat. Fortunately, it was not a stink, but the taste was really not very comfortable.

When Zhu Cixuan came, he saw that even the road was spotless, so he naturally understood that he must have had a sanitation cleaning last night.

Zhu Cixuan did not look at the production workshop, but went straight to the warehouse area and searched around the corners with locked doors that were not allowed to be seen.

According to the logic of handling inspections, these people will definitely put those bad things in a corner that is difficult to find, cover or lock them, and look like they want to cover them up.

Sure enough, Zhu Cixuan found a pile of bad meat in the last corner. Looking at the manager who was shaking and unable to speak, Zhu Cixuan waved his hand: "Send to the imperial prison, find out clearly. Find someone who knows the causes and consequences."

Zhu Cilang waited for a while, and a custodian was brought over and came to kneel on the ground and kowtowed: "Your Majesty forgives the crime, it is all the instigation of the manager. I am just the custodian..."

Zhu Cixuan pointed to the pile of stinky meat: "What's the trick here? How did they do it? Tell me carefully."

Guan Ku kowtowed: "As a manager, use the rotten meat collected from the market to replace the bacon and bacon from the north, and then send the meat to relatives for sale, which was something that was just arrived yesterday and couldn't be processed."

Zhu Cixuan looked coldly: "How long have you been doing this? Who is responsible for the acceptance of the military headquarters? Who is responsible for the inspection? Why hasn't it been discovered? The Jinyiwei went to arrest everyone."

Guan Ku wiped his sweat: "It's been more than two years."

Zhu Cilang stood there, the stinking rushing to his forehead, and even with a mask could not be covered. Thinking that the soldiers were fighting on the front line, these bastards gave them this food, and rushed up in anger.

Zhu Cilang gritted his teeth: "Wang Guoxing, send someone to control the three tribes of these people first, don't let one go!"

Guan Ku was so scared that he kowtowed. It would be a big deal for these three tribes to arrest them together.

Zhu Cilang waved his hand and took the person down, too lazy to listen to the noise.

After a while, the inspectors and inspectors of the military headquarters were also brought over. These people knelt in a row, lowering their heads and not talking.

Zhu Cixuan pointed at them: "Do you have anything else to say?"

The logistics officer of the acceptance team looked up: "Back to your Majesty, when we inspected the military rations, we did not find any quality problems."

Zhu Cixuan went up and kicked him out: "There is no quality problem. Do you think I am blind? Now that the stolen person has been captured, you still dare to argue."

The inspector was kicked and did not dare to move: "Your Majesty, there is really no quality problem. I dare to use the head to guarantee it. I will do everything according to the rules and regulations. If there is any problem, I am willing to pay my order."

Zhu Cixuan took back his horn and pointed at the trembling inspector: "You said, how do you inspect? You haven't seen it either?"

The inspector quickly replied: "Your Majesty, these... they are all mixed into the third-class military ration. Although we saw this in the inspection, these are not under the jurisdiction of the Logistics Department. It is Your Majesty's business, so we are not inconvenient to say more questions.

We thought...we thought it was instructed by the above and did it on purpose."

Zhu Cixuan was suspicious: "Class III military rations? When did military rations still be classified in this way?"

The inspector on one side wiped the nosebleed from his face: "By your Majesty, Class I military ration refers to the military rations supplied to the Ming army, and Class II military rations are exported to the bounty hunters and the people to try fresh.

The third type of military ration is the military ration that supplies vassal states, indigenous peoples, Jing'an army and slaves.

Generally, the best materials are used for Class I military rations, and the inspection is the most stringent. The general materials and the scraps of Class I military rations are used for Class II military rations.

Second-class materials and scraps of second-class military rations are used to make third-class military rations, which have always been the practice of various military ration workshops.

When we inspected the inspection, it was difficult to distinguish whether these workshops were deliberately adulterated or made three types of military rations according to regulations.”

This was the first time Zhu Cilang heard that there was another rule. Seeing that it was not the Ming soldiers who ate, Zhu Cilang's face improved a lot.

Now it can be confirmed that this workshop is adulterated. The dead cat, rotten dog, dead pork purchased from outside is definitely not within the regulations. However, because the management of the third category of military rations is relatively relaxed, everyone turned a blind eye.

Zhu Cilang, a dark face, said angrily: "Even if the third-class military ration is used, it must be safe. How can you ensure hygiene of this kind of thing? Once there is a problem with eating, it will be the signature of the imperial military ration! Besides, what taste can this taste?"

The inspector looked up: "Your Majesty, this grain will be fumigated and disinfected for more than ten minutes before packaging. There should be no safety issues, and as long as you don't buy these meat from unknown sources like this person, there will generally be no major problems.

When producing the third category of military rations, a large amount of spices, peppers, etc. are used to cover up these odors, so they cannot be eaten at all."

Zhu Cixuan finally didn't think about what to do: "Precautions should be done according to the procedures. This matter is not easy to be publicized, and it is not appropriate to deal with it seriously. Strengthen supervision of military ration production in various places, so that such obviously broken meat cannot appear!

As for the responsibility of supervision, how can you be perfunctory? Be careful in the future! That acceptance officer, I will ask you, will these vassal troops and Jing'an troops not accept them?"
Chapter completed!