The days when I was working in the West Factory

Chapter 122 Counting Rice Grains

"What does Zhao Zhenfu envoy mean by this?"

Seeing Zhao Yu standing in front of her, Liu Jin's expression also changed.

For the sake of being nine thousand years old, he didn't dare to do anything to Zhao Yu, but it didn't mean that he was really afraid of Zhao Yu, the governor of Jinyiwei Beisi!

Zhao Yu is Jiu Qiansui's guest of honor, but Liu Jin is the confidant of Qiansui Lord. In Qiansui Lord's heart, he, the official in charge of punishment, is even closer than Governor Cao Zhengchun!
"It's nothing interesting, just who will pay for the overturned pot of hot porridge?" Zhao Yu waved his hand, then pointed to the overturned pot of hot porridge with a smile and said.

Hearing that Zhao Yu was just for a pot of porridge, Liu Jin was slightly relieved, and then looked at Chen Zhong who was standing aside.

"Humph!"

Chen Zhong snorted coldly, then took out an ingot of around ten taels of silver from his cuff, and threw it into the overturned hot porridge in front of Zhao Yu.

Those who work hard for the four people follow the hierarchical system of scholars, farmers, businessmen and commerce.So it stands to reason that the status of businessmen in Dagan is not high.

But Chen Zhong, a businessman, is different. His status as a businessman is like a spokesperson, and the master behind him has a much higher status than Zhao Yuxuan.

Therefore, as a big businessman, Chen Zhong usually doesn't pay attention to some officials.

But in the capital, everyone knew that Chen Zhong was a dog raised by Nine Thousand Years Old, so they dared not give him face!

Ten taels of silver is usually enough to buy fifteen shi of rice, and in this porridge market, it is enough to make porridge and rice for two or three days.

"go!"

Liu Jin glanced at Zhao Yu, then turned around and left.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yu directly slashed the Xiuchun knife in his hand, blocking their way again.

"What else do you want?!"

This time, Chen Zhong couldn't bear it anymore, he passed Liu Jin directly, and looked angrily at Zhao Yu who was blocking the way with his knife.

In Kyoto, what kind of high-ranking official has he never seen?

With the golden signboard of Nine Thousand Years Old, who would dare not give Chen Zhong a three-pointer?
"Do you want to settle this little money? What about sending the beggar?!"

Zhao Yu flicked the silver ingots in the porridge and rice with his foot, and looked at the fat guy with big ears with a sneer.

Today, he must scrape off two layers of oil from this fat pig!
"I also ask the Zhao Zhenfu envoy to make it clear..."

Seeing that Chen Zhong still wanted to talk, Liu Jin who was on the side quickly took over the conversation.

"Since Eunuch Liu is so forthright, I will not make things difficult for him..."

Zhao Yu glanced at Liu Jin, then waved behind him and said, "Come here, count the rice grains that have been spilled on the ground, so that the envoy of the town can settle the score!"

Count food?

Everyone was taken aback, but some of the wrestlers from the supervisory department stepped forward, pouted their buttocks and started counting rice grains on the ground.

"Master Zhao, what exactly do you intend to do?!"

Liu Jin was also angry. Originally, for the sake of Jiu Qiansui, he didn't want to get too entangled with Zhao Yu.

But now even the blind can see that this guy just wants to find fault!

"Since you want to pay, you have to calculate the accounts clearly. The governor of the town has always done things impartially. Don't worry, I will definitely not ask him for a tael of silver!"

Zhao Yu held the Xiuchun knife in his backhand, and said righteously.

"Ten taels of silver is not enough?"

Hearing this, Liu Jin stared at the ten taels of silver trampled by Zhao Yu, and asked with a frown.

"I heard that the emperor rewarded Duke Dongchang with a piece of toilet paper. After Governor Cao returned home, he offered the toilet paper in the main hall and burned incense three times a day..."

When he said this, Zhao Yu turned his head and glanced at Liu Jin and asked, "According to Mr. Liu, how much is this straw paper worth?"

"A royal gift from the king is the mighty grace of the emperor, not to mention just a piece of straw paper, no matter how useless it is, it is also a priceless treasure!"

A father-in-law is a sweet talker, Liu Jin subconsciously answered in the direction of Chengtian Gate after Zhao Yu finished speaking.

"That's right, the rice grains from the porridge field were bestowed by the emperor himself. It was given by the emperor to relieve disasters and save the people. I'm afraid the ten taels of silver are suspected of humiliating the emperor's kindness?"

After Zhao Yu finished speaking, he turned around and said to Chen Zhong in a strange manner: "Based on this alone, it is not too much to confiscate this guy's family and exterminate his family!"

This Jin Yiwei may not be able to do anything else, but he is familiar with the way of framing.

Hearing Zhao Yu's words, Chen Zhong trembled with fright.

"Zhao Zhenfu's words are serious. Shopkeeper Chen also did it unintentionally. Our family still has official business, so it is inconvenient to stay for a long time. Please ask Zhao Zhenfu to express it."

Liu Jin knew that Chen Zhong must be bleeding today.

"A tael of silver..."

Zhao Yu stretched out a finger to Liu Jin and Chen Zhong, and then said calmly, "One grain of rice is one tael of silver!"

Not to mention Liu Jin and Chen Zhong, even the people around looked at Zhao Yu subconsciously, thinking that the Shangguan had lost his mind and went crazy.

These rice grains are not made of gold, one tael of silver per grain of rice, thanks to this guy's daring to speak out!
Liu Jin's complexion changed, and then he looked at Zhao Yu with a sneer and said, "Master Zhen Fushi, there is a way to keep a line in order to meet each other in the future. You are so aggressive today, aren't you afraid..."

Although Liu Jin didn't finish his sentence, anyone with a discerning eye knew that he was going to move out of Nine Thousand Years to suppress Zhao Yu!

"Why? Eunuch Liu thinks that the rice grains bestowed by the emperor are not worth the price?" Zhao Yu brushed the sharp blade with one hand and looked at Liu Jin with a half-smile.

Liu Jin with a livid face could only stare at Zhao Yu, but dared not say a word.

What can he say?
Could it be that Zhao Yu was wrong when he opened his mouth?

Chen Zhong couldn't bear the crime of humiliating the emperor's grace, and he, Liu Jin, couldn't afford it either!
Seeing that Liu Jin was stunned by the person in front of him, Chen Zhong was anxious.

"It's so courageous. Although I am a merchant, there are nine people standing behind me..."

puff!

Before Chen Zhong could finish speaking, he picked up the knife light.

Chen Zhong pointed at Zhao Yu's right hand, which was chopped off from the elbow by the knife.

"Come here, take this troublemaker to Beisi Prison! We will make a decision after counting the number of these rice grains by the warriors from the Supervision Department Headquarters!"

Zhao Yu, who was bargaining like a merchant just a moment ago, now has a murderous look on his face.

"Follow the order!"

Immediately after Zhao Yu's words fell, guards in brocade clothes stepped forward and dragged Chen Zhong down.

Outside the porridge field, it was snowing heavily.

The blood that flowed from the place where Chen Zhong broke his arm has been extending from the porridge market outside Xizhimen to the capital!
"Zhao! Yu!!"

Liu Jin stared at Zhao Yu who was standing with a knife in front of her, and said through gritted teeth, "Okay, very good! Our family will take over the play sung by Lord Zhen Fushi today!"

"Walk slowly, don't send!"

Zhao Yu replied coldly without raising his eyelids.

……

After Liu Jin took the people away, Jin Yichuan cautiously stepped forward, and whispered next to Zhao Yu: "My lord, the Nine Thousand Years..."

Although he was not as sophisticated as Shen Lian and Lu Jianxing, he knew that Zhao Yu's face was completely torn clean by Zhao Yu's fuss today.

A wealthy businessman doesn't care, even Liu Jin, the eunuch in charge of the East Factory, they don't care.

But after all, beating a dog depends on the owner!
(End of this chapter)