Daming: I'm rotten, my father is Hu Weiyong

Chapter 101

bad reputation?
In the whole of Jinling, besides Uncle Guo, there is a second reputation worse than Hu Hanshan.

Hu Hanshan squinted at Huang Zicheng, not wanting to talk nonsense with him here: "It's useless to argue, let's wait for Zhao Qingyuan to seize the reason for the imprisonment, whether it is because of disaster relief."

Before Hu Hanshan could rush home, Song Zhong led Jin Yiwei to find him again.

Song Zhong pointed to the fifty Jinyi guards behind him, and said with a flattering smile: "Please trouble Master Hu to go to Jing County again, and if you have enough time, go to Ningguo Mansion by the way."

Hu Hanshan had long wanted to lead a group of Jinyi guards to pass through the city in a majestic manner, but he didn't expect that he would have a chance, and took a roster from Song Zhong: "Song Qianhu, don't worry."

"This time there will be absolutely no mistakes in arresting people. All the officials on the roster will not let a single person go."

The General Banner of Jinyiwei who was originally sent to Ningguo Mansion and Jing County to arrest people was not Hu Hanshan, who made him the only brother who regarded Song Zhong as a human being.

Song Zhong doesn't say anything on the surface, but at some critical moments, he can still make some accommodations within the scope of his rights.

Song Zhong knew that Hu Hanshan must have been a little angry in his heart for the disaster relief some time ago, so he wanted to let him go and arrest those corrupt officials himself, and let out his bad breath.

Hu Hanshan rode a big Liaodong horse, and immediately rushed to Jing County with fifty Jinyi guards.

Traveling all over the world, they came to the Yamen of Jingxian County. Hu Hanshan waved his hand, and a guard in Jinyi, wearing a flying fish suit and holding an embroidered spring knife, rushed directly into the gate of the county government office.

The third class and six house servants who were guarding the door just wanted to stop this group of officers and soldiers who appeared from nowhere.

Just took a look, and all of them knelt on the ground in a panic, not daring to stop them in the slightest.

The yamen servants may not know the young prime minister Hu Hanshan, but there is no one who does not know Feiyu suit.

Over the years, so many corrupt officials have been killed, and the Feiyu suit has long scared the officials out of their wits.

The county magistrate of Jing County and the third class and the head of the sixth house were drinking tea in the back yamen, discussing how to share the profit that they had hoarded this time.

The household manager kept all the accounts in his mind and did not dare to write them down on paper, for fear of leaking them out: "This time, the bulk of the hoarding was basically taken away by the officials of the Ningguo Mansion."

"A total of thousands of acres of fertile land and more than 1000 taels of Daming treasures are left."

When the magistrate of Jing County heard this, he also understood how to divide the profit: "I am a floating official, not a native of Jing County, and I will leave Jing County in a few years."

"It's useless to hold the land in Jingxian County. A few colleagues will see how much Daming banknotes they can convert, and they can all be exchanged for Daming banknotes for me."

Bureaucrats and gentry always have an uncontrollable desire and obsession with land. Every time there is a drought or flood, they will always try their best to annex the land of the common people.

No matter how good the banknotes of the Ming Dynasty are, no matter how gorgeous the magpies are on the branches of golden flowers and satin, there is no acre of fertile land that can extend the blessings of the clan.

Daming banknotes are gone when they are spent, and magpies and golden silks are gone when they are used up. Only the land will grow grain and crops one after another.

The local squires in the third class and six houses, such as the household manager, knew that this was the magistrate’s initiative to give benefits, and reciprocating the favor would not make the magistrate suffer: “This time, the hoarding of the land acquired by the family includes high-quality irrigated fields and low-grade dry fields.”

"According to the current market price, it ranges from 20 taels of silver to 50 taels of silver."

"You can take all the more than 1000 two big Mingbao banknotes on the book, and I will wait for nine people to collect 4000 two big Mingbao banknotes and give them to the county magistrate."

The county magistrate of Jing County knew that the household manager was making a profit, so he converted all the fertile land into high-quality irrigated fields for him, earning at least two thousand more money.

This is why the magistrate of Jing County didn't care about everything. If he really cares about it and annoys the local gentry such as the third class and the sixth house, he will be dumbfounded when he only gives the land.

When the magistrate of Jing County was transferred from the county government, the gentry of the third class and six houses had a lot of ways to embezzle the land he left behind.

The county magistrate of Jing County reached out for the box with red and black Ruyi patterns, which contained more than 1000 banknotes of the two major Ming treasures that were looted this time.

Before the magistrate of Jing County put his hand on the red and black wishful-patterned box, there was a bang, and Hu Hanshan kicked open the carved double wooden door of the Houya.

The light shone in the slightly dim yamen room, and the magistrates of Jing County and the local squires of the third class and the sixth house inevitably raised the sleeves of their official uniforms to block the glare of the light.

The county magistrate of Jing County waited until his eyes got used to the sudden light, and when he saw Hu Hanshan coming, he didn't look kindly towards him: "Young Master Hu, please leave the county office if you don't have official business."

"The county magistrate has some important matters to discuss with the case in charge of the third class and the sixth room. It is inconvenient for Master Hu to wait for the official here to discuss matters."

"In addition, trespassing on the county government office is a felony, so Young Master Hu should not embarrass Prime Minister Zuo."

The case in charge of the third class and the sixth house did not look good on Hu Hanshan. If he hadn't been a hindrance, he would have been able to get more than 1000 mu of fertile land by hoarding this time.

Hu Hanshan walked over, picked up the red and black ruyi pattern box from the huanghuali round table, and took a look: "Hehe, there are quite a lot of Ming Dynasty banknotes in it."

"It's more than 1000 taels to say the least. It seems that you really made a lot of money in this disaster relief."

"Shut up!" The magistrate of Jing County suddenly slapped the table and scolded, "Do you know that framing an official is also a felony?"

"Don't think that you can do anything wrong just because you are the eldest son of Prime Minister Zuo. I am a bureaucrat and gentry from eastern Zhejiang. If you really talk about your background, I am not afraid of you at all."

Standing behind the county magistrate were the bureaucrats and gentry in eastern Zhejiang, who would not rush to curry favor with Hu Hanshan, and even somewhat looked down on Hu Hanshan, who was born in Huaixi.

The bureaucrats and gentry in eastern Zhejiang have been scholarly families since the Song Dynasty, and the nobles in Huaixi, let alone the former dynasty, were all mud legs that were planed in the soil three to fifty years ago.

With a flick of his right hand, Hu Hanshan threw the red and black ruyi pattern box to Jin Yiwei behind him, and said with a smile: "Come here, grab them all and send them to the Imperial Prison."

Hu Hanshan's smile looked inexplicably majestic, and seven or eight Jinyi guards rushed into the Yamen's room immediately, and put embroidered spring knives on their necks.

The magistrate said that he was not afraid of Hu Hanshan, but he was just bluffing by taking advantage of the power of the bureaucrats and gentry in eastern Zhejiang.

When he saw the flying fish suit that was more dazzling than the light, his face turned pale with fright, his body softened, and he slid off the official hat chair.

The magistrate thought that according to the law of the Ming Dynasty, as long as he corrupted dozens of taels of silver, he would be skinned. A corrupt official like him who has embezzled more than 1000 taels of silver will inevitably end up with a family raid and extermination.

The county magistrate of Jing County burst into tears, and said indiscriminately: "The officials of Ningguo Mansion forced me to do these things."

"If I don't join forces with others, I won't be able to keep the title of official on my head."

(End of this chapter)