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

Zhao Qingyuan didn't come here this time to hoard those rare taels of silver.

This time I came here with only one purpose, and that was to win over the bureaucrats and gentry of Ningguo Mansion with the help of Jing County's disaster relief.

He was not sure at first, but after Hu Hanshan made such a fuss, he beat his master Huang Zicheng again and offended the bureaucrats and gentry in Jiangxi.

Another half of the relief food had to be taken, which cut off the source of income of the officials of the Ningguo Mansion, and offended the officials of the Ningguo Mansion to death.

Zhao Qingyuan now wants to help Hu Hanshan get relief food instead, pretending to be forced and helpless: "I didn't expect you to be the general flag of the General Secretary's Yamen, and you also brought a group of inspectors holding embroidered spring knives."

The officials of the Ningguo Mansion just heard the word inspection, and their hearts trembled all the time, as if they had seen a man-eating ghost.

The inspectors of the General Secretary's Office are much more terrifying than the cannibal ghosts. Even if the evil ghosts eat people, they only eat one person. The inspectors of the General Secretary's Office are different.

When the case was printed empty, the school inspectors were dispatched everywhere, carrying a booklet to the officials' houses everywhere.

Not to visit the officials, but to gather evidence against the officials.

As long as there is a little involvement in the Kongyin case, even if it is just a nodding acquaintance, they will all be convicted by the prosecutor of the General Secretary's Yamen.

After hearing the news, Jin Yiwei took action, arrested the whole family of those officials and imprisoned them, tortured them into tricks, and admitted that they had something to do with the Kongyin case.

The officials of the Ningguo Mansion were even more afraid of the inspection by the General Administration Department than Jin Yiwei.

The inspector of the Tongzhengsi Yamen is good at catching rumors and fabricating charges, while Jin Yiwei arrests and kills people after getting the news.

Zhao Qingyuan saw the fearful attitude of the officials of the Ningguo Mansion, and he was [-]% to [-]% sure about this matter: "As long as you stop messing around, half of the disaster relief food will be given to you."

After Zhao Qingyuan finished speaking, he glanced at Huang Zicheng, who had bruised cheekbones. Even now, he still didn't care about his injury.

I have been thinking about how to help the proprietor Zhao Qingyuan to complete this plan.

Huang Zicheng gave Hu Hanshan a positive look, and buried a hole for Hu Hanshan: "These relief food should be distributed by Ningguo government officials according to the official rules."

"You've gone halfway through your claim, and if something goes wrong, you will be responsible for the crime alone."

Hu Hanshan understood what Zhao Qingyuan and Huang Zicheng were talking about in collusion, nothing more than one thing, which delayed the hoarding of Ningguo government officials.

Let them lose half of the silver, and form a beam, and still have a deep hatred like killing their parents.

Zhao Qingyuan and Huang Zicheng thought they had buried a hole for him and made him offend the officials of the entire Ningguo Mansion, and it was too late to regret it.

Hu Hanshan was eager to do this: "This is what you said, you can eat and drink as much as you want here."

"The county horse left with half of the relief food, and I won't waste it with you here."

Hu Hanshan immediately left the post station with the inspector of the General Administration Department, and rushed to Jingxian County as quickly as possible according to his original arrangement.

The officials of the Ningguo Mansion who stayed in the station watched Hu Hanshan's leaving back, especially the caravan that was suddenly split in half.

Those faces studded with copper coin eyes twitched, cursing Hu Hanshan viciously in their hearts.

Droughts and floods don't happen often, and after a while, the entire Ningguo Mansion officials can take advantage of this opportunity to make a good fortune.

But before they started making money, they cut it in half, and their hearts were full of resentment towards Hu Hanshan.

Zhao Qingyuan called the official in charge of the post station and asked him to arrange another good table: "This is the end of the matter, no matter what, we should have a full stomach before continuing to provide disaster relief."

Officials of the Ningguo Mansion are still in the mood to eat and drink here, let alone go to Jing County.

Sitting on the flower pear official hat chair, holding a bean green glaze tureen and drinking tea in boredom, Huangshan pineapple tea has lost its taste.

There is only bitterness left, and there is an inexplicable bitter taste in the mouth, and the heart is even more bitter.

Zhao Qingyuan and Huang Zicheng saw the behavior of the officials of the Ningguo Mansion, and knew that the dust had settled, but they exchanged cups and ate there to enjoy themselves.

Back on the carriage, Huang Zicheng cupped his hands and said, "The proprietor's plan this time is pretty sure."

"Next, we only need to carry out disaster relief step by step. With the background of Hu Hanshan's bastard behavior, the officials of Ningguo Mansion must be very grateful to the proprietor."

Zhao Qingyuan was in a good mood, and lit a stick of sandalwood in the carriage. The spices transported by the Chaozhou Gang from Nanyang gave off a refreshing fragrance.

I don't know if it was because of his happy mood, but Zhao Qingyuan felt that the spices were a bit stronger than usual: "Without half of the silver, the officials of the Ningguo Mansion and the local squires are probably hating Hu Hanshan to the bone now. .”

"My little Marquis, who abides by the rules of the officialdom, may become a living Bodhisattva with kind eyebrows and kind eyes in the eyes of Ningguo government officials."

"For the follow-up arrangement of this matter, I still have to count on Master Huang to help me a lot."

Huang Zicheng closed his eyes leisurely, and smelled the high-quality sandalwood: "Don't worry, the proprietor, Huang will write a letter to the Jiangxi Testing Center in Jinling."

"Let the scholars in the test hall contact their uncles and elders, and spare no effort to publicize the ins and outs of this disaster relief for the proprietor."

"I guess it won't be long before Jinling will spread the reputation of the proprietor as a kind man in the officialdom."

Zhao Qingyuan smiled and said nothing, as if he was waiting for the next sentence.

Huang Zicheng pondered for a moment, and made a proper arrangement: "There are also Ningguo government officials and local gentry here. Huang will also visit several bureaucrats and gentry from Jiangxi."

"As a well-known person in the Jiangxi Trial Hall, Huang has a bit of a face, and they should be able to help the proprietor continue to promote the official reputation in the local area."

Jinling and the local officials made corresponding arrangements. Zhao Qingyuan got the result he wanted, and took out a stack of Ming Dynasty banknotes from the sleeve of the red pomegranate pattern Ningsi.

Zhao Qingyuan put the Daming banknotes in front of Huang Zicheng, and said sincerely: "The garden where I live is going to change the Spring Festival couplets this year, and please ask Mr. Huang to write a couplet for his face. This is for Mr. Huang's embellishment fee."

Scholars want to be greedy for money, but they also have to pretend to find some dispensable excuses.

The pen fee is that the scholar changed the word greed into elegance, so that he gained face and some money.

Huang Zicheng just glanced at it, and knew that this stack of Daming banknotes was at least 100 taels, so he readily accepted the refill fee.