Lord of the Desert

Chapter 268 Dragon Snake Transformation

Five days later.

December eleventh.

At dawn, the jade dragon is fighting fiercely, and scales and armor are falling all over the sky (from Wan Yanliang's "Nian Nujiao").

It was noon when the snow stopped.

Heng Wei walked out of the corridor, nodded to the governor's guards, walked through the atrium and opened the study door.

The heat is coming.

Close the door, winter is locked out.

A rattling mechanical sound came from the side.

Heng Wei glanced at the sound.

A brand new pendulum clock inlaid with jade sits on the high table, replacing the old lotus flower clock.

According to the master craftsman who made the instrument, the round trip of the long pendulum is [-]th of an hour, that is, one "second".

Seconds, He Mang also.

The vernal equinox produces grass, and the summer solstice sundial scene can be seen;

As the pendulum sounded, Heng Wei knew that the time was like an arrow, and he couldn't control it at all.

"Taiwan making."

He paused slightly, turned to the side room to say hello, opened the chair and sat down.

There was an opened letter on the table.

Jin Ziming sat behind the table.

"What's the matter?"

He read another gilded letter folder in his hand, and asked without raising his eyelids.

"I just came back from the Martial Arts Academy."

Heng Wei said.

"Meet Wang Jinglong?"

Jin Ziming took the words and focused on two things.

"Yes, he never let go before."

Heng Wei replied.

"But maybe I saw the seriously injured Ao Zhiji being taken into prison a few days ago, and this time my tone softened."

Jin Ziming nodded: "These people in the rivers and lakes are hard-working people."

"Ruozhang Martial Academy..."

He said a few more words, shut himself up, and signaled his subordinates to continue.

"Wang Jinglong is still unwilling to testify directly—hmph, in the words of that guy, 'the family will live the rest of their lives'."

Heng Wei sneered.

"However, if we have enough physical evidence, he is willing to cooperate as a witness."

Jin Ziming breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's enough - there are too many things in the accounts, and there are too many to check."

He put down the notebook he had finished reading.

Seeing this, Heng Wei asked, "Did the platform come from Shenjing?"

"Yes."

Jin Ziming replied.

"This is His Majesty's court order, mainly to reprimand and supervise, and the tone is stricter than before."

"This secret letter is from His Highness."

As he spoke, he pointed to the first letter - this His Highness is obviously the Third Prince.

"It's said that there is a lot of discussion in Shenjing, and there are snowflake-like memorials flying from Xijing every day. Nine out of ten are impeachment of me."

"It is said that we harass the local area and practice the law of cruel officials, causing all industries to wither."

"In short, the people of Xijing changed their expressions when they heard the Governor's name, and they dare not take a boat on the Yao River..."

Jin Ziming laughed as he said that.

"It can only be said that it was as expected."

Heng Wei scoffed when he heard the words: "They can only play such old methods, nothing new."

"Old or new is not important, the key is whether it is useful or not."

Jin Ziming shook his head.

"According to His Highness, if there is no decisive result, I can only stay in this position until the beginning of next spring at most."

"The matter of consummation and return to the public has attracted the attention of the world; as the governor, I can be said to be sitting on a fireworks tube."

"The eight parts of Kyushu are all waiting to see a good show!"

He leaned back in the chair and shrugged his shoulders, like an ordinary old man in the streets and alleys.

On the opposite side of the table, Heng Wei's back was straight.

"According to the estimates from the visit, the consumption rate in Liangzhou is as high as [-]%; if it is paid in one fell swoop, even if the money to be returned is included, it will be enough to save [-]%."

"This is equivalent to adding 200 million taels of tax to the imperial court every year!"

"Such a heavenly skill, how easy is it?"

His breathing became heavy.

"But with the weight of a platform, not to mention the fireworks, Huoyanshan can also be suppressed!"

The voice is firm.

Jin Ziming glanced at him, trembling and laughing.

"I'm only a hundred and twenty catties, skinny, where's the weight?"

He tapped the raised cheekbones with his bony fingers and joked.

"Although the platform is thin, its heart is like gold and stone, and its bones are like iron."

Heng Wei answered seriously.

"To clarify the world, it must be in the platform, it must be in the Highness..."

After the twelve words were finished, the pendulum clock rang to tell the hour on the hour.

The sound of the bell dissipated, and the room was silent for a while.

Just when the two were in a daze, there was a knock on the door outside the study.

Tee, Tee, Tee.

Jin Ziming's emptiness concentrated in an instant, and with a push from his back, he fully supported his entire skeleton.

"Come in."

Entering with the biting cold wind was Cao Zheng from the Boat Administration.

"The sunken ship of Niu Yinbo has been fished up."

What he reported was supposed to be good news.

His complexion was distinctly heavy.

"say clearly."

Jin Ziming said in a deep voice.

"Things in the boat are not what they thought they were."

Cao Zheng replied with a forced smile.

"Is there a part missing?"

Heng Wei frowned and asked.

"Private salt will naturally melt when it meets water."

"Master Heng, the cargo hold is full."

Cao Zheng's smile became more and more bleak.

"It's just that there is no iron armor, it's all linen..."

Heng Wei swallowed, and unconsciously looked at Jin Ziming.

The latter looked at Cao Zheng without changing his face.

"Then the weight of this case is much smaller."

"Hemp is cheap cloth, but you can't owe too much tax."

He reached for the stone pot, smiled and poured two cups of tea, and pushed them to the two of them respectively.

"Taiwan-making is more than that."

Cao Zheng gritted his teeth.

"As soon as the ship landed, someone from Fuboxing sent a tax guide to the office - this batch of goods was actually tax-paid!"

Hearing this, Heng Wei's forehead broke out with sweat.

"How is it possible to pay taxes?"

"If the goods are fine, why did Wang Jinglong fight with Tiqi?"

He almost jumped up, and said two rhetorical questions in a fierce tone.

Cao Zheng pursed his lips and did not reply.

Heng Wei didn't really need someone to answer - he went to support the table, but accidentally pressed his hand on the empty space, and fell back into the chair.

The silence lasted only a short time.

"I know about this, thank you."

Jin Ziming said to Cao Zheng in a calm voice.

"Add another [-]% to the schedule of 'Quanzhong Jun'; if he wants to leave in these two days, please apologize for me, I may not have time to see you off..."

The latter took the order and went in a hurry, even forgetting to close the door.

Ice flowed through the house and easily covered the stove.

Only the pendulum clicked continuously, like a war drum.

Jin Ziming and Heng Wei got up at the same time and went out one after the other.

No one said where to go, each just walked.

The wind is strong.

Flying clouds, dragons and snakes change.

After passing through two courtyards, Jin Ziming pushed open the door and entered the side room.

There are four or five tables and seven or eight people in the room, and the books, paper and pens are messy.

The room is warm and peaceful.

It seems that everyone has work in their hands, but the atmosphere is cold.

Shi Xu Xiangxia, the chief of staff behind the scenes, was sitting on the inside, and was startled when he heard the door being pushed open.

Seeing that it was the benefactor coming in, he hurriedly got up to meet him.

"Is the account reconciled?"

Jin Ziming ignored etiquette and asked questions.

The other party opened his mouth when he heard the words, but he didn't know how to reply.

"The entries haven't been washed yet?"

Seeing this, Heng Wei questioned, very anxious.

"Didn't you say that Fuboxing's bookkeeping method is not clever..."

PS: It has been two weeks, and the status has basically recovered, and we will start working again today.

Last Friday was the worst day, and after that, it gets better day by day.

Funnily enough, the day after I cleared my mind after taking a leave of absence, my stomach and sleep problems seemed to be all gone.

Digestion is smooth, and it is easy to fall asleep without taking medicine.

Then three days later, I couldn't help but start to conceive the outline and details, the biological clock disappeared immediately, and I began to fall asleep at six or seven in the morning.

So far, we can know that there is nothing wrong in the world, and nothing is disturbing.

I can't make much money from writing, and I am still suffering mentally and physically, but no matter how much my family persuades me, I am still determined to write.

This is probably due to interest, food and love?

Let everyone laugh haha.

I still haven't saved the manuscript, and I plan to count as much as I can write every day.

Sleeping pills should be taken as soon as they are needed. (PS is added later)

(End of this chapter)