I, Jiajing, successfully cultivated immortality

Chapter 115 Salt Tax Stolen
That night, Yan Mansion.

"Father, what should we do next, His Majesty let the child be the chief examiner!"

In Yan Song's study, Yan Shifan was looking sad, complaining to Yan Song non-stop.

"Hmph, Your Majesty asked you to be the chief examiner, so you should do it for me! If you fail, see how I deal with you." Yan Song might be a little impatient, took off his reading glasses, and said in a deep voice.

"But, father, my child has no experience in this field, if it is delayed..." Yan Shifan said, his voice gradually weakened.

"Learn if you have no experience, and ask if you don't know it. Isn't your father still here? You are useless!" Yan Song said, but he couldn't get angry.

"Father calm down, the child knows his mistake." Seeing his father's anger, Yan Shifan quickly said.

At this moment, a maid came into the study with a basin of hot water. Seeing this, Yan Shifan hurried forward to serve Yan Song and took off his shoes and socks.

After Yan Song put his feet into the hot water, his tone eased, and he asked Yan Shifan, "Are those guys honest?"

Yan Shifan naturally understood what Yan Song meant, and after thinking for a while, he responded, "Father, most of those guys have become honest, but there are still a very small number of people who rely on their seniority and don't take your order seriously."

"Hmph, if they dare to tamper with the salt tax this time, I will never spare them!" Yan Song said in a deep voice after listening to his son Yan Shifan's answer.

"It's just father, the child is still a little worried. After all, you have issued a "military order" with His Majesty before! I'm afraid Qingliu will..." Yan Shifan said, pausing for a moment, meaning.

"I understand what you said. The collection of salt tax this time will definitely obstruct the group and try to make the salt tax uneven."

As Yan Song said, he lifted his feet from the hot water. Seeing this, the maid at the side quickly wiped them dry with a silk towel.

"Ah, what should we do then, will we see you being punished by His Majesty?" Yan Shifan panicked when he heard Yan Song's words.

"It's okay, it's not me who should panic the most right now, but Yan Maoqing. His entire wealth and life are betting on this."

"If the salt tax is paid, he may still be able to live. If the salt tax is not collected, then his majesty will have to hang his head on the city wall of Beijing as a warning to others! And according to what I know about him, he must I will try my best to collect the salt tax by any means, and just wait for his good news."

"Besides, before Yan Maoqing set off, I had already sent someone to provide him with all the dirty information about the officials in Qingliu who might be in the way. He will know what to do."

After Yan Song finished speaking, he immediately added.

"What does father mean to let Yan Maoqing use black material to deal with those Qingliu officials?" Yan Shifan asked doubtfully after listening to his father's narration.

"In normal times, His Majesty might not care too much about it, but now is the time to collect salt tax, and Yan Maoqing's identity has also changed from the left deputy capital censor to the person in charge of the court's salt tax collection!"

"May I ask, is the impeachment proposed by the person in charge of the imperial court's salt tax enough?"

After Yan Song finished speaking, he immediately added another sentence.

……

At this time, Yan Maoqing was rushing to Zhejiang via the Grand Canal by boat.

"How soon can we reach Zhejiang?" Yan Maoqing got up from the bed, called the guards, and asked.

"My lord, according to the people on the previous ship, according to the current speed, we can reach Zhejiang in three days."

The guard in charge of Yan Maoqing's safety saw Yan Maoqing's question, and after thinking for a moment, he replied respectfully.

"Well, I see, you can go down and get busy." After getting the answer she wanted, Yan Maoqing waved her hand to signal her to leave.

"Yes, my lord!" the guard said, then turned and left.

Looking at the back of the guards leaving, Yan Maoqing sighed, and then took out an envelope from under the pillow, which contained all the black materials of the officials at Qingliu.

"Mr. Yan Ge is pushing me, Yan Maoqing, into the fire pit!" Yan Maoqing opened the envelope, and after seeing the name on it, said quietly.

Yan Maoqing knew very well that his collection of salt tax this time would definitely not go smoothly!I have always been a hard-core member of the strict party. Those officials of the Qingliu faction wished to get rid of me soon after seeing me. How could they honestly cooperate with me to collect the salt tax?
After being confused at the beginning, Yan Maoqing also quickly understood his position. This time, he will charge at the forefront, as the knife in Yan Song's hand, to attack the Qingliu faction!By the way, collect enough salt tax for the court.

"Hope everything goes well!"

After Yan Maoqing finished speaking, she came out of the room and went to the deck, looking at the night scene on the shore, wondering what she was thinking.

……

Zhejiang, Chief Secretary Yamen.

Since Hu Zongxian ordered it last time, Zheng Michang has not returned to his home, but has stayed in the yamen all day long, and every half hour, he has to personally take someone to check the warehouse where the salt tax is stored.

"My lord, my lord, it's time!" Just as Zheng Michang fell asleep, he was woken up by his subordinates.

"Who, dare to disturb my dream, don't you want to live?" Zheng Michang opened his hazy eyes, and after seeing the person clearly, he immediately lost his temper.

"My... my lord, you told me to wake you up every half an hour, saying that no matter what the situation was, I had to do this." Seeing that Zheng Michang was angry, the subordinate said aggrievedly.

"You... Oh, forget it, accompany me to the bank!" After finishing speaking, Zheng Bichang rubbed his eyes and said in a deep voice.

"Yes, my lord!" The subordinate responded repeatedly and led the way ahead.

Soon, Zheng Michang came down to the warehouse led by his subordinates. He yawned, then took out the key he was carrying, and opened the first lock!Then, his subordinate also took out another key from his pocket and opened the second lock.

"My lord, let's go in." After Zheng Michang's subordinates said, they got out of the way and let Zheng Michang enter first.

"Hey, why do you have to hand over so much money? If it's according to the previous..."

Looking at the neatly stacked silver taels, Zheng Michang's thoughts were racing, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Okay, let's start counting the numbers!" Zheng Michang looked away from the silver, he was afraid that if he continued to look at it like this, he would not be able to restrain his inner greed.

"Yes!" After receiving Zheng Michang's order, the subordinates behind him entered it, and began to count the amount of silver one by one against the booklet.

"87 taels, 92 taels, 6 million taels, 1106 million taels!"

"Hey, why is there a loss of 10 taels!"

The official in charge of counting the silver looked at the booklet in his hand and said doubtfully.

"What? How could there be 10 taels less? You must have not counted carefully." Zheng Michang, who was on the side, couldn't help but turn pale with shock when he heard this, and immediately lost sleepiness. Then he took the booklet from his hand and decided to check the warehouse himself The silver taels in it.

"89 taels, 3 taels, 1106 taels!" After Zheng Michang personally counted the silver taels in the warehouse, the souls of the dead could not help but tremble. It was over, and 10 taels of silver were missing!
Zheng Michang suppressed the panic in his heart, and ordered in a deep voice: "From now on, no one is allowed to enter or leave the office of the Chief Secretary, and those who violate it will be killed without mercy!"

"You go to the Governor's Mansion to report, and you say that the salt tax has been reduced by 10 taels!"

"Yes!"

The person pointed out by Zheng Michang responded quickly, and then left quickly, rushing to the governor's mansion.

(End of this chapter)