Merry Xianggong Ximen Qing

() In the eyes of the boatman, Ximen Qing's image suddenly became taller, and his white robe was gently raised in the wind, which also had a bit of fairy air.

Lin Lingsu is a fairy-like figure, and officials should be polite when they see her; let alone a living fairy standing in front of him?

The boatman's knees softened, and he fell to his knees again: "Immortal! What should a villain do?"

Ximen Qing's pretentious pinching technique is actually just a way of pinching his fingers to make a shape; fortunately, he has become familiar with it recently, and pinching has a certain shape.

"Hey! I have Taoism, and I am here to relieve your suffering!" Ximen Qing shouted: "Even if ten or eight dragon kings come together, it is not enough for me to be struck by lightning!"

The boatman wiped his sweat in secret. There are dragon kings in the river. Everyone admits this, but even the sea has only four dragon kings in the south, east, west, and north. How could there be ten or eight dragon kings all of a sudden?

It was almost time for the miscellaneous fish to have a meeting.

"This fairy" the boatman settled down and said, "There is only one dragon king in this river."

Ximen Qing pinched the formula and pointed to the water with his right hand: "Okay! I'll kill the entire Dragon King today! Come to Tianlei!"

"This fairy, please wait!" The boatman hesitated, and asked with gestures: "How big is the range of the thunder of the fairy, let alone the boat of the villain, what should I do with the cargo of the fairy?"

"Huh? Range?" Ximen Qing tilted his head and thought for a while: "It's only about a foot! Boatman, don't worry, I will naturally cast a spell to send you to the cargo on the ship behind, and I don't want it!"

The boat owner was immediately dumbfounded, and he relied on the boat for a living. What if the boat was destroyed?

"Immortal!" The boatman kowtowed a few times and said, "Although the Dragon King makes waves, he also has the responsibility of spreading clouds and rain. It doesn't matter if the god kills the Dragon King. What will be done in the future when there is a severe drought on both sides of the strait?"

Ximen Qing was in the middle of his arms, he laughed and said: "You are also on the left, and you are also on the right. What do you want to do? Ordinary people are troublesome!"

"The gods cast spells to scare the Dragon King back." The boatman faltered.

"It's really troublesome."

Ximen Qing deliberately made some expressions, and the boatman kowtowed for fear of offending the gods.

Immediately afterwards, Ximen Qing rolled up his sleeves, casually put his hand into the water, stirred it twice and shouted at the same time: "Dragon King, your mother told you to go home for dinner!"

"What kind of spell is this?"

The boatman suddenly had an ominous feeling in his heart.

Ximen Qing shook the river water with his hand, as if saying goodbye to someone: "No more!"

Turning his face around, Ximen Qing yelled at the boatman: "The Dragon King is home for dinner, why don't you hurry up and row!"

"Pad! Paddle them all for me!"

The boatman also issued orders to his subordinates, regardless of whether the god really persuaded the Dragon King to go home for dinner, it is right to leave here as soon as possible.

"Shout the chant!" Ximen Qing shouted loudly again: "Shout the other boats too!"

Strange to say, the chants were loud and earth-shattering, but there was no movement under the water. The guys used all their strength to row the boat very fast, no matter whether it was the big fish or the dragon king, they were thrown far away.

In less than a moment, the ferry on the other side was clearly visible, and the boatman heaved a sigh of relief, looking at Ximen Qing with complicated eyes.

Even if Ximen Qing is not a god, this kind of courage is not something ordinary people can do.

When the boat arrived at the ferry, they boarded the springboard. Ximen Qing, Jiang Jing and others disembarked first, led the horses down, and found some porters to move the wine jars and disembark.

When I went back to find the boatman to calculate the money, the boatman was panicked and said that he didn't want Jiang Jing's money, which made Jiang Jing confused.

After the cart was hired, everyone got on their horses, Ximen Qing told the story, and everyone laughed when they heard it.

But Jiang Jing, the fortune teller, was a bit jealous: "There is indeed a dragon king in the river, and my master is so courageous."

"Even if the Dragon King shows up, I'm not afraid, let alone just some big fish." Ximen Qing said with a smile: "Even the Dragon King is beaten up by Tianlei everywhere."

Everyone was chatting and laughing, seeing that it was still early in the day, they were going to drive a cart straight to Bianliang, Tokyo.

The magician Jiang Jingzi had some calculations, and talked to Ximenqing, and rested in the inn north of Bianliang first.

"As long as the goods pass through the city gate, it will be a heavy tax. It is better to go to the city to find a wine store, or a place to live, and then slowly move it."

Jiang Jing's approach is a bit like that of later generations of water travelers, who gradually transported goods through customs in order to evade taxes piecemeal and beat ants to move.

"Is Huangcheng Secretary's waist card flashing, are you afraid of him?" Ximen Qing didn't believe this evil: "There is also a big inn in the city, are you afraid that it won't be able to accommodate these goods?"

After Jiang Jing thought about it, it was the same reasoning, and he blamed himself for being a businessman.

At this time, it was already the west of the sun, and everyone used some dry food indiscriminately, and when they were full, they pulled the cart to the gate of the city step by step.

The crowd came from the north of the city by crossing the Yellow River. At this moment, the Xin Suanzao Gate was in front of them. There were not many people entering the city at this time, but the wine transport team of Ximen Qing and others was very eye-catching.

The soldiers guarding the gate of the city saw it from a distance and their eyes lit up.

"Brother, here comes the oil and water." A soldier whispered to the soldier next to him, "Hurry up and find someone, this seems to be a wine transporter."

The tax on liquor has always been heavier and heavier. Let alone the layers of skin at the gate of the city, when the liquor store opens to sell it, you have to pay another tax.

As for how much tax to pay at the entrance of the city, that is to say, the tax officer at the gate of the city has the final say. Although the tax to be paid depends on the difference and quantity of the goods, but most of the time the tax officer is a bit rough and comes with his mouth open.

Alcohol is a commodity with huge profits, and the tax officer knows it well, so he often desperately asks for money. Most of the money is stuffed into his own pocket, and only a small part is paid.

So when Ximenqing's wine delivery team appeared at the gate of the city, the tax official brought two soldiers to stop the team, and asked arrogantly, "Where are the wine merchants?"

Ximen Qing was too lazy to show up first, so he called the fortune teller Jiang Jing to come forward to deal with it: "What orders do you have, sir?"

Although the tax official is a serious official, he is really not popular. Jiang Jing's "Master" made the tax official sternly ask: "What are you loading on this car?"

"My lord, it's wine."

Although the wine jars are sealed with mud, pottery is easy to smell, so a gust of wind blew over, and the smell of wine made the tax official sniff: "How many jars are there?"

"If you go back to your lord, there are about one hundred and seventy eighty altars."

Jiang Jing was telling the truth, but the tax official frowned: "One hundred and seventy eighty altars? Can't your master's eyes grow on dogs? There are obviously five hundred altars!"

The fortune-teller Jiang Jing also knew that such nonsense was a common practice of tax officials, so Ximen Qing didn't need to turn his face when he didn't say anything, so he replied, "How much tax do I have to pay?"

"Every altar is consistent." The tax official stretched out a finger carelessly and said, "If you have more than 500 altars, you can count them as five hundred altars, so you don't have to worry about counting."

Five hundred guan!

This is not a small sum, the tax official really opened his mouth, and the two soldiers behind him were also smiling, looking triumphant.

If it is an ordinary wine, it only sells for one or two bottles per pot. Although the prices in Bianliang, Tokyo are high, even if they are sold at a half-constant price, the tax official will take all the profits at once. Business?

Of course, the owner of this batch of goods is not an ordinary wine merchant, but Ximen Qing with some official background.

Immediately, Ximen Qing looked at the tax official with a big stomach and a pair of mustaches on his face, and felt disgusted in his heart.

Such people really exist in any era, and they have always rushed to the forefront to bully the people.

Most of the people who drive good people to Liangshan are of this kind.

But brother Mo came down from Mount Liang today.

Ximen Qing dismounted gracefully, coughed and said, "Leave it to me, Mr. Jiang."

Behind them, Wu Song and Sun Erniang also got off their horses and guarded from left to right; when the fleas were on the drum, they stroked their beards and smiled secretly, just waiting to see the good show.

The tax official saw that Ximen Qing was wearing a white robe with a mutton fat jade pendant hanging around his waist. His eyes greedily swept the jade pendant twice, and he still put on his official airs and said, "Who are you?"

"I am the owner of this batch of goods." Ximen Qing stepped forward with a smile and said, "If you have any orders, please come to me."

"Five hundred guan, plus that jade pendant."

The tax official stretched out his thick and short fingers and pointed at the Lei Gongshi on Ximenqing's waist: "My lord, I see that jade pendant is pretty good, why don't you take it off and present it?"

"Huh?" Behind Ximen Qing, Wu Song and Sun Erniang glared angrily when they saw that the tax official raised the price in the blink of an eye.

Bianliang, Tokyo is not a rural place, and it is obvious that holding a sharp knife is not for fun.

So Wu Song put away the pair of snowflake iron ring knives and put them on the car at the moment.

Although it was bare-handed, Wu Song's stare made the two soldiers behind the tax official tremble. One of the soldiers drew out his steel knife and stepped forward, shouting, "You man, what are you looking at!"

"Business makes money with harmony." The tax official said slowly: "Those who use swords and guns, you see, this hurts harmony."

"However, if you still don't see the five hundred guns, the master's soldiers can't be restrained."

"There are a lot of fine works in the Liao Kingdom and the Jin Kingdom these days. It's not good to cut you off as a special work. Do you think that's the reason?"

"Your Excellency said so." Ximen Qing smiled, told Jiang Jing to take out Zhang Jiaozi, put it in the tax official's hand and said, "It's not easy to stand at the gate of the city in this hot weather, so I'll give the money to my brothers for tea. "

The tax official took the money and smiled all over his face: "Look at you, you still know the rules."

Speaking of which, the tax official unfolded the jiaozi in his hand, and the smile on his face suddenly froze.

"Tongguan?" The tax official waved that consistent handgun angrily: "Did you come here specially to amuse the master?"

"Come on!"

"Here!" The two soldiers behind him responded, "What are your orders!"

"These are the secret work of the Liao Kingdom, catch them!"

"Wait a minute, my lord!" Ximen Qing slowly raised his right hand, spread out his five fingers and said, "My lord, please see what is in my hand?"

The romantic husband Ximen Qing:

Chapter 190 The Tax Official of the New Suanzao Gate:

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