The king behind the empress

Chapter 215
Hearing Song Hui say that the officials of the household department would have objections, Mo Zizai smiled maliciously, "If they are jealous, then drag them into the water together, wouldn't it be better for everyone to accept bribes together."

"Ok?"

Song Hui was stunned for a moment. All the money he collected would be given to Mo Zizai, but other officials would not give it to Mo Zizai if they took bribes. Out of pocket money?
But before he could ask, Mo Zizai said with a smile: "But when they collect bribes, you should record who participated. If you can leave evidence, that would be the best."

"Your officer, I understand..."

Hearing what Mo Zizai said, Song Hui instantly understood what Mo Zizai meant, the money was terrible.

Mo Zizai was clearly using the money as bait. If any officials from the Ministry of Household Affairs dared to embezzle with him and bit off the bait, they would die waiting for them.

"Well, it's good to understand."

Seeing that Song Hui understood what he meant, Mo Zizai nodded in satisfaction, "You just need to hand over a note about Liangyin, and I will let His Majesty approve it."

"If there is anything difficult to do about other things, you can come to Jia Fu, and he will help you."

"Thank you, my lord." Hearing what Mo Zizai said, Song Hui cupped his hands and said, "Then I will take my leave first, and go back to arrange these things."

"Well, you go."

……

Under Mo Zizai's arrangement, the price of food in the capital rose strangely, and sometimes it could rise several times in a short period of time, causing the people in the capital to suffer unspeakably.

However, because he arranged for the Habayashi Army to enter Beijing to suppress it, and in order to prevent some people who could not afford rice from starving to death, Mo Zizai also set up several porridge places in the capital. No other thoughts.

In such a strange and peaceful atmosphere in the capital, the wedding date of Mo Zizai and Tang Weiyi is gradually approaching, and with the arrival of this festive day, some strange people gradually appear in the capital.

"Amitabha, does your Honglu Temple give this to the Sa family?"

In Honglu Temple, which is responsible for the reception of foreign affairs, a burly monk stared at the small official of Honglu Temple with two big eyes, as if he was about to strike if he disagreed with him. I cried.

"Big... big... Master, this is already the best vegetarian dish in my Honglu Temple."

The little official looked aggrieved. In order to deal with the empress's wedding, they Honglu Temple had made a lot of preparations in the past few days. The vegetarian dishes were already the best, but this monk was actually not satisfied.

If it weren't for the fact that this monk came from Jinlian Temple, the little official would have asked the guards to throw this vicious-looking monk out.

"My lord doesn't know, this bald thief is not a vegetarian, he only eats meat."

A voice suddenly came from behind the little official, and a middle-aged Taoist priest in a navy blue Taoist robe came over, bowed to the little official and said, "So please, sir, please trouble me again, and then go and make this thief bald." Here comes the meat."

"As for these vegetarian dishes, there is no need to take them down. It happens that Pindao likes vegetarian dishes, so it's good that Pindao eats this table."

"Aren't monks vegetarians?"

The monks in Dazhou are generally vegetarian, so after hearing that this monk is not vegetarian, the little official couldn't help staring at the monk in surprise.

"What are you doing watching the Sa family?"

The monk couldn't help but feel a little annoyed by the little official looking at rare animals, "My Jinlian Temple doesn't abstain from meat and fish, why don't you hurry up and prepare food for the Sa family!"

Hearing the monk's fierceness, the little official just woke up like a dream, and hurried out to prepare meat for the monk, but he kept muttering as he walked, isn't Jinlian Temple a holy place for Buddhism?Why don't you give up meat, what kind of Buddhist holy land is this?

Although the little official muttered softly, but both the monk and the Taoist priest were martial arts experts, they could hear it clearly. Therefore, the monk couldn't help but feel a little depressed. He stood up and wanted to find the little official to make a theory, but the Taoist priest pressed him Living.

"Okay, this is the capital city, you bald thief should calm down."

"So what about the capital city, why should the Sa family be afraid of it?"

The monk's name is Yuanzhi, and when he heard the Taoist's persuasion, he said indifferently: "Besides, what your majesty is practicing today is the unique art of my Jinlian Temple, and he is half of my Jinlian Temple, so it's okay if the Sa family is a little bit more presumptuous."

"Ah."

Hearing what Monk Yuanzhi said, the Taoist couldn't help but sneered, "Half a member of Jinlian Temple, if you have the ability, try to say this outside."

"Sajia is not stupid."

Yuan Zhi patted his bald head, he just looked reckless, and he wasn't really stupid, if he said this outside, maybe some people who couldn't listen to him would come and chop off his head, and sent them back to Jinlian Temple go.

After all, this is the capital city, and it is no different than other places. Martial arts experts like them are not much different from ordinary people here.

"Speaking of which, Si Niubi, did you notice when you entered the city that there are actually many porridge places in the capital? Has the disaster spread to the capital?"

"It's not a natural disaster, it's a man-made disaster."

The Taoist shook his head, and said with an ugly expression: "Pindao has just learned that the reason why there is no food in the capital is because King Zizai transferred all the food in the capital to the three counties affected by the disaster."

"King Zizai, is the late emperor's son Mo Zizai?"

Hearing what the Taoist said, Monk Yuanzhi frowned, "Isn't he just messing around? What's the point of demolishing the east wall and repairing the west wall? Don't talk about it in vain, do you want to involve the people of the capital?"

"Ugh……"

Hearing Monk Yuanzhi complain about being uncomfortable, the Taoist gave a long sigh. He looked around carefully and saw that there was only a young man in black in the courtyard besides the two of them, so he lowered his voice and said to Yuanzhi: "Pindao heard people say that there are grain merchants from other places coming to Beijing to sell grain, but someone in the household department said that their grain was not good enough, and suppressed them from selling grain."

"Unless you can get their grain, you don't even want to sell a grain of grain in the capital."

Yuan Zhi immediately thought of the tricks in it, and asked with a sneer: "Then, do you have to buy this food with money?"

"That's right." The Taoist nodded and said, "Not only do you need money to buy it, but you also have to give gifts to the officials of the household department. I heard that for a 5000 tael grain quotation, you have to give 50 million taels of silver."

"Moreover, the money is said to have gone into Mo Zizai's pocket."

"Should kill!"

Hearing this, Yuan Zhi slapped the table violently, his face flushed with anger, "No wonder the first emperor refused to pass on the throne to him. If the throne was given to him, would the people in this world still have a way to live?"

As soon as Yuan Zhi finished speaking, he heard the young man in black who was buried in his food not far away looked up and replied to Yuan Zhi,
"The two are also big disciples, no matter how you look at things, they will be so superficial."

　Sorry for being a little late.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)