Saint of the Confucian way

Zhao Yong's forehead was dripping with sweat. He hesitated and said, "this... I don't know. It's all old things..."

"There's more than this old story! During the spring ploughing and autumn harvest last year, some people in the workshop left the county to go home for farming, but the output of the shrapnel workshop did not decrease at all! In addition, in October last year, the cotton wool in the cotton clothes and quilts of the Qing Wu government army came from your shrapnel workshop, but just years later, I saw a residence newspaper saying that the capital transferred the Qing Wu government army last winter A large amount of frostbite medicine is collected, which is dozens of times that of an ordinary year! Is there any connection between the two? "

Zhao Yong's arm shook slightly.

Ao Huang looked at Fang Yun and admired him. It was not just a good memory. If he didn't have strong analytical ability, who would connect a very ordinary official report with inferior cotton clothes and quilts?

Finally, Fang Yun sneered: "What's more strange to me is that the cotton in Mizhou is harvested in September every year, so the cotton is the most expensive in June and July. The cotton in July last year is 30% higher than that after the harvest in September! But just before the cotton harvest, your workshop suddenly purchased one million kilograms of leather cotton at a high price, and there are detailed warehousing records. It is clearly stated that it is carried by Songyuan firm. What's strange is A few days ago, I ordered someone to get the records of the cars and horses of Songyuan firm. In those days, all the cars and horses of Songyuan firm were used to transport grain, and there was no record of borrowing other carriages. How did that one million kilograms of lint go into storage? Could it be that Songyuan firm can already transport goods with drinking River shells? "

Zhao Yong's face was waxy and his forehead was sweating more and more. He instinctively wiped his forehead with his sleeve.

Ao Huang blinked. He thought so. Zhao Yong first put forward a sum of money from the accounting room managing the Royal workshop. He didn't spend a penny, but pretended to buy lint. Then after the new cotton came down, he used some of the money to buy cheap lint, and the rest went into his waist bag.

Fang Yun said: "As I expected, you made about 3000 taels of money in organ depreciation and cotton last year. That's not much for me, but a small marble workshop makes only 56 taels a year! No wonder the workshop you manage loses money every year. However, to my surprise, your actual income last year was not 3000 taels, up to 500 taels!"

With that, Fang Yun's index finger pressed on a page of paper on the table. As soon as his finger bounced, he saw the page rotating and flying to Zhao Yong.

Zhao Yong took it in a hurry. It clearly listed his access records in the bank last year and the large expenses of his family. It was dark and almost fainted.

"Well, who has the remaining more than 2000 liang of silver? You are the owner of the Royal workshop. Who has the courage to snatch food from you?"

Ao Huang suddenly realized that he immediately thought of Zhao Yong's backer, the little princess Zhao Yu.

Not surprisingly, Zhao Yong was actually just a tool of Zhao Yu to grab benefits from the Royal workshop.

There are more than 70 princes surnamed Zhao in the kingdom of Jing. After deducting the number of heirs, there are still 41. These 41 princes have fiefs. Except for a few losers, their wealth is no less than that of famous families.

However, the little County King Zhao Yu was neither the son of the future heir to the throne of King Qingyang nor the eldest wife of King Qingyang. Moreover, because he was young, he was not given his own industry, and his income was only 2000 Liang silver a year.

This kind of Prince's son's Prince doesn't give much salary to the royal family, because if compared with the salary given by the real king, the huge amount will become a burden on the royal family.

Two thousand taels of silver is a huge sum of money in the Shengyuan continent, but it is far from enough for a princess who likes to talk and drink.

Zhao Yong was sweating like rain.

The most important thing is not that Fang Yun finds out the problem between him and Zhao Zhen, but that King Qingyang is very close to King Kang, and Zhao Zhen has helped King Kang before.

There is no doubt that once Fang Yun makes an in-depth investigation, not to mention that Zhao Yu will be severely punished, and even the reputation of the king of Qingyang will be damaged.

Zhao Yong flung himself to the ground and said in a loud voice, "I'm Zhao Yong. I want to fill in the shipwreck. I'm greedy and use the marble workshop to earn illegal money, but I want to turn myself in. Please take it easy!"

Fang Yun said, "you are surnamed Zhao. You are given a royal surname. How can you kneel down and get up."

Zhao Yong could not get up on his knees.

At this time, Fang Yun received an urgent letter. When he looked carefully, it was Zhao Hongzhuang's.

"Do you... Have something to say?" Zhao Hongzhuang's letter is very simple.

Fang Yun was stunned, then smiled and understood the reason. Zhao Hongzhuang expressed concern about the matter in the urgent letter, but only said a short sentence. He didn't want to affect Fang Yun, wouldn't persuade and guide Fang Yun like Cai he, didn't give Fang Yun any pressure, and trusted Fang Yun's ability very much.

"It will be known from the meeting soon," Fang Yun said.

"Well, I'll meet those relatives!"

Fang Yun smiled. Zhao Hongzhuang's relatives are naturally princes, prefectures and kings all over the country. Ordinary relatives don't dare to explode and stab at this time, and it's not worth Zhao Hongzhuang to stop them.

With Zhao Hongzhuang, the pressure of the royal family will be reduced a lot. Fang Yun keeps it in mind.

Fang Yun thought that Wen Xiang Jiang Hechuan might have known about it, but so far he has not sent a letter, which is better than Cai he.

Fang Yun thought he would receive a lot of letters from aristocratic families or royal families at this time, but there were not many unfamiliar people who were calm.

Tough measures these days have worked.

Fang Yun's hand left the official seal, looked at Zhao Yong below and said, "it's easy for me to give a light sentence, but the premise is that you should cooperate with me!"

Zhao Yong's head is deeply lowered. He is over 40. He has been fooling around in the palace for many years and is the workshop owner. He knows what Fang Yun's so-called "cooperation" means, which is to let him explain all matters with Zhao Yi one by one.

At the moment Fang Yun finished, Zhao Yong also came up with a naive idea that he might deceive Fang Yun, but when he thought about Fang Yun's means this time, his heart was half cold, and it was impossible to deceive him.

Zhao Yong clenched his teeth and said, "all the blame is on the lower officer, but he can't remember many things!"

"It seems that you don't cooperate. Good, come!"

"Yes!" he saw an officer coming in.

Fang Yun threw the warrant arrow to the servant and said, "go to the Qingyang guild hall and bring steward Zhao of the Qingyang palace! If you dare to resist by force, you will be killed!"

"Yes!" the officer took the arrow and hurried away.

Zhao Yong looked desperate. He had a very close relationship with manager Zhao. Unexpectedly, Fang Yun directly invited the most key person.

The bailiff first escorted Zhao Yong outside, and then Fang Yun called on a workshop owner in the county.

The workshop leader was in his early 60s. His hair was gray and his body was strong. There was no fear on his face, but he looked worried.

"Students have seen county magistrate!" this is a child student workshop owner.

Fang Yun smiled strangely and said, "please sit down first."

Liang Fang was stunned. He didn't know what medicine Fang Yun's gourd sold. He had to sit down, but he only dared to sit on half his ass.

Fang Yun smiled and asked, "Lord Liang, how is your mother?"

Liang Fang was stunned again. He thought that Fang Yun would be interrogated strictly like a cruel official. Who knows that he talked about family affairs and cared about his mother's body. He immediately said cautiously, "family kindness is just old, and it doesn't matter."