Eat the incense of the world, I am actually the underworld

Chapter 120
Cangxia Zhizhou mansion, outside the high gate of the long halberd, Tang Liangcai walked in the mansion of the Zhizhou master uneasy in Guqili.

He didn't even dare to look left and right, but only dared to follow behind his servants, step by step.

Walking through the corridors and alleys, a bucket arch with flying eaves, and the Zhulou and Cuige are reflected in the eyes. Tang Liangcai's heart beat like a drum, and he felt ashamed of himself.

After stepping into it, it is like stepping into a fairyland, and the feet are very light.

"Master, Tang Liang just arrived."

The servant's respectful words made Tang Liangcai subconsciously look up.

When he saw a person who praised the clothes and belts, he knelt down with a "plop", and said with sincerity and fear:
"Little man Tang Liangcai, knock on the Lord Zhizhou."

"Stand up and answer."

"Yes!"

Tang Liangcai got up, lowered his eyebrows, and did not dare to look up at Mr. Zhizhou.

"Just tell the whole story about the taxation and food in Shanqi Village. If you dare to lie and deceive, under the mirror in the hall, don't blame me for only recognizing legal principles and not human feelings."

Master Zhizhou's tone was serious, but facing Li Zheng, a low-level government servant who could not even be called an official, and even threatened him in advance, it was inevitable that he would lose his official dignity.

However, Tang Liangcai had never experienced such battles before. He only felt that Master Zhizhou was not angry and arrogant. He was so frightened that he quickly told the whole story of Shanqi Village without daring to omit any details.

"Have the taxes and grains of Shanqi Village been brought into the treasury?" Zhizhou asked quickly after hearing this.

"No." Tang Liangcai said hastily.

"Okay, okay, hurry up, take it to the official's mansion... Forget it, I will go and have a look in person."

"Yes!"

Tang Liangcai quickly agreed, his heart beating wildly.

People are divided into high and low, and rice is also divided into grades, such as "binuo, white glutinous rice, red rice, white rice..." and so on.

If Shanqi's tax grains were robbed from foreign grain merchants, the varieties would be quite different.

I want to come to know the masters of the state to know the people's livelihood and grains.

Is it foreign rice?
You can see it at a glance.

While Tang Liangcai nodded and bowed, the lord Zhizhou boarded the official sedan chair, rushed on a rampage, and rushed to the treasury courtyard.

At this time, it was the end of November, the deadline for the autumn tax.

In front of the government treasury, carts come and go endlessly.

Seeing the arrival of the Master Zhizhou, the yamen was in a mess up and down, and went out to greet him.

However, Master Zhizhou didn't care about it at all, and his mind was all on Shanqi's taxes and grains. Under the guidance of Tang Liangcai, he came to the cart.

"Pour out all the tax and food in this car."

Master Zhizhou gave an order, and immediately a servant stepped forward, took down the rice bag, and poured out all the tax and food.

"Crash!"

Bags of tax and food were dumped on the blue brick floor, piled up into tombs and tombs.

The surrounding yamen servants looked at the taxes and grains, and didn't care about them at first, until someone found out that it was tricky, and then they were surprised.

"Ah, which village collects this tax grain? It's really strange to pay taxes with polished rice."

"No, I'm afraid it's a fertile land in Ninghua area?"

"Impossible, what I collect is Ninghua tax rations, and such high-quality rations cannot grow there!"

All the yamen servants were whispering, they were all surprised.This kind of polished rice, let alone a year of famine, is a year of abundance, which is surprising, not to mention the year of drought and flood?

Master Zhizhou looked solemn, bent down to grab a handful of rice and was about to inspect it carefully, when the crowd suddenly broke into a commotion.

"Less, less!"

"Oh, there is less food!"

When Zhizhou heard the sound and looked around, he was terrified and backed away again and again.

I saw piles of rice, which suddenly became nine inches shorter, like a dry tomb that collapsed under the torrential rain.

But if you look carefully, where is the collapse of the grain pile?

That is obviously the rice has shrunk and turned into empty and bad rice!
Looking at this scene, Tang Liangcai's complexion changed drastically, and he knelt on the ground with a "plop", kowtowing his head like pounding garlic.

"Master Zhizhou, when the villain harvested the grain, it was indeed high-quality grain. They can all testify to me. The villain would never dare to lie, never dare to lie..."

Seeing this scene, Cangxia Zhizhou also changed his face suddenly, and said sharply: "This tax and food truck is sealed, and everyone is silent. If I hear gossip, I will cut off your heads."

After scolding, he immediately left in a hurry.

The official sedan chair starts up again.

However, Cangxia Zhizhou did not go back home, but turned around and went to an inn.

After entering the inn, I realized that the person I was looking for had gone to Liyuan again.

Master Zhizhou didn't take it seriously, and rushed to Liyuan again without hesitation.

After entering the Liyuan, on the stage, amidst the sound of silk and bamboo, the enchanting Huadan with a slender waist is singing "Suolin Bag".

From the looks of it, it coincided with the "Xue Xiangling" aria.

I saw her singing the popular words in a babbling tone.

"Pitying the poor and helping the poor is the right way for people. How can anyone stand by and watch from the wall? The stupid question is too sloppy, and it is inevitable to have doubts in your heart. You shouldn't be proud in front of others, and you shouldn't be so eloquent..."

The voice is gentle and clear, and the eyebrows and eyes are flowing, like a fascination.

Zhizhou waved his hand to interrupt Master Liyuan's respectful invitation, turned around, entered the stands, and sat down beside a young Taoist in Tsing Yi.

The Taoist seemed to have never seen Zhizhou as his companion, squinting his eyes, looking at the stage, as if infatuated or drunk.

After the song, Cangxia Zhizhou, who didn't dare to disturb the Shangxian, hastily cupped his hands and said: "Talk about Yaxing, the elder. Everything the elder said has happened. I hope the elder will teach me."

The young Taoist finally turned his face, and saw that his appearance was plain, but his eyes seemed to be able to see people's hearts.

"Master Zhizhou, don't panic, it's just a demon playing tricks, it's not a problem!"

The young Taoist comforted him.

"Blindfolding?"

Cangxia Zhizhou first breathed a sigh of relief, and then pleaded:

"The operation of the imperial court depends on the taxation. The taxation of one village and one mile has nothing to do with the overall situation, but if it is a township and a county, it is the foundation of the country that is shaken. This is a big matter. I hope the elder will save me Cangxia."

"Your Majesty Zhizhou is very polite, the common people are also desperate to survive, and let the evil spirit take advantage of the loophole. Now that evil spirit has been punished by the poor, this matter will definitely not happen again. Some money and power are taxed in the mountains, and I hope the Lord Zhizhou will spread the king's order, To educate the common people, don't blame the people from Shanqi Township."

As the young Taoist said, he gently raised his hand and put down an ingot of gold on the table. It looked like five taels at least, more than enough to buy Shanqiqiu tax.

Then the young Taoist got up and walked away.

"Hey! Immortal Elder! Wait..."

Cangxia Zhizhou hurriedly chased him out, and before taking two steps, he turned back and put the five taels of gold on the table into his arms without making a fuss.

I don't want to, after this delay, after chasing out of the Liyuan, the young Taoist has already lost sight of his head and tail.

"Where is the fairy?"

Cangxia Zhizhou couldn't wait to ask the servants beside her.

"Xianchang went to Huaming Street... Hey, where is he?"

The servant quickly pointed the direction, but just looked up, where is the fairy elder Daoying?

Cangxia Zhizhou stood on tiptoe, looked at it for a long time, his expression was cloudy, and boarded the official sedan chair: "Go to Tianyi to watch!"

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At the end of the long street, the Taoist in Tsing Yi watched the bustling market, walking around, wandering in his thoughts.

If you ask who is the person?

——It was Mo Chuan!

The Lanshan Zhenhe Tiaozi incident made him realize that fantasy is useless and reality is the most complicated.

At the beginning, he expected that He Tiaozi's second son would be filial, so nothing would happen.

It's just some gossip, which can be resolved after he meets again and manifests himself.

That's why he left then.

——Only by appearing in public can the rumors be completely resolved.

Unexpectedly, He Tiaozi refused afterwards so casually that he thought he had met a strange person.

In the end, there is only one regret left.

The same is true of Shanqi Village.

It stands to reason that as long as the autumn grain is put into storage, the method of size and size will fail, and it doesn't matter afterwards.

But after much deliberation, Mo Chuan decided to bear the stigma himself.

Fight Mien, promote Michou.

Rather than waiting for the bubble to burst in the future, and even attracting the attention of the court, it is better to burst it in advance. This is the best ending he can think of after weighing up and down.

Shan Qi overcame the difficulties, he received a wave of incense, and from then on, neither owed each other.

(End of this chapter)