Konoha's Balanced Ninja System

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Donghuamen is a sacred place revered by Confucian students in the Wu Dynasty. This is the dragon gate where fish leap over the dragon gate. "

"There are really enough..."

Even the indifferent Bai Muchiu couldn't help but be stunned. He stood up, and the silver threads hanging from his shoulders slid down to his chest. Under his silver eyebrows, his eyes were cold and gleaming, "These people... can't make any money from smuggling and tax evasion..." So much..."

"Big rich." Bai Muchiu muttered and said, "Send one million coins to the official's inner treasury."

Hai Dafu looked at the numbers on the account, hesitated and said, "Lord Governor, is it too much? After all, the East Police Factory can only be established, and the staffing of some personnel requires money."

Bai Muchiu shook his head and sat down at the desk, "It's not much at all. We have to let the officials taste a little sweetness. It's the dividends the officials have invested in Dongchang in the past four years. Only in this way, Your Majesty." Only then can we continue to support my governor.”

The conversation changed and became sharp, "The remaining money will be kept in the factory. The informant's information will eventually be paid, otherwise others will not work for me."

He took a few pages of paper on the desk and patted them, "Have you read what I wrote before you came here?"

Hai Dafu nodded, "The handwriting is unique and rare."

"What I'm talking about is what's inside." Bai Muchiu's face that had not changed for thousands of years showed a rare smile.

The woman next to her covered her mouth and laughed softly.

Hai Dafu wiped the sweat stains on his fat face in embarrassment and said with a dry smile: "I've seen it, I've seen it."

Then he said: "It's just that if this happens, the five hundred thousand yuan will not be enough, and the governor's grand plan will also be affected. The Xixia border is not easy to penetrate. Last year, the slaves captured twenty retired soldiers. The eunuchs in the palace are all under forty years old. They have been away from Xitui for less than half a year, and only three or four are still there. They did not get much information, but they were given a lot of money. It is really good there. It’s too bad.”

"No matter how bad it is, you have to send people there. Twenty people won't work, just thirty. There will always be a few lucky guys infiltrating in." Bai Muchiu frowned and said, "The southeast must also be expanded. The eunuchs who will be released this year The quota was increased to fifty, and they were allowed to choose some of their favorite jobs, such as storytelling and fortune-telling. They all went to the southeastern states. The Moyun Sect there was renamed the Ming Sect and took advantage of this disaster to develop. I already have a plan. Dongchang first summarizes the previously obtained information into files. After training the palace servants who leave the palace, immediately let them follow Bian Liang's caravan south. This matter is imminent. , Dafu, we must hurry up and do it."

Following the voice, Bai Muchiu pulled out a piece of paper from the pile of documents and spread it out. "This is a rewritten and revised lecture from the past. After taking it, I thought about it carefully and explained it independently to the new eunuchs and maids who entered the palace. The time is still the same as before. Every three or four days, we will gather to give lectures. Pick some people who are good-tongued and talk sensationally, and let them do it. Don't rush it, and don't let their heads idle. In short... don't let them think too much."

While they were talking, the woman who had been silently standing by suddenly came over and said, "Master, Xiao Ping'er has a request. I hope the governor can remove Xiao Ping'er from the palace."

"Hmm...huh?"

Bai Muchiu was a little surprised and said, "Didn't you always want to enter the harem? How could you think so now?"

A bitter smile appeared on Xiao Ping'er's pretty face, "Reporting to the governor, Xiao Ping'er used to think that the official family should be a fierce tiger that could swallow thousands of miles, a dragon that roamed the world. But in the past four years, everything Xiao Ping'er saw and heard was... ...We are all very disappointed with Ping'er, especially Rufei...she keeps calling herself a 'slave' in front of His Majesty all day long, which makes people's skin crawl."

Seeing Bai Muchiu pondering, he hurriedly emphasized his tone, "After Xiao Ping'er comes out, he can also help Eunuch Hai. Now the East Factory is in urgent need of manpower. Xiao Ping'er has been in charge of the Clothing Department in the palace for many years, so he can also help."

"So, there is really something I need you to do."

Bai Muchiu agreed, tapping the wooden table with his finger, "Helian Ru lives in the back courtyard, and the message must be delivered to the outside. I need you to follow the clues and control that person. It is best to know that the Moyun Sect is here. The main altar of Xixia. Maybe it can be used in the future."

Hearing this, Xiao Ping'er almost jumped up with joy, patted her plump chest and agreed.

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When the matter comes to this point, what needs to be explained is pretty much said. Bai Muchiu exhaled and stepped through the door behind him. Hai Dafu and Xiao Ping'er followed closely behind. In his sight, the school martial arts field under the attic gradually unfolded, and then there were something lined up in the field, with rows of people kneeling there.

All around, people wearing soap clothes and pointed hats stood holding knives.

The flag fluttered slowly with the breeze under the scorching sun. In the school martial arts field, the arms of several rows of kneeling merchant officials were tightly bound. A wooden piece was hung under their necks, with the crimes they committed written on it in ink. A clear and small arrangement.

The cool wind picked up Bai Muchiu's white hair and danced, and the black and gold robe undulated.

The sky was clear and the clouds were rolling, and the only sound in the field was the wind.

After a while, only his voice remained.

"In the fourth year of Xinghe, droughts and disasters broke out all over China. The people had no harvest and Yizi could eat each other. This is a human tragedy. Two days ago, His Majesty ordered all-out disaster relief..."

At this time, around the school grounds, knives were unsheathed, reflecting a cold light.

The swordsman in soap clothes walked over and stood behind every kneeling person. Anyone who wanted to struggle to get up was hit with the handle of the knife, fell to the ground, and was whipped straight again.

Headache and bleeding...

"That's them! Take a good look at their faces."

Bai Muchiu roared angrily, grabbing the wooden railing with both hands, and a strong wind rose from the ground, blowing his silver hair flying, "The new food provided by His Majesty for disaster relief was replaced by the moldy old food in their home. The old food that even rats would not eat, but gave it to Our compatriots eat it and pretend to be good people, these—"

"——Is he still a human being?"

His voice was heavy and roaring, and suddenly he raised his hand and threw the piles of papers filled with accusations from the attic. The scattered pieces of paper fell down in the air.

"Collusion between government and businessmen..."

"Bullying the people and dominating the land..."

"Smuggling iron salt...collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country..."

"Starting from today, Dongchang will open an office to investigate the disobedience in the world on behalf of the Emperor's eyes and ears, serve as the Emperor's sharp sword, kill dog officials and offend the people, and walk the path of peace -"

Bai Muchiu pointed down with one hand, "——and them!"

The sound spread, the soap-coated swordsmen raised their swords, dozens of long knives fell, dozens of headless corpses fell to the ground, and the whole school ground was dyed red with blood.

"Kill the sword and sacrifice the flag!"

In September of the fourth year of Xinghe, the Dongjishi Factory opened its office.

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