Royal Gold Magistrate

For several days in a row, Fang Zhengyi sent people to raise sand in the gruel shed outside the city, causing complaints from the disaster victims outside the city.

However, the effect is remarkable. Those who can barely afford food and mix food and drink are less.

In addition, Fangzheng wanted to eat and drink in different ways every day, and a small group of people in the government office didn't bother to hide it.

He simply let go of the previous food. Although the food in the mansion is not luxurious, it is definitely much better than what Fang Zhengyi ate when he first came.

Liu Xun looked at Fang Zhengyi with a different kind of appreciation.

Such top-quality scumbags are really rare.

But...the bigger the flaw in human nature, the easier it is to take advantage of it.

On this day, Fang Zhengyi was eating snacks leisurely under the envious eyes of many scribes in the household.

From time to time, someone swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Everyone can see this master's demeanor on weekdays.

The food is better than others, and I can make some exquisite snacks every day.

Fortunately, he is picky enough, usually after two bites, he will get tired of it, and give it to others.

Now it's everyone's turn to perform.

Whoever behaves well usually receives a dessert.

Sure enough, Fangzheng frowned as soon as he ate two mouthfuls of jujube cakes, and said, "It's rough...this kind of food makes my throat hurt after eating it."

"Come... let me test you, how long does this granary have enough food for distribution? If the answer is correct, have some snacks!"

"Eighteen days!"

"Eighteen days!"

"25 days!"

"Huh?" Fangzheng squinted at the one who said eighteen days.

"Xiao Li, can you still calculate this wrongly, kid? Can't you remember the number of grain delivered every day?"

Xiao Li sneered and said, "Sir, you don't know, the granaries must not have enough grain. We are not raising taxes. Today is the day to collect grain from the people!"

"The exact figures haven't been reported yet, but the villain thinks that he can last another seven days no matter what!"

"Well! That's right! This plate of dim sum is yours. Where are we going to collect food? Why don't you go out and have a look if you have nothing to do?"

Xiao Li got up and took a plate of jujube cakes from Fang Zhengyi.

"It's not far from the outskirts of the city. There will be one today! You should be able to see it if you walk two or three miles straight out of the city!"

"The last time was a month ago."

Fang Zheng smiled.

After waiting for such a long time, finally waited for the government to requisition food. There are still many tricks in it, so I have to show him clearly this time.

"Not bad, I know everything about it, then you can accompany me for a while!"

Xiao Li stuffed his mouth full of snacks and nodded in agreement.

After eating, the two rode to the food collection point outside the city.

At this time, the people who came to weigh the grain had already lined up in a long line, all of them were ashen-skinned and skinny, dragging a bag of grain in their hands, waiting for the government to take it away after weighing it.

The grain harvest officer waved his whip and kept shouting and cursing at the head of the team.

People put the grain in the bag into the official dendrobium and began to weigh it. There is a scale in the official dendrobium, and the position of the rice indicates how many catties it weighs.

When the grain collector saw Fang Zheng coming, he immediately said flatteringly, "Master Fang! What's your business here?"

"Well, look, you're busy with your work."

The grain collector nodded and retreated, and went back to collect the grain.

Fang Zhengyi and Xiao Li stood aside.

At this moment, a woman with a torn dress held a child in her arms and delivered a bag of food with a miserable expression on her face.

The grain collector poured it into the official dendrobium and said loudly: "Remember! 45 catties, five catties short!"

"Go, report your household registration up front! You only have three days to get it all together!"

The woman's originally dull face suddenly became lively.

Grief, indignation, pain, and grievances all rushed up.

Crying: "My lord! This is impossible! The woman has carefully measured it several times at home, and it will never be wrong. It must be fifty catties! Look again, look again?"

The grain collector glanced at the woman, and said with a smile: "Okay! The government must be clear about the grain collection, and then weigh it carefully."

Fangzheng squinted at the side.

After the grain harvester finished speaking, he pawed hard in the grain pile with his hands a few times, kicked the officer's dendrobium again, and said loudly again: "Remember! 38 catties! Twelve catties of grain shortage!"

Women are struck by lightning!Tears fell instantly.

Two tear grooves were drawn on the dirty face.

Then he knelt on the ground with both knees and kowtowed. The child in his arms cried loudly, "Master...Master...it must be wrong, wrong."

"The woman weighed it at home and it's really fifty catties...it can't be wrong..."

The woman knelt on the ground and kowtowed while repeating those few words over and over again.

The grain collector became impatient: "I've weighed you twice, and you still dare to spread rumors and make trouble! Get out of here, or don't blame me for being rude!"

After speaking, the whip flicked, and it exploded in the air with a snap.

As if she didn't hear it, the woman kowtowed herself and muttered something.

As soon as the grain collector's face changed, the whip in his hand was aimed at the woman.

But as soon as he raised his hand high, he was caught.

Fang Zhengyi grabbed the grain collector's hand and cursed: "What the hell are you in a hurry for! Weigh her again!"

"Fuck! Do you want Master Liu's face if you act like you?"

The grain collector backed away awkwardly.

Fangzheng looked down at the woman from above, and said with a smile: "Get up, don't make trouble here, I will help you weigh it again."

After speaking, he turned around and walked to Guan Hu, and imitated the grain harvester to stir up the rice pile, and then kicked Guan Hu all of a sudden.

"36 pounds!"

Then came another kick, and the food sank a little more.

Then there were three legs on the Dendrobium in succession, and finally stopped firmly at thirty catties and could not go down.

"Fuck, is there something wrong with your den? What do you mean?" Fangzheng looked at the grain collector playfully.

The people around were dumbfounded, and stared blankly at this weird scene.

The grain collector swallowed, leaned closer to Fangzheng's ear and whispered, "Master Fang, please take a step to speak."

Fangzheng nodded, and followed him to a remote place.

The grain collector whispered: "Lord Fang, you don't know something, that's what Guanhu is like."

"That's how it is? How can this grain be weighed less and less? Let me see if I can lose weight by throwing it in for you!"

The grain collector was sweating profusely: "These people are cunning and often pass off the best, so we can only weigh a little more, you know what I mean."

Fangzheng stared at him, and suddenly said loudly: "I don't understand!"

The people around looked over one after another, and the grain collector became even more nervous. "Don't shout, my lord! Don't yell, my lord! He also knows this Lord Liu, we have always done this, you see, you may not understand the situation just now."

"You fart! I have a very close personal relationship with Mr. Liu. Will he tell me about this? I think it's because you are filling your own pocket and ignoring the food!"

"Tell me, where did Mo Xia's food go?"

The grain collector was sweating profusely, but he dared not speak.

Fangzheng smiled when he saw him: "It's okay not to say..."

As he spoke, he rubbed his three fingers vigorously underneath.

The grain collector understood, and took out a piece of silver from his pocket, two taels!

In the next second, a slap appeared on the grain collector's face, smacking him with stares.

Fangzheng grabbed his collar and said viciously, "You fucking look down on me, don't you?"

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