After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

“How many days of grace?

You look quite thin, but you think quite fat. If everyone who owes money to the national treasury says like you, asking for a few days' grace period, should I still collect the debt?

Otherwise, you can go and explain to the emperor in person and ask for a few days' grace period?

Your creditor is not me, Li Lianggong, but the emperor, the Da Chong Dynasty, and millions of ordinary people. I do not have the power to grant you a few days' grace period. Otherwise, you can ask the ordinary people present here to see if everyone agrees.

If the people all agree, I won't become this evil person.

Do you agree to give this gentleman a few days' grace?"

The old monkey Li Lianggong loudly asked the crowd that had gathered in a circle at the gate of the Ministry of Households.

“No, we don’t agree.

You want to deny your debt? No way.”

"That's right, why don't you pay back the money you borrowed?"

"I know this gentleman. He spent 500 taels of silver at Fengzhuang Tower a few days ago to buy clothes and jewelry for his wife and daughter. He said that the palace would hold a flower-viewing banquet in the near future and he couldn't let her down.

This man had such a distinctive appearance that I recognized him at the first sight. He was wearing a silk robe that looked very expensive.

How come you came to the Ministry of Revenue today to pay back the money wearing clothes that looked like they hadn’t been washed in 10 years, and holding a broken bottle?”

"A liar who wants to default on his debt."

"Pay back the money, pay back the money, pay back the money..."

"Pay back the money, pay back the money, pay back the money..."

"Pay back the money, pay back the money, pay back the money..."

"........."

The shouting of the old monkey Li Lianggong caused the surrounding crowd to talk a lot.

The eyes of the masses are sharp. They will peel off any disguise and expose the skin of the skinny guy. Then, what everyone wants is the tight curse of paying back the money.

Everyone's words made Skinny Bamboo's face turn pale. He wanted to speak out to stop this group of lawless people, but when he saw the Dali Temple prison warden who was more than twice his size, Skinny Bamboo didn't have the courage to do anything.

Looking at the shaky, silent bamboo pole with its head down, Li Lianggong curled his lips in disdain and said, "You have heard what the people have said. This is what everyone wants.

Please think carefully, sir. Don't do it for a little money. If you lose your job like the Grand Secretary, it will be a small matter. But if you are sent to the Dali Temple to experience it, it will be a big trouble. "

"Um……"

In order to support Li Lianggong's words, a group of Dali Temple runners headed by the Dali Temple Prison Warden who came to work today all gathered around, and then stared at the thin bamboo pole who was already sweating coldly.

Under the death-gaze gazes of a group of people, Skinny Bamboo Pole, who could no longer bear it, had legs as soft as noodles and collapsed to the ground like a little white rabbit that had strayed into a pack of wolves.

"Disperse, disperse, you are scaring people. This is not the dungeon of your Dali Temple."

He waved his hand to tell those Dali Temple runners to disperse a little. Don't gather together and scare people. Who will the Ministry of Revenue ask for money then?

Smiling, Li Lianggong took the initiative to reach out and help up the thin bamboo pole that was lying limp on the ground. He was especially kind and patted the dust off his body. Then he said to the thin bamboo pole, "Don't worry, our Ministry of Revenue is different from the Dali Temple. Our Ministry of Revenue is a place that costs money, not a place that costs lives.

Do you think it is convenient for you to pay back the money? "