Make the tide twice

After dispersing, Master Pingzhang Ahma sat in a sedan chair and walked back slowly. Unlike the Mongols and Han Chinese, Ahma, who was a Semu person, preferred the palanquin invented by the Nanren. Sitting on this completely human vehicle, you can enjoy the feeling of being on top of, specifically, on the shoulders of people. This feeling can fully satisfy a person's self-esteem, as if the whole world is crouching at his feet.

The woolen sedan chair carried by the thirty-two people walked very slowly, listening to the sound of the gong opening the road in front of him and the sound of the horses' hooves of the guards on both sides, Ahma's angry heart slowly calmed down.

"That Han man who broke Lao Tzu's plan, sooner or later I will make you look good!" Ahmad thought silently, recalling the scene when Dong Wenzhi impeached himself for conniving at the corruption of his subordinates in front of Kublai Khan. Today, Kublai Khan, who has always been very fortunate to himself, was obviously moved by Dong Zhiwen's words, and actually ordered the matter to be strictly investigated by the judge. Although it was difficult to find any mistakes in the accounts made by his own henchmen with the carelessness of the Mongols, this incident also reminded Ahmad that the emperor's dependence on the Han people was getting deeper and deeper, and he had gradually surpassed the Semu people.

This does not bode well. Now, Dayuan's official ranks, department settings, Chinese studies, and official selection methods have become more and more sinicized. If you put a few Han people in the errand of managing money for the country, it is conceivable that soon people like yourself will lose their power and be completely swept out of the court. The racial hierarchy of the Great Yuan will change from Mongolian, Semu, Han and Nanren to Mongolian, Han, Semu and Nanren.

"Grandma's, those Mongolian nobles are becoming more and more like Han Chinese!" Ahma quietly cursed a dirty word, venting his dissatisfaction with Boyan and the others. If you read the books of the Han people and speak for the Han people, can you still call them Mongolians? As far as today's court discussion is concerned, the Imperial Historian Isht Moor, the Taishi Itche Chala, and the Imperial Historian Cheng Salima, etc., are almost the same as Dong Wenshan's caliber in advance, leaving no room for themselves at all.

I have to fight back, otherwise the servants of Allah will sooner or later be ridden on the head by these guys who are full of benevolence and morality. Ahmad silently thought of a solution. Although they were all Mongol servants, there was still a big difference in status between second-class servants and third-class servants. Moreover, Ahma looked down on those Han people in the court at all.

According to the bloodline, the Han and the Nan should be one family. However, some Han Chinese slaughtered the southerners, and they were no softer than the Mongols. Those Confucians in the court who talk about loyalty every day also have more loyalty to Dayuan than to their homeland. This is the logic of charlatans, it is clear that the officials of the Great Song Dynasty surrendered to the Great Yuan, but became a loyal and upright courtier. It was clear that he had hidden and embezzled the property in the treasury of the Great Song Dynasty, and after being reported by others, he was able to say with confidence that embezzlement of the property of the enemy country could not be regarded as corruption.

If you don't disperse corruption, will Dayuan still give you medals and encourage you to corrupt the Great Song Dynasty. Ahmad accidentally plucked a strand of his beard. To be honest, in this chaotic era, no matter whether it is the Semu people, the Mongols or the Han people, after the release, there is no one who does not fill their own pockets. The difference is who does it more secretively. Dong Wenzhi today impeached the people of Semu for collective corruption, is it possible that Han officials are less corrupt? Are the Mongols less corrupt?

"My lord is going home-", the butler standing at the door saw the sedan chair and shouted from afar, pulling Ahma's thoughts back to reality.

"This kid is actually diligent today!" Ahma thought with a smile, slowly poked out his boots from the door of the palanquin, stepped on the backs of the slaves, and fell on the red felt one by one, from tall to short.

"My lord, I have a distinguished guest who has been waiting in the living room for a long time! You see, let him go into the study to be taught," said the butler Muhammad, hunched over and reported in fluent Chinese. The people of Semu spoke Chinese, and their unique pronunciation trembled lightly on the noble characters. Point out the extraordinary status of the guest.

"Since he is a distinguished guest, I will serve him some refreshments first, and then I will lead him to the study when I have changed into my court clothes," Ahma said with a glance at Muhammad and in an official tone.

As a flat chapter, he will not surrender his identity and meet guests casually. Pingzhang's family has its own rules for "picking up guests", except for high-ranking officials and nobles who are equal to their own status or far higher than themselves, ordinary people need to follow the price code set by the housekeeper and the porter in advance.

If you don't meet, ask for a report to show your friendliness, and the price is five taels of silver. The porter waited, waiting for Ahma's busy schedule to pass the news, and the price was twenty taels of silver. Waiting in the living room, serving tea, about 100 taels of silver or equivalent of silk, jewelry, calligraphy and painting. And when he entered the study and waited, he whispered to Pingzhang that he couldn't do it without two hundred taels of silver.

With Ahma's current status, this price is not high. Besides, Ahma's house is the most fair here, the children are not bullied, and the price is clearly marked, unlike several other adult mansions, which are completely based on the personal likes and moods of the minions. Ahma, a genius financial planner, devised this rule himself, and the porters, butlers, and servants who serve and walk every day can only get a proportional commission from here, and cannot fill their own pockets.

The guest who came today brought a noble word, obviously in advance to pay enough silver taels. In front of real money, Ahma did not stand up, and under the service of the maid, he neatly changed into civilian clothes and walked towards the study.

In the distance, I heard laughter in the study. Muhammad, the steward, smiled as if he had met an old acquaintance, and his words passed through the corridor and into Ahma's ears word for word, "According to the Taoist chief, I will be more prosperous in the future?" ”

"Of course, your master's official position will only be promoted, not demoted. Follow your master, and naturally be a head above others! A man with a slight Jiangnan accent smiled and complimented, and the flattering words came out of his mouth without a hint of twist, as if these had become a reality.

"That's the good fortune of our master. With such a master, I also have some glory in serving people! The butler spoke with pleasure, clearly pleased with the guest's words.

"Where is Lord Muhammad's subordinate, your lord is an official, and you are an official. Haven't you heard what is said in the market, the people in the world are divided into ten classes, one official, two officials, three monks, four Taoists, five doctors, six workers, seven craftsmen, eight prostitutes, nine Confucians, and ten beggars. You are a second-class master, how can you be a subordinate! The witty words, mixed with laughter, reached Ahma's ears again. Ahma, who had suffered a few big rumors during the day, also laughed, and simply slowed down his pace, hiding in the corner, listening to what the guests in the study had to say.

The Taoist laughed, you Central Plains people say that everything is inferior, only reading is high. Today, the emperor has ordered all localities to recommend talents, and Confucianism is the first choice for talents, where can it be auctioned ninth? The butler Muhammad laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up and retorted while holding his stomach.

"To say that they are inferior is not to say that they are not valued by the emperor, but to say that their character is poor. Those who want to be officials must be faithful to their duties. As a official, you must be loyal to your superiors, and tremble every day, lest something go wrong. Others don't say it, but they have to do their own duties and fulfill their responsibilities. Even the prostitute has to sell a smile, open her legs, and satisfy the guests in order to get food and clothing. It's just that this Confucian, singing benevolence, righteousness and morality in his mouth, is all about chickens and dogs. I just sold the article full of articles to the Zhao family, and when I turned my head, I had the cheekiness to sell it to the current emperor, you said, aren't they cheaper than prostitutes. It is said that **ruthless, in my opinion, this person who has read the book, the affection is so thin, I'm afraid it's not as good as a**! ”

"Dao Chief, Dao Chief..." the butler Muhammad couldn't breathe, and his face turned purple with laughter. Today, this Taoist chief is indeed a wonderful person, not only did he make a bold move, but also gave a lot of extra tips. Even if you don't look at those yellow and white things, just listening to his jokes, it's worth reporting for him.

This person is a wonderful person, and he will tell this to his colleagues another day, and look at those corrupt people, and he will die of shame. Ahma snickered enough outside the house, coughed softly, and turned the corridor.

"Lord Heizhang has arrived!" The parrot on the shelf and the servant at the door shouted at the same time.

"Greetings to Lord Heizhang!" A thin Taoist priest in cloth clothes and shoes followed the butler out of the study with a smile and saluted from afar.

"Excuse me, the Dao Immortal is coming to my earthly land, and I should be greeted by a layman!" Ahma walked politely to the study while looking up and down at the Taoist priest in front of him.

Emperor Kublai Khan, the Great Yuan Emperor, was magnificent, very tolerant of all religious schools, and once decreed that whether it is a monk, a Taoist priest, or an imam, as long as he can give the Great Yuan Dynasty a blessing to the immortal heaven, he can recite it. Therefore, there are many cultivators of all kinds in the capital. They wander among the dignitaries and dignitaries, selling their wisdom and reaping benefits.

At present, the most popular schools in the imperial court are the Wudoumi sect and the Changchun sect, but the Taoist priest in front of him is obviously not from these two factions. There is neither the sour appearance of the Changchun faction, nor the philistine of the Wu Doumi Sect. On the contrary, there is a kind of insipid and impulsive atmosphere on his body, in addition to the harsh sarcasm of the world, there is also a practice that sees through everything.

"I don't know where I practice, where is the fairy town?" Putting down the fine porcelain teacup fired in the Jiangnan official kiln, Ahma asked in the polite words he could think of.

"A traveling Taoist priest who is a family from all over the world, sells words and plays hexagrams for a living, where is there any Dharma name. Lord Pingzhang doesn't give up, call me a mountain and a confused Taoist is! The Taoist in a coarse sermon robe saluted with one hand and replied without humility or arrogance.

"The real people of Dieshan laughed, I don't know if the real people succumbed to the cold house, do you have any advice?" Ahmad said with a smile, and his good impression of the Taoist in front of him increased a little more. As Kublai Khan's close minister, there are many charlatans who come to him on weekdays, but they like to play tricks one by one, which is far less humorous than this person's speech.

For monks and Taoists to make those false mysteries, Ahmada has always been unbelievable. This is not because he is a devout Muslim, but in fact he is not keen on the pilgrimage to Mecca. In his life creed, the only true god is Marshal Zhao Gong, not those immortals who do not eat the fireworks of the world.

"Don't dare, Poor Dao is really asking for something to meet adults today"! The Stacked Mountain Daoist slowly stood up from his seat and gently placed a hand tie on the corner of the table in front of Ahma.

"Uh-huh!" Muhammad, the butler, coughed properly, withdrew with the maids, servants, and guards, and gently covered the door.

Through the sunlight through the curtain, Ahmad gently opened the hand in front of him, and several title deeds were revealed from the hand, and the bright red seal letter emitted a moving light.

It is the two large estates of Zhending Mansion, each of which is more than 1,000 acres. Rao was used to receiving gifts, and Ahma's face also changed, and he put down his hand, and his eyes slowly met the eyes of the Taoist priest.

The more difficult it is to ask for something, the heavier the gift to give. Ahmad needs to listen to what the other party is asking him to do before deciding whether to accept the gift or not. He loves money, but he has a little principle of his own, not blindly receiving and giving money indiscriminately, otherwise it would be difficult to manage the country's finances for so many years, and he has always been trusted by Kublai Khan.

"Poor Dao is entrusted by more than 120 bitter families in Huizhou and Yingzhou, please avenge their blood injustices. In this way, adults can't take care of this matter, and no one in the world can take care of it!" Dieyama slowly stood up from his chair and placed a testimony written in blood in front of Ahma.

"This...!" Ahma's body stiffened, and he involuntarily stood up with the guest. The Taoist priest in front of him didn't look like he had practiced martial arts, and when he really did it, Ahma was sure that he could put him down with one arm. But for some reason, there is a kind of pressure on this Taoist priest, a pressure that people have to take seriously.

"If it's Lord Dachun's business, I can't interfere!" Ahmad pushed the title deed outward, and although he was reluctant, he decided to tell the truth. "You should also know the rules of the imperial court..."

Dieshan Zhenren sighed softly. Ahma's meaning, he fully understood that the people of the Great Yuan Dynasty were divided into four classes, and the Mongols of the first class had almost arbitrary power over the other classes. In the end, if he took away their property, he killed someone, and he only paid some money and goods, which was not a serious crime.

"If it's someone else," Ahmad looked at the title deed, and stopped talking.

"It's not Lord Tachun. Passing through Quang Nam last year, he saw tens of thousands of people being driven out of their homes with knives by soldiers, all of their land was taken away, and adults and children were waiting to die on the side of the road. Poor Dao looked at Yu Xin and couldn't bear it, so he stepped forward and asked. It turned out that Lord Liu Shen was exterminating Chen Hangyan, and these people were suspected of being bandits..."

"If that's the case?" Ahmad asked suspiciously. Liu Shen was born in the Han army and was a rare brave general, who made meritorious contributions and was rewarded by Kublai Khan many times. But Liu Shen's greed and cruelty are also famous, killing people for merit and taking away people's land and doing a lot of things.

Originally, those newly conquered areas were just a piece of fat. The Mongol army, the Tanma Red Army, the Han Army, and even the generals of the newly annexed army all liked to take advantage of the war. His Majesty the Emperor also acquiesced in this kind of behavior, after all, it is not profitable to be early, and if you give the soldiers some sweetness, it will not arouse their courage to conquer.

But now it is different, the newly conquered land needs to be settled, and Dayuan has changed from a foreign invader to a local ruler, which is just like the reason that after the bandits become big, they must change their profession and build their own government and maintain a certain order in order to survive. Besides, that Liu Shen is Han...

Han people, this is a good opportunity to fight back against Dong Wenzhi and others, doesn't he attack his subordinates every day to extort tyranny. Ahma had a mysterious smile on his face, and from a distance, he looked like Miller in a temple.

Looking at Ahma's uncertain face, the Stacked Mountain Daoist knew that his words had already had the expected effect. Once rolling in the officialdom of the Great Song Dynasty, he knew what Ahma needed more at this moment.

"Gu Poor Dao knew that those people had nothing to do with Chen Hangyan, and General Liu took away their land, gold and silver. Some of them are used by themselves, and the other part is used to dot up and down. The names of the bitter lord were all included and placed on the adult's case, and the relatives of the bitter lord gathered these gifts and begged the lord to make the decision for them. If they can watch the enemy bow to the law, they ......"

Another brocade box was gently placed on the table, and a thin but steady hand opened the brocade box, revealing a pair of chubby beans. The pale green semi-transparent pods set off the golden kernels inside. In the afternoon sun, a layer of smoke swirls around the beans.

It was a jade gold bead horn, and Ahma's eyes flashed, and his curly beard almost straightened. This is the legendary treasure hidden in the Great Song Palace, God knows how it fell into the hands of this Taoist in front of him.

"This little plaything is a deposit for adults" Dieshan Daoist gently took out a bean from the brocade box, wrapped it in a silk handkerchief, and put it into his arms, ignoring Ahma's almost eaten gaze, continued, "The other one, but it is a thank you gift after the adults avenge the people's grievances, and the poor Dao is entrusted by people, please forgive me!" ”

"That's, that's nature!" At this time, Ahma no longer has the bearing of Lord Pingzhang, and his mind is full of the color of jade. The color eye people are good at identifying jewelry, cutting the hard jadeite into four curved pods, and the gap in the middle happens to be embedded with two gold beads, not counting the value of the jadeite itself and the identity of the royal treasures of the Great Song Dynasty.

In this way, on behalf of the people of Guangnan, Poor Dao will thank Lord Pingzhang. Liu Shen forced the people to become bandits, and if this continued, even if the people didn't want to take refuge in Wen Tianxiang, they were forced to rebel by him. Dieshan Zhenren quietly gave Ahma a hint.

"Yes, these Han people in the court are colluding to corrupt the rule of officials!" Ahma angrily slapped the coffee table and agreed. Originally, he wanted to find trouble with Dong Wenzhi and other Han ministers, but today, the Taoist priest of Dieshan simply sent the opportunity to him. This bloody letter was sent to the imperial history, and the imperial historians, who were already idle, would definitely issue an impeachment, and when the time came, they would gently flick it from the middle, and in the court, the power of the Han people...

I am also for the sake of Dayuan, under the oil lamp, Ahma thought silently while watching the housekeeper check the title deed. A few moths, attracted by the candlelight, fluttered against the window screens, desperately trying to squeeze into the room and throw themselves at the candle flame. Under the candlelight, an unknown little insect that had just been burned off its wings struggled.

Ping-pong, a small ingot, pressed down, and pressed the insects into meatloaf.

Alcoholic's note: For the struggle between the Semu group, the Mongol group, and the Hanguan group, please refer to the "Yuan History". The level of corruption of Lord Ahma inside can definitely be breathtaking.

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