Mo Qinghe was surprised and said, "Lord Qincha drank Huangjian when he was in Beijing? Yes! Yes, Lord Yang is a powerful courtier in front of the emperor, so naturally he has the opportunity to taste the best tribute tea, hehehe", he said with a smile and waved his hand, and the tea picker and the tea supervisor and tax collector of Lion Peak all withdrew.

Zheng Baihu hesitated and glanced at Yang Ling, Yang Ling didn't believe that Mo Qinghe would dare to openly disadvantage himself because of this matter, not to mention that the people he brought were all excellent in martial arts, and the number of people was much more than that of Mo Tax Supervisor, he waved his hand casually and ordered Zheng Baihu to take people out.

Mo Qinghe picked up a cup of tea, slowly and methodically blew the tea flowers that had been flushed, and gently took a sip of fragrant tea, then said with a smile: "This tea is actually better than the best of the imperial tip of the tribute, no wonder the adult character is suspicious." But it's not a secret, and most people in the industry know about it."

"Oh?" Yang Ling gently turned the teacup and said suspiciously: "Tribute tea, shouldn't it be the best tea?" Why is it that this West Lake Longjing is not as good as the tea leaves you intercepted? ”

Mo Qinghe said with a smile: "My lord doesn't know, this tea is only produced by a few nearby peaks is authentic and excellent, the best tea, which is greatly affected by the climate, even if the wind and rain are smooth this year, the climate is suitable, and some excellent tea can be produced, and the taste of long-distance transportation is greatly affected by the continuous rain."

Therefore, in order to seek the emperor to drink the tea taste stability, the quality is the same, the tribute tea is not the best, only the most stable, otherwise the emperor will drink this year with a different taste, if the taste of tea is slightly different next year, think that the following things are not good, if you investigate it, it is to cut off all the heads of people up and down the tea garden, and you will not be able to give birth to new tea.

This is not that the people below are disrespectful to the emperor, there is really no way, there are occasionally people in Beijing who taste the difference between these two kinds of tea, and it is only that the tea just picked in the same place tastes delicious, and there will be no doubt about it. His Majesty admires Lord Yang very much, so he doesn't dare to hide it, of course, Lord Yang has already heard of the name of Humble Person, so he can't bear to hide it."

Yang Ling was stunned when he heard this, he only said that Mo Qinghe's private collection of good tea was for personal profit, but he didn't expect that there was such a reason. Mo Qinghe smiled bitterly: "My lord, those of us who are waiting below rely on the identity of the emperor to show off our might, everyone feels extremely majestic, and who knows that we are also painstaking."

But this is also no way, in addition to not daring to be affected by the weather quality of the tea tribute into the big and outside, we do not dare to hide private, these excellent tea for sale of silver two we are according to the number of handed over to the Beijing Division, of course, it is inevitable to take out some to give to the Beijing officials, the master of ceremonies and several leaders I have to honor ten catties of good tea every year, now the humble is under the jurisdiction of the adult, the humble said frankly, but also hope that the adult will perceive the situation, understand the difficulties of our slaves."

Yang Ling smiled bitterly when he heard it, he thought that a big case of bullying the monarch turned out to be a customary rule in the officialdom: all tributes that cannot be guaranteed in quality and quantity should be followed rather than pay tribute to Ouchi, so as not to be angry, but not beautiful.

However, Mo Qinghe told him so frankly, which also made him feel good, whether Mo Qinghe showed sincerity or was open-minded, at least it showed that he did have the intention of moving closer to himself. Yang Ling laughed, raised his glass and said to Mo Qinghe: "Thank you Lord Mo for telling me frankly and solving the doubts in my heart, Yang is on an errand in front of you, of course you know your suffering, and now that you know the clues, you will naturally not be surprised."

Yang Ling listened to Liu Biao's report, and decided to take the tariff supervisor Yuan Xiong to open his sword, but Mo Qinghe's tribute tea is in his heart, and he has always been a heart disease, and now that he knows the details, his heart is very happy, and the two of them have a lot of tea and talk, and their feelings for each other are a lot warmer.

When the two of them went down the mountain and got on the sedan chair, Mo Qinghe raised his hand, and the tax supervisor who guarded the tea garden hurriedly led a few people to carry over two small boxes, Yang Ling said suspiciously: "This is?" ”

Mo Qinghe said with a smile: "My lord, there is really nothing decent on this mountain except for tea, in this box, there are ten catties of the best dragon well before the rain, take it back and try it, if the weather is bad when the tea is harvested next year, you won't be able to drink such good tea."

Yang Ling knew that before such a real superb rain, if he was sold to the rich people in Jiangnan on the market at this time, one or two teas would be worth ten taels of silver, and this small box of tea would be a thousand taels of silver, and a sip of tea would be a month's ration for ordinary people, which was too extravagant.

However, since everyone in the past was accustomed to receiving it, Mo Qinghe had not returned to his heart at this time, if he did not accept it, it would inevitably make him suspicious, so he nodded with a smile, Mo Qinghe rubbed his hands and said: "This box, there are four mandarin duck pillows inside, although the tea leaves in the pillow are not the tip of the emperor before the rain, it is also a first-class good tea, the pillow is on the top, a body of tea fragrance, clear heart and eyes, the most conducive to sleep, hehe, send it to adults and Mrs."

Yang Ling heard that it was a tea pillow, but he smiled a little, this tea pillow is fragrant, the three girls in Beijing must like it, but when they heard the number, they were stunned for a moment: it is a mandarin duck pillow, and it is a double pillow, but there are only three people in the young lady, Yu'er and Xue'er, what does it mean for him to send four sets? This is also about good things in pairs? ”

Yang Ling raised his eyes and saw Mo Qinghe's eyes smiling, and suddenly his face was hot, knowing that he believed that Gao Wenxin would be married back as a concubine sooner or later, he couldn't defend himself, so he had to respond vaguely, and asked someone to accept the two boxes, and the two of them got up in a sedan chair and left Lion Rock.

Out of the mountain pass, first have to pass through a small village to turn on the official road back to the city, Yang Ling sat in the sedan chair and suddenly heard someone in front of him scolding, quickly opened the sedan curtain to see, only to see two tax collectors holding whips are driving a ragged child, seeing that the age is only about ten years old, and hurriedly shouted: "Stop!" ”

The two of them pumped vigorously, but they didn't hear it at all, Zheng Baihu, who was following the sedan chair, rushed over with an arrow, snatched the leather whip from the tax collector's hand, pushed him to a stagger, and shouted: "Your Excellency has an order, didn't you hear it?" ”

As soon as the tax collector turned around, he saw that Yang Ling had already gotten off the sedan chair, and his fierce face immediately changed into a flattering smile, nodded and stood aside. Mo Qinghe also got off the sedan chair, hurriedly grabbed it and said, "My lord, what's wrong?" ”

Yang Ling saw that the child had retreated to a tea stall, he looked very thin, his thin body seemed to have a huge head, a pair of big eyes were full of intelligence, but his clothes were tattered, and his face was very dirty.

Yang Ling walked over and squatted down, pressed the child's shoulder, only to feel that he was skinny and pitiful, Yang Ling asked softly: "Little brother, you are not a local, right?" What about the family? ”

Yang Ling walked forward, Zheng Baihu led the four fans to catch up, and the kid saw five majestic men behind Yang Ling, holding a single knife in his hand, and he didn't dare to respond. Yang Ling looked back and frowned, "A child's family, are you still afraid that this official will be assassinated?" Don't freak out kids, get out of the way."

Zheng Baihu hurriedly led the people to retreat a few steps, Mo Qinghe also walked over, squatted down, and smiled kindly: "Little guy, this adult is a good person, you have to answer when he asks you, and when the adult is happy, he will reward you with a few pennies to buy a few big meat buns to eat."

When the kid heard about the meat buns, his eyes couldn't help but light up, he swallowed his saliva, and then he said: "Master, my name is Wen Xiaohua, I am from Xukou Town, I was hungry, I saw wild fruits on the trees on the side of the road, and I wanted to beat a few to eat, and the uncle whipped me with a whip."

Yang Ling glanced at Mo Qinghe, Mo Qinghe frowned and said, "Xukou Town? That's the boundary of Suzhou, did you come here alone? What about your family? ”

The child nodded timidly and said, "Yes! When all my family died, I went around begging for food, and I came to this place."

Yang Ling asked, "Why is the family gone?" Has there been a plague here? ”

Mo Qinghe shook his head and said, "I haven't heard of the plague, child, tell me, how did the family die?" ”

The child blinked his big timid eyes and said: "My family's land is next to the river, and in May there was a flood that flooded my family's land, and my father sold his house to go to the city to run small trades, but he also had to collect taxes when he entered the city, and he secretly climbed the city wall and fell and was injured, and my mother sold the land to treat his injuries, but the Japanese people came, robbed my family of money and things, and killed my father and mother, so I begged everywhere."

Yang Ling was sad when he heard this, and at this time, the old man who was setting up a tea stall on the side of the road recognized Mo Qinghe, and couldn't help but say in surprise: "You are Mo Ye?" Great good man! ”

Mo Qinghe was stunned for a moment, and asked rhetorically, "Do you recognize me?" ”

The old man said excitedly: "Recognize, last winter, Mo Ye was giving porridge in the city, and the old man went to your house to beg for food, and the widow Zhang in our village remarried and left a small child, the child called Shui Sheng, no one cares, isn't Mo Ye taking it in?" Hehe, the old man remembers you, this kid is quite pitiful, but he is still smart, Mo Ye is kind, it is better to take him in."

Yang Ling glanced at Mo Qinghe, and said unexpectedly: "Master Mo is really worthy of the life of a good person, it turns out that he not only gave porridge to save people, but also adopted orphans."

Before Mo Qinghe could say a few words of humility, the old man had already preemptively said: "Mo Ye is a good person, who doesn't know Hangzhou City?" Mo Ye has adopted dozens of lonely and helpless children, and this child met you today, but he is really virtuous."

Mo Qinghe seemed a little uncomfortable when he heard him praise in front of Yang Ling, and hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, you old man", he looked the child named Wen Xiaohua up and down a few times, nodded and said, "Okay, you can go with me, how about it?" I'll find you a place to eat, drink, and learn some trades."

The child was very clever, and when he heard this, he quickly knelt down and said happily: "Thank you, sir, as long as I can have something to eat, you can let me do anything."

Mo Qinghe didn't think he was dirty, he smiled and touched his head, turned his head and called to the housekeeper: "Lao Li, take this child, do you have anything to eat?" Let's give him a cushion first."

Yang Ling walked back with him and said, "Master Mo has taken in dozens of orphans? This is really a great good deed, but it is really difficult for you to raise so many children in the house."

Mo Qinghe's face was slightly embarrassed and said: "The adults have won the award, our family, alas, who is our family, adults also understand, just want to do more good deeds, and have a good retribution in the next life, these children I just help them beg for food, and did not stay in the house, but entrusted people to send them to the local weavers to do some chores and learn some crafts, for my sake, those weavers do not dare to embarrass them, give them a way to live."

Yang Ling was really in awe of this eunuch at this time, whether he wanted to accumulate yin and virtue and repay him well, but what he did, how much he was impassioned for the country and the people, but he could only talk in general terms, although he didn't understand many big truths, but he really did a lot of good things.

Although he also received a lot of benefits from taking advantage of his power, it was extremely commendable that he could think of helping the poor people.

The local weavers are under the jurisdiction of the weaving eunuch Li Daxiang, and the weaving households are mostly concentrated in Suzhou, so Li Daxiang's yamen is located in Suzhou, Yang Ling and Mo Qinghe returned to the city, did not go back to the house directly, first went to a small shop with local flavor, the two sat under the weeping willows and drank lightly, laughed at the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, and then did not get enough, simply went to the local weavers to visit.

Yang Ling remembers reading when he was a child, and heard that during the Ming Dynasty, Jiangnan weavers hired workers, which has been quite large-scale, and has a rudimentary form of capitalism.

When I was about to go out, I suddenly saw a fat man of eleven or twelve years old, carrying a bag of white yarn in, and when I saw an outsider, I couldn't help but stand by the door, raised my sleeves and wiped the sweat on my forehead, and was stunned and just smiled.

Mo Qinghe smiled and pointed at the child and said, "This child is also fatherless and motherless, I looked pitiful, so I took it in and sent it here." Well, that was last summer.

Hehe, I'm not afraid of adults laughing, the people I sent, these weavers don't dare not give face, and they will never treat them badly, so I have never seen it in the future, I remember this child, or because of his big sarcoma, otherwise I really can't remember. ”

Yang Ling took a look, the sturdy boy was sturdy, and it seemed that life here was really good, but his neck was thick and short, and a purple-red terrible sarcoma was born on his side, which was annoying to look at.

Although Yang Ling knew that this kid had a pitiful background, he also had a strange feeling in his heart, let alone others, if it weren't for Mo Qinghe's kindness, it was estimated that no one would use him if this kid wanted to do something legitimately, so he could only be a beggar for the rest of his life. For Mo Qinghe's feat, I couldn't help but feel a kind of respect in my heart.

But the strange thing is that why did the little guy see Mo Qinghe's normal expression and not see his benefactor's expression? Yang Ling was slightly suspicious in his heart, and then remembered that this little fat man had only seen Mo Qinghe, and after a long time, the child remembered it so clearly, and his suspicion suddenly dissipated.

The little fat man looked at a few guests and just smiled, and did not come forward to salute, and Orito Gaoming scolded with a smile: "Silly boy, what do you see, quickly move things in, don't get in the way of the eyes of adults." When the fat boy heard this, he hurriedly picked up the yarn and ran in with a smoke.

Yang Ling walked into the West Cross Courtyard with a red face, Gao Wenxin had been bored at home for a day, and when he heard that he came back and was busy with joy, he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Yang Ling's strange expression. Yang Ling handed over a scroll of words and said, "Wenxin, put away this good student."

Gao Wen said in surprise: "Did someone send the master any celebrity calligraphy and paintings?" She opened the scroll and glanced at it, her face suddenly fell, and she said sourly: "Jun is like a bright moon, I use the fog to make a love poem, our master is really a romantic character, when I arrived in this Jiangnan water town, I don't know how many daughters I want to be fascinated by."

Yang Ling said with a smile: "This poem was heard when I was in my hometown, Mrs. Mo appreciated it very much, so she copied two volumes, this volume was returned to me, don't think nonsense, by the way, what do you think of this Mrs. Mo's calligraphy?" That's a good hand."

Gao Wenxin didn't believe his nonsense, if it was really so magnificent, why did he look embarrassed? She looked at the word and snorted: "The word is not bad, but it is stronger than me, but this poetry is profound, could it be that the young lady sister gave it to you?" ”

Yang Ling snorted twice, not taking her tone. As soon as she returned to the house, Mrs. Mo excitedly took out two scrolls, she had copied the poems, in duplicate, and one was given to Yang Ling as a thank you gift.

Originally, there was nothing to do, but I didn't know if it was the Jiangnan woman who was so generous, or if Mrs. Mo had been in the Qinglou for many years, and she didn't know what to do, so she didn't know how to avoid it at all, she came to Yang Ling, opened the scroll, smiled smartly, and pointed.

That behavior is nothing if it is left in modern times, but Yang Ling has been in this era for a long time, and he has never seen other people's wives so unsuspecting, close to each other, only smelling the fragrance and wind, and breathing like an orchid, which made him feel cramped and uneasy, but Mo Qinghe didn't think it was angry at all, and he couldn't have a seizure.

Until Mrs. Mo finally put away the scroll, tied it and handed it to him, the slender jade fingers actually took advantage of the situation and lightly swiped it in his palm, which frightened Yang Ling's heart, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Mrs. Mo looking at a pair of seductive eyes, enchanting, charming, biting her red lips lightly, although it was only a momentary display of style, but it was like still water throwing stones, rippling layers of ripples in people's hearts, Yang Ling knew that she was not informal, but deliberately seduced herself.

This beauty's style, romantic but not inferior, although she seduces others in front of her husband, that kind of strange charm makes people can't rise to the slightest bad feeling, Yang Ling only said that she is married to a eunuch husband, the spring is lonely, and a young man lives in Huer's house, which makes her want to be wrong. I didn't dare to sit more at the moment, so I was busy talking to Mo Qinghe for a few words, and then I hugged my head and ran away.

Of course he wouldn't tell Gao Wenxin about such an embarrassing thing, seeing that she was still a little angry, Yang Ling hurriedly smiled and said, "Uh, Wenxin, shouldn't we take medicine and acupuncture?" ”

Gao Wen glanced at him skillfully, and said: "That's not possible, your old man still saw Liu Qianhu first, don't shout when you want acupuncture, wait until your waist is tied into a sieve, and it's strange that the young lady and sister don't fight with me when you go back."

Yang Ling blurted out and said: "That's not afraid, I'm afraid that I will shout in the room and be misunderstood by the fans", he suddenly stopped talking here, regretting that he almost wanted to give himself a mouthful: "You bastard, you obviously don't want to incur love debts anymore, and you have to keep your mouth open, do you think this is the original chat with female colleagues in the office?" At this time, the woman is dead-eyed."

He was embarrassed, didn't Gao Wenxin blush with shame? But she didn't have a trace of gloom, her eyes were very complicated, and she didn't know what she was thinking, she glanced at Yang Ling deeply, and said softly: "My maid went to invite Liu Qianhu in", for a while, the tone was indescribably gentle and charming.

The woman is really dressed up, Gao Wenxin is wearing an ordinary Jiangnan women's dress, the luxurious and graceful atmosphere is gone, quite a little jasper, she hurriedly ran upstairs, carrying the emerald green skirt, stomped on the pair of red embroidered shoes, and glanced at Yang Ling angrily and said: "Don't look for me next time, and if you want people to smile at him, I want to vomit."

Gao Wenxin has a long figure, his eyebrows and eyes are as clear as water, at this time, he stomped on his bow shoes and was coquettish, his demeanor was graceful, and he was moving, and Yang Ling's eyes lit up, and he quickly nodded and said: "That's, that's, rest assured, don't worry, if it's not for the fear of startling the grass and snakes, I'm not willing to cough cough, you go to the back to avoid it first, I'll come to see what the pervert who smells the fragrance looks like."

Gao Wenxin snorted, turned around and avoided the back room, only to hear a man outside the door laugh and say, "Yes, yes, you didn't blame me, this woman really has a taste." But when it comes to the front, Lao Tzu can only pay ten taels for the capital of the head, and you have rice and grain in your hand, I will go back and ask the secretary to buy it at a high price, you can't make less money, hahaha."

With the words, a fox-faced, slightly black-faced officer accompanied by Liu Biao, dressed as a philistine businessman, broke into the room with a smile, he saw that the room was not the imaginary girl spring boudoir, but a small flower hall, a young man in white clothes and blue belt, sitting on a chair looking at him with a smile, there were four men in black standing behind the son, the figure was fierce, the expression was gloomy, he couldn't help but be stunned, and immediately reached out to touch the handle of the knife on his waist.

Liu Biao's lazy philistine appearance was swept away, he raised his leg and kicked him on the crook of his knee, followed by a snowy dagger that had pressed against his neck, only to hear this businessman who claimed to have rice and grain to sell and wanted to dedicate himself to beauty and shouted gloomily: "The one sitting on the top is Lord Yang Lingyang, who is the commander of the inner factory, the commander of the inner guard, and the commander of the army who is ordered to inspect the taxes in Jiangnan, and he does not kowtow to salute."

The officer was stunned, he heard that it was not a robber kidnapper, and the danger of death was greatly reduced, and his heart was half relieved, but the dignified governor of the inner factory, Lord Qincha, wanted to see him is not a matter of words? What are you doing so mysteriously? He thought of the illegal and undisciplined things he had done, he couldn't help but sweat coldly, hurriedly bowed down, and said in a trembling voice: "Xiaguan Long Shanwei commands the servant Ding Lin to meet Lord Yang Yang."

Yang Ling leaned over and smiled: "Ding Yanshi, this governor took the liberty to invite you to come, do you know what it is?" ”

Beads of sweat oozed from Long Shanwei's commanding servant Ding Lin's forehead, and he said with a panicked expression: "The subordinate officials don't know." Not long after the establishment of the inner factory, he still doesn't know what some powerful methods are, but the torture of Jinyiwei in the east factory and the west factory has long been heard. Ding Lin didn't do any less illegal things, and as he spoke, he couldn't help but tremble.

Yang Ling straightened up his waist and dusted off his robe, cocked Erlang's legs, a snow-white boot with an upper swayed on Ding Lin's forehead, he leisurely picked up a cup of tea and said, "Zheng Baihu, read it to him!" ”

"Obey the command!" Zheng Baihu complied, took a step forward, and said Ding Lin's illegal acts of buying the fields of the officers and soldiers of the guard, greedy for military salaries, and destroying the soldiers' wives one by one, Ding Lin's face was like dirt when he listened, Zheng Baihu had not finished speaking, he had already climbed two steps forward, and said in a lamented voice: "The lower official is guilty, the lower official deserves to die, ask for forgiveness, ask for mercy!" As he spoke, his head slammed down.

Yang Ling put down the teacup and said with a slight smile: "Ding Yanshi, I have found solid evidence for these things, I believe that if you want someone to testify, the officers and soldiers you 'treat' so well will also gladly come forward to testify, any of these are enough to kill your head, what do you say?" ”

Ding Lin said in a trembling voice: "Yes, yes, the lower official knows, the lower official deserves to die, beg the lord."

Yang Ling intercepted and said: "As the saying goes, it is better to ask for someone than to ask for it, if Lord Ding wants to make meritorious service and atone for his sins, you have to rely on yourself."

Ding Lin heard that there was something in his words, his eyes couldn't help but light up, and he hurriedly raised his face and said eagerly: "Please give me advice, and all the officials will obey."

Yang Ling said: "In fact, the official also knows that of the six of your brothers, only one of you has taken the military position, the family is huge, and it is all dependent on you to support it alone, and it is really not enough to rely on that little money, as for you and the soldier's wife, you are willing to do it, although the sin is unforgivable, but it is also willing, if you are willing to help the official do something, I will turn these sins for you, and I can turn the big things into small things, and the small things will be turned into small things."

Ding Lin said with a smile: "Thank you for your kindness, I don't know what your lord wants to do?" ”

Yang Ling stared at him and said: "I heard that the commander of Longshan Wei, Master Bi Chunbi, often framed the soldiers for violating military regulations, and then pressed the soldiers to give up Wei Tian to the prison army Yuan Gonggong privately, and the quota of 6,500 people in the army, now only one-third, they are all old, weak, sick and disabled, Bi Chun and Yuan Xiong concealed it and did not report it, bullied the military salary, and even the allocated shipbuilding silver was embezzled into everyone's pockets, and now the ordnance is dilapidated and unusable, but is there such a thing?" ”

Although Ding Lin is in command, but Bi Chun has great power in his hands, and he colluded with Yuan Xiong, covering the sky with one hand, and not taking him in his eyes at all, these benefits are limited to him, and he has long been dissatisfied with Bi Chun in his heart, listening to the tone, this Qin Cha seems to want to rectify Bi Chun and the prison army Yuan Gonggong, he can't help but secretly rejoice in his heart.

But after many years of accumulation, he didn't dare to confide the truth for a while, so he couldn't help but hesitate, Yang Ling snorted coldly when he saw this, and said: "Since you can't put your heart into this official, I don't bother to save you, you go back."

Ding Lin had no room to think about it, and hurriedly said: "Don't blame me, my lord, the next official is recruited!" At that moment, Ding Lin confided all the ugly things he knew about Yuan Xiong and Bi Chun, and it was even more outrageous that Bi Chun was an elite except for more than 500 people in the pro-military camp, and the rest had no combat power, so when the Japanese invaders came, he deliberately staggered with the Japanese and let the Japanese rob.

In terms of command ability and bravery, Bi Chun is really a strong general, otherwise when he gathered a few elite soldiers from the guard post to go north to the imperial border, he would not have the courage to engage with the Tartars. But this time, if he fought desperately against the Japanese invaders, all the people who died were his own elite, out of his own selfishness, he was responsible for defending the land, but he let the Japanese rob, and when the Japanese retreated, he chased with great fanfare, and the Japanese invaders left a large number of looted property when they did not have time to escape, and Bi Chun took the opportunity to collect it into his own pocket, the general of the Ming Dynasty, but became the overlord of black and black.

Yang Ling listened to the seven stealing cigarettes, and after Ding Lin finished speaking, a fan of the desk in the corner of the room brushed over a piece of ink-drenched confession paper, Ding Lin reluctantly pressed his handprint, and then heard Yang Ling sneer: "Very good, the person who knows the times is Junjie, I hope that Lord Ding can cooperate sincerely with the Governor, the matter you just confessed to the Governor has been recorded, this case also needs Lord Ding to use the convenience to collect more evidence, and the Governor will also take it with confidence."

Ding Lin was dumbfounded when he heard this: "It turns out that this factory supervisor is scolding him, although he has heard about these things, there is no one to prove it at all!" Ding Lin regretted it a little, but he had just signed the pledge, and at this time he was already on the thief ship, and if he thought about it, with only this piece of paper, Yang Ling could arrest him into the inner factory for torture.

People's hearts are like iron, official laws are like furnaces, who can hide secrets under the torture of factory guards? Even if Gonggong Yuan and Bi Chunken rescued him, when he came out, he would be crippled, and Ding Lin had no choice but to agree in frustration.

Yang Ling didn't blindly rely on intimidation to let him do things, seeing that he agreed, he hurriedly helped him up with a smile, made a wish, painted him a splendid future, and blew the deflated Ding Yan again before letting him go.

After he left, Liu Biao said slightly strangely: "My lord, our factory guards take people, there are only some clues, officials like Bi Chun and Ding Lin can be tortured without asking for a decree, not to mention that we have some solid evidence, why do you have to go to great lengths to use this guy?" ”

Yang Ling smiled faintly and said, "Liu Biao, Ding Lin is not afraid!" Bi Chun is not afraid! Yuan Xiong is not afraid! But do you think our enemies are really them? ”

He shook his head and said: "Fei Ye, our real opponent is in Beijing, these people are not so much the people we have to deal with, but a weapon, those people in Beijing are waiting to use them against us, and we are also using them against Jingli, hehe, so the more conclusive the evidence, the better, if the human and material evidence is true, they just want to move away from right and wrong, and there is no excuse."

Liu Biao was stunned when he heard this: "Yes, why did you forget why you came to Jiangnan?" This is simply a bureau set up by the master of ceremonies and the East Factory, will they honestly watch Lord Yang solve this bureau? Now dealing with these eunuchs is actually fighting a battle, and if they win, they will win the support of hundreds of tax supervisors in the world, weakening the strength of the ceremonial eunuchs and Dongchang. If you lose, you will not only lose a tax supervision department, but at that time, the tax supervisors in various places will make it difficult in many ways, and I am afraid that the existing financial routes and forces will also be finished! ”

"The adults are getting more and more scheming" Liu Biao glanced at Yang Ling with admiration, and said respectfully: "So, do we have to wait for Ding Biao to get the credentials before we do them?" ”

Yang Ling shook his head and said, "No! Now that the arrow is ready to be issued, the three major eunuchs in Jiangnan have indeed committed illegal acts, and if none of them are investigated, they will also be told the truth. This Yuan Xiong is decided. However, our excuse has nothing to do with taxes, but to corrupt military discipline, and as a messenger, I have the duty to investigate by the way, and I can't do anything without the order.

Now I want to send someone to Beijing immediately to report the matter to the emperor, and ask for the will to take someone immediately! This matter can't be hidden from the factory guards at all, so you can only rush to speed, you pick a few clever points to go back to Beijing immediately, first go to see Wu Da's stall, and then enter the palace to face the saint."

"Yes!" Liu Biao agreed, hurriedly turned around and went out.

Gao Wenxin walked out from behind the wall, blinked and said, "The eldest master is ready to catch the thief?" That~~~ Brother and sister Zhang Tian invited you to Suzhou tomorrow, do you want to go? ”

Yang Ling stretched his waist and said, "Go, why don't you go, how can the news come back from Beijing so quickly?" I'm also relieved that Liu Biao is guarding here! ”

As he said and saw Gao Wenxin's Jiangnan woman dress, his eyes couldn't help but light up, and he smiled: "Wonderful, as soon as you wear this dress, it's a beauty in the water town, I don't think you need to change it, Ming said that he was wearing this dress, picked up his trouser legs, barefoot, let's go boating in Taihu Lake and learn that" He patted his head and said: "Then who is coming?" ”

Gao Wenxin was uncomfortable by him, and couldn't help blurting out: "Xi Shi Fan Li! ”

Yang Ling clapped his hands and said, "Yes, yes, Xi Shi Fan Li!" ”

He didn't mean to say to Gao Wenxin, but he couldn't pronounce the words of Dr. Fan, and as soon as Gao Wenxin said it, he realized that his metaphor was a bit inappropriate, and if the relationship between himself and Gao Wenxin was compared to Xi Shi Fan Li, what would it become? So he couldn't help but laugh out loud after he finished speaking.

Gao Wenxin's eyes rolled, and he saw Yang Ling smiling evilly, and Zheng Baihu and several fans behind him pursed their lips tightly, seemingly very serious, but their faces showed a strange upturned shape, and they couldn't help but be ashamed like a shrimp, and even their necks were red.

(To be continued)