Zhao Bin was anxious: "Can you let me finish speaking!" ”

Qin Kui: "You are tired of hearing this set of words!" Just say what you want to do! ”

Zhao Bin: "Leave the grain!" ”

Qin Kui: "Hijacking official food is Ling Chi's crime, don't you want to die!" ”

Zhao Bin: "Master, I cover my face and wear a condom, and I will run to the mountains when I am done, where do you find my master?!" ”

Qin Kui: "Presumptuous! ”

Zhao Bin: "There are many of us, and there are few of you, if you don't give it, you will all be slaughtered, and you will have to weigh it yourself." This grain belongs to the imperial court, and his life is his own, and it is not worth taking his own life for other people's things. ”

Qin Kui glared angrily.

"Don't give me a glare at the master, I'll count to three, you throw the carriage and horse food here and get out quickly, otherwise don't blame the master for being polite! One, two—"

Qin Kui: "Wait! ”

Zhao Bin: "Do you want to break the net?" ”

Qin Kui: "You leave a way horizontally!" You're so surrounded, where are we going! ”

Zhao Bin: "Get out of the way!" ”

The encirclement flashed a way, and Qin Kui and his wife left with the officers and soldiers who were holding the grain, leaving Zhao Bin and the others to smirk proudly.

A whole day and a night trip. At noon the next day, Qin Xiao and his entourage rushed to Chengdu Mansion. Qin Kui and his entourage also caught up with them last night because they abandoned the grain cart and traveled lightly.

At this time, the Governor Yang Yinglong was resting in his Governor's Yamen "Yangxin Pavilion".

Yang Yinglong was lying on the Luohan bed with his eyes closed, his twentieth aunt Zhao Qiao'er was using her hair to twist into a twisted shape to pick his ears, Lord Yang squinted his eyes with an expression of intoxication and couldn't extricate himself, as if he was about to reach an orgasm in an instant.

The doorman led Ma Douhu, Qin Xiao, Ma Qiancheng, and Qin Kui into the door.

"Your Excellency." The doorman crept up to the Governor and shouted softly.

Yang Yinglong nodded slightly as if dozing.

"My lord, Shizhu Xuanfu made Ma Douhu and Lord Ma personally escort the field tax grain."

Yang Yinglong suddenly sat up from the Luohan bed as if he was startled, but his expression was still stagnant after the climax.

"Could it be that Xiaobinzi didn't succeed—"

The doorman suddenly pulled Yang Yinglong, and Yang Yinglong reacted at this time, it turned out that Ma Douhu was standing in front of him.

He immediately rolled over from the Luohan bed with a smiling face:

"Yo! Here comes Brother Ma! Brother Ma is here, Lao Yang and I have lost my welcome, guilty of sin! ”

Ma Douhu hugged his fists and bowed, Qin Kui, Ma Qiancheng, and Qin Xiao knelt down on one knee and said in unison: "See Lord Governor!" ”

"Hurry up, please!" Yang Yinglong helped Ma Douhu up, pulled him to the Luohan bed, and the two sat down together. Qin Xiao and the three of them also sat down separately. The servant brought tea.

Yang Yinglong: "Brother Ma is tired, drink tea!" ”

Ma Douhu: "Isn't it, three hundred miles of road for one day and one night, and the lower officials are galloping day and night!" ”

Yang Yinglong: "Why are you in such a hurry, slowly wander over, I didn't rush you." ”

Ma Douhu: "Isn't it peaceful, I heard that Guangning's tax grain was robbed by bandits when he was returning to Longshan." ”

Yang Yinglong: "Old Yang, I am derelict in my responsibility, I have already asked the court to punish me for three years...... Brother Ma didn't meet bandits. ”

Ma Douhu: "No, the tax and grain of my stone pillar are all parked outside the house waiting for acceptance, and the promotion is not bad!" ”

Yang Yinglong: "Oh? It seems that Shizhu has a good harvest this year. ”

Ma Douhu: "Your Excellency the Governor's words are wrong. My stone pillar land is barren and the people are poor, even in a bumper harvest year, the villagers can barely have some surplus grain after cutting off the field tax. Now that the imperial court has increased taxes, half of the villagers in my Shizhu are not enough to pay taxes even if they empty the rice jars at home......"

Yang Yinglong: "Then you still say that the promotion is not bad?" ”