Volume 3: Tempered into Steel Chapter 107: There is a lot of and urine on the lazy donkey
Cui Jian Cheng was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect Xiao Rong to ask such a question when they met, and after a few seconds of pause, he spoke:
"Well, I sent it to you once at the beginning of the month, weren't you busy arranging the list of prisoners on duty at that time, so you got it back first, why do you want to see it now?"
"Tell me about the general situation first." Xiao Rong said as he walked.
When they arrived at the door, a carriage was already waiting, and the main officials of the three Guozijian got into the car in turn and went straight to the Jinyi Guard's prison.
"The general situation is like this, the main thing is that the Beijing division collects more during the war,
These days, it was already going to stop, but it happened that Guizhou and Huguang rebelled against the seedlings, and there were thieves in Guangdong, so they continued to collect a few.
And it is calculated according to the imperial court standard, which is higher than the donation of thirty percent. In the carriage, Cui Jiancheng made a concluding speech.
Xiao Rong's eyes did not show a trace, and he turned around Chen Wen and Cui Jiancheng. Although he didn't believe it, the situation between the two of them was indeed the same, and even if he had any doubts, he couldn't do anything.
"The emperor has returned to Beijing, don't do this kind of thing in the future, remember that no matter what changes, things start because of the defense of Beijing, and they will end because of the stability of Beijing.
Or how would Jinyiwei arrest the people? Isn't there something flawed in what we're doing? As an official, we must be cautious and cautious.
Although there is a public heart, but we can say it clearly, it is inevitable that people will be criticized, in case those gang of princes know about it, they may not know how to say ugly things in the court.
I'll hand it over to tomorrow morning, remember, there can't be a single cent of difference in the accounts, and if you encounter this situation in the future, no matter how big or small the matter is, let me know first. ”
"Yes, my subordinates understand!" The two humbly agreed.
After the matter was finished, the edict prison arrived, and the three Confucian scholars who read poetry and books stood in front of this famous prison, and they couldn't help but tremble in their hearts and sweat their palms.
"Stop!"
Qianqing Palace in the Forbidden City
"Your Majesty, the person has already asked Xiao Rong to take it back according to your wishes." Guo Mao knelt on the ground to report.
"Keep an eye on it, thieves don't just steal one thing." Zhu Qizhen commanded lightly with a note in his hand.
"Yes!"
As Guo Mao retreated, the autumn wind suddenly rose, bringing the yellow sand in the sky and the cold of early winter to the capital, and it was winter overnight.
Datong
Biansai, the north wind, which is several times colder than the capital division, roars from the grassland, and the thick gravel makes the eyes of the people who blow can't open them.
A caravan loaded with grain entered the city from the south gate of Datong Youwei, and drove firmly towards the outside of the fortress in the face of the strong wind.
"Grandma's! Why is this suddenly so windy? In the caravan, someone shouted cursed.
"Stop gossiping, hurry up and go out of the city to deliver the goods, and go home to hug your daughter-in-law when you're done." The leader gave a lecture, and the caravan returned to silence.
In the empty streets, only the caravan horse bells shook and made a crisp clanging sound.
The guard was not large, and it didn't take long for the caravan to reach the northern gate, which was closed at this time, and there was not even a single soldier guarding the gate.
The leader came alone to a hut under the city walls, and after a few "bangbangbang" sounds, a very impatient voice came from inside the door.
"Who? It's a cold day! Don't sleep at home, knock on what door? Get out of town and wait for tomorrow! ”
"It's me, Mr. Qian! Delivered. The leader's flattering voice followed.
The door squeaked open, and a Mr. Qian in soft armor squeezed out of the door, and his tone was a little more embarrassed.
"Oh, I thought it was, hahaha, it turned out to be you, brother, come and come into the house to warm up first?"
But his body didn't move at all and blocked the door, obviously just a polite sentence.
"Hehe, no, no, the weather is bad on the road this time, and then wait for the buyer to estimate that he will leave, so let's go out of the city as soon as possible to deliver the goods." The leader smiled and stuffed a bag of things into Mr. Qian's arms.
Mr. Qian weighed it in his hand, the smile on his face was even bigger, and he hurriedly said: "That's okay, I won't delay your big event." Hey, open the door bunny! ”
As Mr. Qian's words fell, the sound of a rope tightening, accompanied by the tooth-sore sound of opening the door, sounded at the same time, and the north gate of Datong Right Guard slowly opened.
"There is President Lao Qian, say hello to General Shi for my master!" Boss Hug Fist Do.
"Definitely! It's still a quarter of an hour! Mr. Qian emphasized.
"Don't worry, when are we going to miss the hour?"
The caravan had already taken its own hands and headed out of the city, and the leader mounted his mount and rushed to the front of the caravan.
After leaving the city, I saw that there were already people waiting here, and all of them were Mongolians wearing woolen jackets.
"Brother Zhu, you're late this time!" Mongol leader
He shouted at the convoy from afar.
"The weather is bad and delayed, and Brother Tokh has not been seen for a long time."
The two groups of people began to exchange vehicles under the noses of the defenders of the right guard of Datong, and the stone steward began to inspect the goods after a few words of greeting with the other party.
"Hey, what are you doing?" The defender rabbit cub suddenly noticed a dark figure and wanted to get out of the city, and hurriedly asked.
"Master Jun, you look at me dressed like this, don't I deliver it!
I didn't go out with my stomach just now, if you don't worry, I'll wait inside, just wait for you to be scolded and you have to say something for me. The dark shadow said aggrievedly.
"Okay, okay, hurry up and work, lazy people have a lot of and urine, so ink?" The rabbit cub said in disgust.
"Hey, thank you, Master Jun!" The black shadow grinned and showed a mouthful of large white teeth, which stood out in the dark night.
By the time the black shadow left the city, the transaction was nearing the end, and he hurried to the front to help push away the grain cart while returning to the silver cart together.
"Hey, why don't you make a torch with this black paint?" The dark shadow fumbled with the silver cart and asked his companion on the side.
"Harm! New here, right? ”
"Big brother Mingjian, you will know it as soon as you hear it." The dark shadow said quietly.
"How can we be above board? Hey, whose family are you a relative? Whose relationship is it to take? The companion asked.
"Me? I...... Oops, you guys push first, oops, my belly, no, I have to go and quickly. As he spoke, the shadow suddenly clutched his stomach and shouted, and at this time the carriage had entered the city gate.
"Hurry up, it's really lazy donkey to grind and pee." The companion fanned the air in front of him in disgust.
"Hey, thank you, big brother, I'll invite you to drink when you go back."
The black shadow hid in the alley on the side, the smile on his face was gone, and he flipped it in his hand, revealing two things, and the silver light could be faintly seen by the moonlight.
"This group of nobles is simply a moth of the dynasty! What else do you have to say? ”
Datong has been an important military town since ancient times, and the right guard of Datong under its jurisdiction is an outpost to resist invasion, and Shi Biao, as the commander of the right guard of Datong, has repeatedly blocked the Wara army from entering the Kou during the civil war.
At this time, in the general's mansion, Shi Biao was sitting with a letter in his hand, and his face looked uncertain under the light of the candlelight.
On the desk were scattered golden beans, and Mr. Qian of the city gate stood respectfully in front of the table.