"Chen Qingzhi in Xia Ma'anshan, Brother Tai is the Chen Anzhi I want to protect?"

Chen Anzhi looked at him hard, and the white-haired boy was also looking at him seriously, and he was even more meticulous than Chen Anzhi.

Gou arrived, as if he wanted to see through the pores on Chen Anzhi's face.

It wasn't until half a moment later that the white-haired boy finally took out a portrait from the cloth bag he was carrying, and after careful comparison, he scratched his head and asked.

"Poof!"

Chen Anzhi couldn't help but squirt a sip of tea, his face full of sarcasm.

I thought he was a master, but I didn't expect him to be blind.

"Boom!"

"No!"

One sword roar, two screams.

Chen Anzhi instantly felt a chill in his neck.

If it weren't for Tian Anxing and Confucius to stop in time, he would have been separated by his head by now, so that the three daughters who were married to him wore linen and filial piety, one laughed and the other cried.

......

"What the hell is that going on?"

Although his neck was once cold, Chen Anzhi felt that he could still dodge that sword.

Therefore, after Anping took the people away and settled down, Chen Anzhi was still a little unconvinced.

"The young first sword under heaven and man, Chen Qingzhi, the high disciple of Ma'anshan and the northern sword.

The old man spent 10,000 gold to invite him. ”

Chen Qingzhi's sword made Tian Anxing very satisfied.

So, he was a little complacent.

"Did you feel like his pores were going to be seen through by him?

That was the sword intent that only a Heavenly and Human Realm cultivator could cultivate.

The night owl of the merchant department should not be underestimated.

Ming Yazhi County in Wangcheng is considered to be born to you, but we broke the rules first, and they will no longer abide by some of their previous promises, they have to find someone to protect you, and I have to block it. ”

Putting aside the previous drunken maniac, Confucius said very solemnly.

"Mean, you don't care about me?"

After listening to the explanations of the two, Chen Anzhi instantly exploded.

"The road is on its own, and the chicks have to learn to fly."

Tian Anjing's words and face were just as heavy.

"Old fellow, if you don't pick me for a day, will you get used to it?"

Chen Anzhi was not impressed by Tian's heaviness, but made a final request to Confucius.

"When it's dark, I'll go.

gave him Chen Qingzhi, if he can't pass the level of Junchen, then let him die alive in Tianjiazhuang! ”

He poured a sip of the liquor fiercely, and when he saw him, he was yin and yang and solemnly bowed deeply at Tian Uneasy.

......

"Why?"

Chen Anzhi, who couldn't figure it out, had a nightmare, and then simply didn't want to think about it.

In the morning, after washing up, he glared fiercely at the shadowy white-haired boy, and he went out in a huff.

Because in his opinion, if Chen Qingzhi does not come, Confucius will not leave.

If Confucius doesn't leave, he won't have nightmares.

"Alas!"

Shaking his head helplessly, Chen Qingzhi knew that the gold lord was making the child's heart, so he didn't bother with him, but followed silently with the sword on his back.

That's how he came back then!

......

On the third day of the Lunar New Year in the spring of Chongzhen's 15th year, Chen Anzhi and Chen Qingyi walked into the yamen of the Wangcheng Merchant Division one after another.

This is the first time that Chen Anzhi has walked into this yamen under his own name since he supervised Wangcheng for nine years.

The scenery or something, there is nothing to write about, and Chen Anzhi is not in the mood to appreciate it.

Yes, he went straight to the position of the head of the main hall, and sat down with a frown.

And Chen Qingzhi stopped outside very interestingly and cultivated a closed-ear meditation.

"My lord, the county lord said that the Shang Officials Division is still outside the six departments, and there are some things he can't manage, otherwise the rules will be broken."

As soon as Chen Anzhibu sat down, Qin Buji, the assistant secretary who had been waiting for a long time, stepped forward and whispered softly with a sneering face.

There is no way, even if he kills, he can't do this.

......

"Don't talk nonsense!"

As soon as he heard the word "rules", Chen Anzhi was angry.

"There is an official document from the county department, and the amount of crime tax in Wangcheng this year has been mentioned as 60,000 taels, which was only 30,000 in previous years.

Come to Junchen, it's broken! ”

Qin Buji responded with a bitter face.

Wangcheng, as a lower county in Tiannan County, had an annual tax of no more than 300,000 taels of silver in previous years, and the proportion of the delegated crime tax was only one-tenth.

A few days ago, the snow disaster emptied the county's tax treasury with a wave of his hand.

Now in the treasury of the merchant division, rats will slip when they enter.

Originally, he wanted to exhaust his family property, brush up a wave of goodwill in front of the master who took care of his small life, and get a praise for doing a good job.

But unfortunately, the concubine and the mother-in-law walked hard enough, except for the two dogs in the yard, they were stunned.

The new county lord is obviously unwilling to manage.

Because of the incident of the Zhangjiawu Museum, the major businessmen and gentry moved when they heard the wind, as if they were bewitched by others, and they walked and fled, leaving behind some small households without oil and water, and the entire Wangcheng County can be said to be full of holes.

Now, except for Tianjiazhuang, a big golden household, he really doesn't know what other name to copy someone's house to fill this big hole.

You must know that since the officials of the Commercial Officials Division were replaced by sergeants, the official documents at the higher level were delegated, and they were like military orders, and there was no possibility of defense at all.

Moreover, the matter of taxes and silver is related to the national capital, and it cannot be misappropriated without the permission of the upper echelons.

For the sake of those fart people this time, the adults are really a little too arrogant.

"It seems that this is the so-called rule."

After listening to Qin Buer's words, Chen Anzhi finally understood the meaning of the "rules" in Confucius's mouth last night.

It means that you can fight life and death secretly in a conspiracy and trickery, but you can't pierce the smiling skin on the bright face, and the things on the table must be according to the rules of the table.

What can make Qin Bu'er so bitter is definitely that Tian Bu'an doesn't want to break this rule.

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