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Chapter 39 From Fighting and Killing to Sophistication ([-] words, please read and ask for tickets)

The sharp sword is often the scariest when it is hanging above the head and will not fall.

Because if you can determine the moment when it falls, you can make up your mind, or close your eyes and wait for death, or stubbornly resist, or die together.

But the sharp sword on the head was obviously raised, but it was on the verge of falling, making the lamb under the sword uncertain. Every second of breathing, a butcher's knife might fall down, and it might be safe...even death would not be a pleasure .

In short, it is to make people unable to let go of fantasy and prepare to fight.

This is the most tormenting.

Right now, the country gentry and aristocrats in the number one box of Zuixianlou have fallen into this kind of torture, like being PUAed by a scumbag county magistrate, they all wandered and sighed in the box, worrying about gains and losses.

The delicious food on the table is delicious, and no one touches a chopstick.

"What is the county magistrate's plan? Didn't you hear that the accounts will not be checked? Why are those military masters still wandering around the door of our house every day?"

"Huh, who said that there is no need to check? The old man heard that on the night of the account check, a demon sneaked into the account and burned it. The county magistrate was furious, and even personally beheaded a scribe who had colluded with outsiders. Maybe there is no need to check the account now. It is possible to ransack the house in the name of arresting demons!"

"This... you guys are so bold. It's good now, it directly angered the county magistrate."

"What does Cheng Yuanwai mean? My Chen family is a law-abiding great Zhou Liangmin, how could I do such a beheading thing."

"Heh, who in your Chen family doesn't know, they are indeed old and good citizens. I heard that they secretly sent someone to Meilu Garden to give gifts to the county magistrate last night. The funniest thing is that they were rejected... The old man was puzzled Why didn't such good people make up all the commercial taxes that were missed before? Why didn't they pay more for the county magistrate who admired the magistrate so much last time? Why did they unify the caliber with everyone? We are also patrolled by elite soldiers."

"You...you old fish seller..."

"Okay!" Liu Ziwen, who had been sitting at the table blowing tea with his eyes down, suddenly put down his teacup with a "thump".

The quarrel in the box stopped, and everyone sat down, drinking tea with their own thoughts in silence.

A tall, round-faced young squire frowned and said, "My uncles, stop arguing. Don't forget what we are here for today."

An old landowner seated at the back, wearing a furrow and wrinkled face said bitterly:

"What if the county magistrate doesn't come to this table of apology wine? Why don't we just send the money to Meiluyuan to make an apology? Things that are settled with money are not things, the old man has said it long ago, why do you have to fight against the official secretly..."

The frowning old landlord paused suddenly, because Liu Ziwen got up, picked up the teapot, and poured tea for him politely. The head of the Liu family spoke mildly, but the words he uttered were not gentle at all:
"Uncle Wu, thanks to everyone's praise in the past, we unanimously pushed our Liu family to take the lead. The previous Longcheng county magistrates, we also endured the same way, and everyone was very satisfied with the results after seeing the results. At that time, we didn't see what Uncle Wu said. , Uncle Wu just said this, isn’t it appropriate?”

"No...not suitable." Uncle Wu pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying, and hesitated: "But the county magistrate has soldiers in his hand..."

"Liu knows."

Liu Ziwen lowered his eyelids, gently pushed the tea to the old landlord, and patted the back of his old hand:

"This fight is nothing more than an exchange of interests and conditions. If Lord Ouyang didn't immediately lead his troops to overthrow the table, it means that there is still a chance to talk, and the net will not be broken. Isn't our banquet today just to treat guests and apologize? In addition, donate a sum of money in the name of repairing the yamen, and see if Lord Ouyang is satisfied."

"Everyone thinks highly of Liu, and Liu will naturally consider the overall interests of everyone, but..." Liu Ziwen changed the subject, "You are not allowed to kneel down and surrender like Uncle Wu just now, this will not only damage the interests of our Liu family, but also interests of all present.”

"Okay... okay."

Liu Ziwen smiled relaxedly at everyone, with a gesture of still mastering, and the latter relaxed.

However, Liu Ziwen was not at ease in his heart, and the quarrel just now made him aware of the weakness of these landlords and rich men, and their respective ulterior motives.

If he knew the word "pig teammate", he would definitely paste it on these people's foreheads at this moment.

The private room became quiet again, Liu Ziwen drank tea calmly, and the others regained some confidence when they saw it.

But at this moment, Liu Ziwen's heart was a little heavy.

I don't know the outcome of yesterday's incident in the East Warehouse, and I don't know if the chess pieces sent have burned any accounts that have any clues.

Liu Ziwen's people only inquired today that that night, after Xie Lingjiang went to chase after the qi practitioners, the magistrate of Ouyang county rushed to the east warehouse in time, and took out the head of an old scribe. Hanging on the top of the city, and immediately blocked the east warehouse with heavy troops, it seems that there is no more auditing, but rewarding the soldiers of the Zhechong Mansion at dawn, it seems that there is some major action.

In the past two days, Captain Guo Yi led his soldiers wandering around the streets and alleys of Longcheng. The country gentry and nobles in the house made everyone panic.

Did it succeed that night?What exactly does Ouyang Lianghan want to do?

Liu Ziwen frowned inwardly, the feeling that the situation was faintly out of control made him very uncomfortable.

At this moment, the footsteps of a group of people going upstairs came from outside the door.

Liu Ziwen and all the gentry and rich men immediately put down their teacups, got up and went to greet them at the door.

However, when the porter opened it, it was not the figure of the young county magistrate standing outside, but a young headhunter in blue.

"Catcher Xiaoyan? Why did you come here? Where is the county magistrate?" Someone asked suspiciously.

Yan Liulang walked into the door, without looking sideways, walked to the middle of the box, bowed his hands casually to everyone and said:
"The Ming government is busy with business, so I don't have time to come here. Let me speak for him."

Liu Ziwen and the others breathed a sigh of relief. Although no one came, as long as they didn't talk about nothing, it would be fine if there was something to talk about. If there were some conditions, then there would be room for maneuver.

"Catcher Xiaoyan, please sit down. Come and serve tea."

"No, I don't have a few words, I'll leave after I finish speaking." Yan Liulang shook his head,

"Aren't you going to sit down and discuss it?"

"Mingfu said, these few things are nothing to discuss, and you will definitely agree." The blue-clothed policeman looked meaningfully at the suspicious and curious gentry and rich men in the box.

Liu Ziwen and the people behind him looked at each other, and they all turned their heads and cupped their hands:
"What orders does the magistrate have, Lord Catcher, please tell me!"

Yan Liulang raised two fingers first, then lowered one finger:
"The first thing. The 780 pennies raised at the fundraising banquet last time, plus what you are going to donate for this apologetic banquet... how much is it?"

Liu Ziwen then said: "I heard that the back house of the county government was washed away by the flood and there was no way to live in it. Everyone was worried about their parents and officials. This time, they decided to donate one hundred guan for the family, totaling [-] guan, to the county government for repairs. The official house, I hope the county magistrate will accept it with a smile..."

"Okay, [-] guan, right?" Yan Liulang interrupted, and continued to order: "You should exchange all the money for food and send it to the disaster relief camp in the suburbs, and it must be ten cents a bucket, which is used before the flood. Converted to normal market price."

"This……"

Liu Ziwen, Cheng Yuanwai, Chen Patriarch, Wu Bo and others couldn't help discussing. Now the post-disaster food is really in short supply. Ten pennies and one bucket are like tears for men and women. Everyone's faces are a little hesitant, until Yan Liulang calmly composes plus code:
"The officers and men of the Zhechong Mansion came to Longcheng this time to assist the investigation of the rice corruption case in Jimin Cang under the order of the Supervising Envoy, Mr. Shen. The investigation has been completed in the past few days. The Ming Dynasty will let them return to Jiangzhou soon. Cross."

Liu Ziwen immediately made a decision, "Yes, for two thousand and eighty pennies, Liu will make another change, and exchange it for ten pennies and a bucket of grain, and it will be sent to the disaster relief camp in the suburbs tomorrow morning, hoping to relieve the county magistrate's worries." .”

Yan Liulang nodded, seemingly not surprised, and put down the last finger:
"The second thing. The Ming government said that the Dragon Boat Festival is approaching. This is a major custom in our hometown of Wuyue. In previous years, we used to race dragon boats, eat rice dumplings with wormwood, and sacrifice Quzi. Although there are floods this year, it is no exception."

"But the surrounding counties don't seem to do it..." Cheng Yuanwai hesitated.

"Other counties in Jiangzhou don't do it, but our Dragon City will do it, and we have to do it the biggest and the best, so that everyone can have a good Dragon Boat Festival."

Liu Ziwen and the others were stunned, but even if they were vigilant, "The county magistrate will ask us to raise money for the festival again, right?"

Yan Liulang shook his head and continued:

"There is no need for everyone to donate money. Mingfu said that when he first came to Longcheng, he should not only care about the refugees, but also show some care for the gentry and landlords and the wealthy households in the county. You can't treat one more favorably than another. This Dragon Boat Festival is for the whole county. For those who participated, the Longcheng County Government will actively organize and have fun with the people."

Liu Ziwen and the others looked at each other in blank dismay, but no one responded immediately. They were all probably wondering what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd of a certain young county magistrate.

It wasn't until Yan Liulang nodded and said "but", that the old foxes in the room said "coming".

"However, for this Dragon Boat Festival, our county intends to make it the largest and most lively event in Jiangzhou, and to attract merchants and tourists from all over the world to come to celebrate the festival. Dragon City is well-connected by water and transportation, so as long as the news spreads, it will definitely gather together .”

Yan Liulang pointed in the direction of Butterfly Creek:
"But before holding the grand event, we have to repair Longcheng County, both sides of Butterfly Creek, and Penglang Ferry. Do you think so? Besides, many old houses must have collapsed during this flood. , the damaged ship can be repaired together.”

Liu Ziwen tentatively asked: "It is necessary to repair, but what is the repair method?"

"Of course you won't let your donations be in vain. The Ming government decided to let the young and middle-aged people from the disaster relief camps outside the city into the city to help repair these facilities. However, since it is the houses and pavilions of your families, naturally the county government will not pay for it. , each family pays their own wages, and the county government assists and organizes manpower.

"In addition, during the Dragon Boat Festival, if you want to hold any activities or banquets, you can come to the Yamen to apply for the refugee's strong men, and you don't need to pay on credit."

Liu Ziwen and other country gentry and rich men fell into a brief silence when they heard the words.

In fact, the plan proposed by the magistrate of Ouyang County has an obvious purpose and has not hidden it. Everyone in the box is a thousand-year-old fox, which can be seen clearly; isn't this "relief with work", the rich provide food, and the poor contribute , The government sends a letter, each takes what he needs.

In addition, the well-developed transportation linking Yunmengze and the Yangtze River in Longcheng County is also a source of income for the gentry and wealthy lords. Using a Dragon Boat Festival to attract merchants and tourists from all directions can indeed reduce the adverse effects of floods and promote the development of Butterfly Creek. Cross-Strait trade is beneficial to them.

Liu Ziwen, Cheng Yuanwai, Patriarch Chen, Uncle Wu and the others were quite surprised. They did not expect that the new county magistrate, who had turned over the table today and wanted to raid the house, would suddenly throw out a copy that was particularly good for the interests of all parties. Moderate plan.

This... is the leap in the ideological realm from fighting and killing directly to the sophistication of the world.

Was it really the same person who did it?
During the banquet, several squires secretly sighed.

However, maybe it was scared by Ouyang Rong, maybe it was worried that there would be a pitfall, or maybe it was because the family business did not involve this interest.

Liu Ziwen and others did not reply immediately.

Yan Liulang was not in a hurry, he walked around in the luxurious box of Yuanming Building with his hands behind his back, and occasionally glanced at the expressions of Liu Ziwen and others, looking careless...

Well, this is actually what he learned from Mingfu recently. In the words of Mingfu... To get these people to fall for you, you have to be calm and forceful, let them make up their minds spontaneously, and make up for you. powerful.

Seeing that it was almost time, Yan Liulang turned around and asked, "How are you thinking?"

Liu Ziwen didn't speak, and silently looked at the faces of Yan Liulang and the others. In fact, he had no interest in this grand event of the Dragon Boat Festival. The Liu family did not rely on water transportation and commerce to make profits. , Even if the dragon city floods, it will not worry about sales.

But although there is no benefit, there is no harm, whether it is feasible or not.

And right now, Liu Ziwen wants to temporarily stabilize the new county magistrate, who has soldiers in his hands, and wait for Yuanshui... So it doesn't matter if you save face. Besides, the other gentry and wealthy families in the box seem to be very excited about this plan. Be the leader, but you can't block the money of the followers, it's better to go with the flow.

Liu Ziwen took a sip of tea; Cheng Yuanwai, Patriarch Chen, Uncle Wu and others took the initiative to ask questions, and Yan Liulang followed the instructions of a young county magistrate and answered them one by one. The two sides talked harmoniously. .

Seeing that everyone else agrees, Liu Ziwen put down his teacup and took the lead in making a decision:
"The county magistrate loves the people like a child, and there is nothing wrong with such a plan that is beneficial to Longcheng."

"That line, I'll go back and report to the Ming Mansion first, Mr. Diao and other colleagues will contact you for follow-up matters."

"Catcher Xiaoyan, let's go slowly." The relaxed people sent each other off one after another.

Yan Liulang nodded, turned and left, but as soon as he reached the door, as if thinking of something, the blue-clothed policeman stopped and turned his head:

"By the way, there is one small thing I forgot to mention. The Ming government said that if we have a good discussion with you today, as a small gesture, he can let go of the price limit order for grain in the entire county."

Liu Ziwen was slightly taken aback, thinking he had misheard, "What do you mean?"

"Literally, from today onwards, the government will no longer limit the price of grain in Longcheng County. After you go back, you can safely increase the price and sell it as you like."

The tall, round-faced young squire covered his mouth and coughed: "Ahem, these are market prices, not manipulated by us, but the prices determined by the relationship between supply and demand in the market. Master Catcher laughed hahaha."

Yan Liulang imitated the expression on the face of the Ming government after the order, and smiled lightly, "Okay, let's believe in the market together, and see you again."

He hurried downstairs and left.

Only a group of country gentry and landowners were left staring at the place, as if they were still in the amazement of the pie falling from the sky.

　Dividing into two chapters is too rushed, I am afraid that the writing is too hasty, and there will be plot problems, so two chapters will be released... It should be on time at twelve o'clock in the future, brother cute!

　　
　
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