Donghuamen is a holy place advocated by Confucian scholars of the Wu Dynasty. This is the dragon gate where fish jumps through the dragon gate.

The "Donghuamen Singing Celebration Party" is a kind of glory for scholars. The lifelong dream of scholars of the Wu Dynasty is. In the two neighborhoods, a mansion is being renovated. The four-character plaques with the glorious golden characters of the "Dongjishi Factory" were hung up. Two stones standing on both sides of the government office were lifelike and looked so strict and terrifying, as if everyone who walked through the government office was a sinner.

Across the street, many people were observing quietly, not daring to get close, but it did not prevent them from whispering.

"It seems like I caught many people in today...."

"What does this yamen do? It feels a bit gloomy."

"The big family next to my house was arrested this morning, saying it was to raise the price of grain... I just don't know if it can be released anymore. His family is looking for contacts everywhere and trying to get the person out."

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More and more people were discussing it, and gradually they became a sign of deviation, but it did not spread outside the city.

Inside the government office

Standing on the pavilion on the edge of the school martial arts field, a maid handed it over with a wooden comb, then bowed and left, and took it to the door before leaving.

The woman holding a wooden comb was wearing a green rosy palace dress, with a simple and elegant hair on her head, and her shoulders were drooping on both sides. Her facial features were gorgeous and her soft and white hands were gently combed from top to bottom. The wooden comb gently combed a strand of silver thread.

In the bronze mirror, the man sitting upright closed his eyes and rested, his hair and beard were all white. After a moment, he opened his mouth and his voice was clear, "Are all the food shipped out?"

On the other side, in front of a table, Hai Dafu looked at the paper with twisted handwriting, "The word "Supermaster" is really flying... Well, it's an independent and special one."

Suddenly, he heard Bai Muqiu's words and said respectfully: "Report to the Lord of the Supervisor, he has already handed over to the Kaifeng Yamen for disaster relief. I sent several small yellow gates to stare at him. They are all clever people and can't make a mistake. The last batch of grain tonight is almost enough. But the Lord of the Supervisor may not know that the dozens of big officials and businessmen have too much money at home, which makes me blinded my eyes."

"How many?" Bai Muqiu signaled the woman behind her to combed her hair to stop, which made the other party roll his eyes instead.

Hai Dafu stretched out five fingers, feeling that they were not counting, and compared ten fingers again, and said in a deep voice: "It's more than one.5 million pens."

“There are so many…”

Even the cold Bai Muqiu was stunned. He stood up, the silver threads hanging from his shoulders fell softly to his chest, under his silver eyebrows, his eyes were shining coldly, "These people... smuggling and tax evasion... can't make so much..."

"Dafu." Bai Muqiu pondered and said, "Transfer one million guan into the inner warehouse of the official family."

Hai Dafu looked at the numbers in the accounts and hesitated for a moment and said, "Will there be too many supervisors? After all, the Dongjishi Factory has just been established, and some personnel are equipped with money and money to open the way."

Bai Muqiu shook his head and sat at the desk, "Not much at all. You have to let the government taste some sweetness before you can achieve it. It is considered that the government has paid dividends to the East Factory investment in the past four years. Only in this way can His Majesty support this governor as always."

The topic changed and became sharp. "The remaining money was placed in the factory, and the intelligence of the eyeliner would be compensated in the end, otherwise others would not work hard for the governor."

He took a few pages of paper on the desk and patted it, "Have you read the one written by this supervisor before you came?"

Hai Dafu nodded, "The handwriting is unique, rare to see."

"What I said is what it is inside." Bai Muqiu's face that has not been melted for a long time was rarely smiled.

The woman next to her even covered her mouth and chuckled.

Hai Dafu wiped the sweat stains on his fat face in embarrassment and said with a dry smile: "I've seen it, I've seen it."

Then he said, "But in this way, the 500,000 guan is probably not enough. The grand plan of the governor is also afraid that it will be affected. The border of the Western Xia Dynasty is not easy to penetrate. Last year, I took twenty eunuchs who retired from the palace. They were all over forty years. After going to the West for less than half a year, there were only three or four left. I didn't get much information, but I gave a lot of money. It was too bad there."

"No matter how bad the worst, you have to send people. If twenty is not enough, only thirty will be there. There will always be a few lucky guys infiltrate in." Bai Muqiu frowned and said, "The southeast must also be developed. The number of eunuchs sent out this year will be increased to fifty, so that they can choose some favorite jobs, such as storytellers and fortune-tellers, and all of them will be sent to the southeastern states. The Moyun Cult was renamed Ming Cult and developed themselves through this disaster. The Dongchang first summarized the news they had obtained before into files. After the training of the palace servants who left the palace, they immediately asked them to follow Bian Liang's caravan to go south. This matter is imminent. We are rich, we must hurry up and do it."

As he spoke, a piece of paper was pulled out of the piled documents by Bai Muqiu and spread out. "The previous lecture notes were re-written and modified. After taking them away, he thought about them carefully and explained the eunuchs and maids who had entered the palace independently. The time was still the same as before. Every three or four days, he would gather for lecture notes, pick some good talk and sensational words, and let them do it. You can't hurry up, nor should they let their heads go. In short... don't let them think too much."

While speaking, the woman who had been silently beside her suddenly came over and said, "Master, Xiao Ping'er has a request, hoping that the Master can transfer Xiao Ping'er out of the palace."

"Um....Hmm?"

Bai Muqiu was a little surprised and said, "Didn't you always want to enter the harem? How could you think so at this time?"

Xiao Ping'er smiled bitterly on her pretty face, "Report to the Lord, Xiao Ping'er once thought that the official family should be a tiger that swallowed thousands of miles, and a dragon that crisscrossed the world. But in the past four years, what Xiao Ping'er saw and heard... all disappointed Ping'er, especially the concubine who likes to say that she is "slave" all day long, and she claims to herself in front of His Majesty, and the people who hear him have goose bumps."

Seeing Bai Muqiu pondering, he hurriedly strengthened his tone, "After Xiaopinger comes out, he can also help Eunuch Hai. Now the Dongchang Factory is in urgent need of manpower. Xiaopinger has been in charge of Shangyi Department in the palace for many years, so he can also help."

"In this way, there is really one thing you have to do."

Bai Muqiu agreed, and he gently lit the wooden table with his fingers, "Helian Ru's mind and body are in the back courtyard, and the message must be transmitted to the outside. This governor needs you to follow the clues and control the person. It is best to know that the Moyun Sect is in the Xixia Altar. Maybe it can be used in the future."

Hearing this, Xiaopinger almost jumped up happily and patted her plump breasts to agree.

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At this point, what should be explained is almost the same. Bai Muqiu let out a breath and stepped over the door behind him. Hai Dafu and Xiao Pinger followed closely behind. The school martial arts field under the attic gradually unfolded in sight, and then there were something in the field, kneeling in rows.

Around them, a soapy coat and a pointed hat, and a knife stands.

The flags fluttered slowly with the breeze under the scorching sun. In the school martial arts venue, several rows of kneeling merchant officials were tightly bound with their arms. A piece of wood hung under their necks, which was written in ink and were arranged in clear and small lines.

The cool wind rolled up Bai Muqiu's white hair, flying, and the black and gold robe was rising and falling.

The sky is clear and the clouds are rolling, and there is only the sound of the wind in the field.

After a moment, only his voice was left.

"In the fourth year of Xinghe, droughts and barren were everywhere in China, and the people had no harvest. They changed their children to eat each other. This is a tragedy on earth. Two days ago, Your Majesty ordered all his efforts to provide disaster relief..."

At this time, around the training ground, the knife was unsheathed, reflecting a scattered cold light.

The swordsman in soapy clothes walked over and stood behind every kneeling person. If someone wanted to struggle to get up, the hilt of the knife hit him, fell to the ground, and was then whipped up.

Head bleeding...

"It's them! Take a good look at their faces."

Bai Muqiu roared, holding the wooden railing with both hands, a strong wind rose up from the ground, and the silver hair was flying, "I replaced the new grain for His Majesty's disaster relief with the moldy old grain in their homes. The old grain that mice didn't eat, but they gave it to our compatriots, and pretended to be a good person, these-"

“——Is it still human?”

His voice was heavy and roaring. Suddenly, his hand raised and threw down the stacks of papers full of guilt from the attic, and the flying pieces of paper fell down slowly.

"Collaboration between officials and businessmen..."

"Bully the people and dominate the fields..."

"Privately traded iron and salt... to join the enemy and sell the country..."

"So... from today on, the Dongchang will open a yamen, and the emperor will investigate the disobedience of the world on his behalf, and will serve as the emperor's sword, kill dog officials and punish the people, and walk on the Taiping Avenue--"

Bai Muqiu pointed down with one hand, "—and they!"

The sound was spreading, soap-clothed swordsman raised the light of the sword, dozens of long swords fell, dozens of headless corpses fell to the ground, and blood stained the entire school ground red.

"Kill the sword and sacrifice the flag!"

In September of the fourth year of Xinghe, the Dongjishi Factory opened its yamen.
Chapter completed!