In the Ministry of Revenue Department, the lobby of Zhejiang Qinglisi Department, there were crackling abacus sounds. Wang Yinglin, who led the clerk to calculate, looked at his colleague Sima Feijian. This colleague was also a real person in charge of Zhejiang Qinglisi Department. There are multiple officials in a department. Wang Yinglin thought for a moment and said, "Brother Sima, do you still want to join the Shanhai Alliance now?"

Sima Feijian used his mind and used both minds and abacus on the abacus and said, "What are the great ideas of Brother Wang?"

"I dare not take it for my high opinion, but I just have a simple opinion." Wang Yinglin said modestly: "Jiangmao Jia and my deputy alliance have been improving the affairs of the alliance over the past few years, making plans for achievements and making plans for the people. And this year, all personnel donated money to elect the fair Kuangliuhe custody, one for watching over each other and two for poetry and essay gatherings. Now Jia's reputation is everywhere, and the Shanhai Alliance is a good place."

"The plan will be released?"

"There is a letter of confession in front of me. Today, the people from Prince Zhongshun's mansion are going to come to our department to collect the Cuping silver. The court stipulates that this silver is not allowed. It is because Prince Zhongshun handled the affairs of the Ministry of Revenue a few years ago. In order to please him, the people in our department are conservative. Until now, Brother Sima has a way?"

"A small matter, you can deal with the summer tax accounts first. I'll go see Kupingyin." Sima Feijian didn't think about it and went out straight.

Wang Yinglin was stunned and thought to himself: "Is this man really stupid or fake stupid? Well, let him come forward and be the first to be a leader. If something happens, don't do my business. If you win, you will be fine. Let him enter the Shanhai Alliance."

"Hurry up! Hurry up! All the silver in Kuping came out!" Sima Feijian arrived at the door of the warehouse and directed the servants to move the silver box out to the door corridor. He had already written several banners. People from Prince Zhongshun's mansion were said to come here to collect hundreds of taels of silver every month.

After pasting the banner, Sima Feijian Dalala sat on the silver box. The wings of the black hat were swayed back and forth by the wind. Soon, Cheng Bushi brought people in, walked to the corridor, and bowed with a smile: "Your company has finally replaced people. Sima is in charge, Cheng is a regular visitor, and today we are here to collect the prince's Kuping Silver."

"Oh? I don't know about this." Sima Feijian was extremely surprised. Because Cheng didn't know that the grade was greater than him, he stood up, bowed and sat down again: "Does Cheng Changfu have a card ticket from the Department of Service? The yamen will issue a sign for everyone, let alone the Ministry of Revenue in a country?"

"Well..." Cheng Buzhi stammered. The prince came to collect the silver. In fact, it was only half public. The emperor had never issued an edict. The six ministries' respective department offices followed the unspoken rules and did not dare to record the invoice. This was just the prince's extra charge in addition to his salary. Cheng Buzhi suddenly emphasized his tone: "Sima, this is a practice."

"Okay." Sima Feijian sat down and stomped his feet: "Sima is not in charge of his own money, but the money from Zhejiang Qinglishu is very responsible for the money. Cheng Changfu needs to help intact."

Sima Feijian suddenly stood up, his voice and expression were stern, pointing at the silver boxes. They confronted and argued here, which had already alarmed the Thirteenth Department of the Ministry of Revenue, and they all came to watch. The viewer and Cheng Bushi looked at each silver box and saw a few words on each silver box, "This is Prince Zhongshun Kupingyin."

Cheng Bushi's expression changed drastically!

If it was carried back intact, the Ministry of Revenue belonged to the treasury and the national finance. The emperor wanted to use the money from the Ministry of Revenue to enjoy it, and the ministers would obstruct it in every way. The reason why Prince Zhongshun did this was that he borrowed power at the beginning, and secondly, there were people at that time, and thirdly, the number was not large. Our company turned a blind eye. However, now, he openly called Kupingyin "Prince Zhongshun". If he dared to accept it calmly, he would clean his neck and wait for death.

"Talent, Brother Sima is a talent." Wang Yinglin nodded. The Ministry of Revenue was already in an uproar. Cheng Buzhi couldn't stand anymore. He turned to Chongwenmen Cash Pass in a dusty manner, preparing to go there to get the money.

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Jia Cong looked at the gray-haired teacher, and the result was actually good, but Wei Wuzhi, Jaswen, and Luo Min were so annoying that they popped up from time to time to disgust him. After dealing with Cheng Buzhi, they would slowly deal with them.

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"Cheng Chang's Mansion, something big is not good. Yesterday, someone was in the outer city. He pasted notices all over the city, saying that Chaoguan did not come as agreed, and the tax revenue was twice as high. The anonymous notice had an unspeakable purpose and bewitched people's hearts. Today, the Chamber of Commerce joined forces to stop the market, and the city was in chaos. This matter was so big that everyone in the city knew..." Chaoguan's ambassador complained.

Cheng Buzhi stood on the Chaoguan City Tower and looked down. He saw a group of merchants protesting under the city. Chaoguan, Dongcheng Military Officer and Military Manager of Baojia were blocking people outside the entrance of the city gate. Cheng Buzhi was furious: "Why didn't you ask people to kill these people?"

"Sir, you can't be angry with the public at this time, after all, we are in the wrong..."

Another close friend came to report: "The Ministry of Revenue, the Ministry of Revenue Department, and the Censor of the Censorate, submitted a memorial to impeach the Chief Mansion..."

As expected by Jia Cong, as long as the fuse is ignited, the people behind the merchants will come forward.

"Bastard!" Cheng Buzhi slapped the city wall hard, and suddenly raised his hand to blew: "Ouch! It hurts so much!"

He originally wanted to lead his troops out to suppress him, but when he saw the crowds of people under the city, he was a little furious. He also wanted to ask the people on the city tower to fire fire guns and kill the person who caused trouble. His confidant persuaded him: "Sir Changfu, this matter is also involved. It is destined to be a big deal. Once it is a big deal, he should not be in trouble. Moreover, these people from the Chamber of Commerce have a way behind it."

"Where is the Gao Wen of Tongzheng? Ask him to suppress the memorial!" Cheng Buzhi was confused.

"Sir! The emperor doesn't trust Qualcomm. Now he lets Liu Bingbi, who is from the Silis, come to the Tongzheng History Department's Experience Department and the Wenshu room to check the literature room, and he can't help but he can't help!"

Cheng Buzhi was finally scared and drove back to the Prince's Mansion in the inner city. The Sanwang Mansion Street was on the east side of the Hanlin Courtyard, more than ten miles away. He knelt down to the prince for help. Because the emperor favored Prince Zhongshun, he had little estrangement from the prince. Prince Zhongshun said mercifully: "Cheng Chang Mansion, alas... I can't blame me for not taking care of you. Who told you to ruin my reputation..."

Cheng Buzhi had nowhere to complain, but as long as the prince was not a serious crime of treason, other crimes were not a matter of affairs. The censor could not impeach the prince indiscriminately, and could only use the Changfu to attack the prince. The Changfu was destined to be the prince, so he could only accept his fate: "I don't know how the emperor dealt with his humble position?"

"Ministry of Revenue, the official of the Department said that you use the imperial court's kuping silver and arbitrarily increase the tariffs and taxes, which led to a rebellion among the merchants and the people. They spoke fiercely, saying that people like you hope that your father would push you to the vegetable market and execute you three thousand knives..." Prince Zhongshun looked at the wooden beam above his head depressedly, thinking depressedly, these ministers don't like me, but as long as your father likes me, they are nothing.

"Prince helps, the prince... I just think that the humble official is a dog. The humble official has no merits, but there are also hard work. The humble official knows that the prince loves to listen to the songs, and loves that Jiang Yuhan the most... For this reason, I once helped the prince find him. Do you still remember?" Cheng Buzhi's tears were like rivers collapsed. The emperor or the prince's confidant, the most useful thing is this crying merit. When Cheng Buzhi held his feet and begged, Prince Zhongshun couldn't bear to say, "I see everything you do. Because of this, I wrote a letter to argue that in order to calm the anger of many officials and the public, the father has drafted a charge and cut you off his post for the people. You can go back to Baoding today..."
Chapter completed!