The next morning, the Yuanyang beside the bed was gone. Jia Cong rubbed his confused eyes. He had no guilt or guilt at all. According to the normal procedures of the Jia family girl, if she did not become the concubine of the master, she could only be given to a male servant. Yuanyang is old, and she would not resist fiercely, um...

The Censor was savoring it all over again, not wanting to hear the sound of the water dripping from the twisting towel into the copper basin. Yuanyang came over with a expressionless face. Jia Cong wiped it casually. Yuanyang didn't dare to look at him: "The uncle of the Wang family is here, in the living room."

"What are he here to do?" Jia Cong patted the bed and pulled her to sit down.

"It's not like a relative walking around, his expression is a little urgent." Yuanyang served him to wash up as if he was accepting his fate. Jia Cong had finished his clothes, said a few words and then lifted his foot away.

When he left, Yuanyang looked outside the door secretly and was busy packing the blood-stained bed sheets. The two pretty faces with freckles instantly turned red like Caixia in the west, and said secretly: "Why are you so unscrupulous? Mr. Cong has so many wives, the outdoor room... Ping'er said it well. Women will indeed bleed in the first time. How can they be good if people see this..."

Turning around, he saw Miaoyu holding the door, looking around, as if looking for Jia Cong, Yuanyang patted his chest: "Why are there no sound when you walk?"

"What are you holding? Let's take a look..." Miaoyu stepped in and answered the question that he had asked irresponsible. He didn't give it to him, and Miaoyu didn't rob it. He smiled slightly and walked around her, and looked around her with special attention. He said, "Why don't you tie up your hair and do a room, you have to draw your eyebrows and comb your temples. You're not a girl."

Yuanyang's face was hot, thinking that there was nothing he could not say, and he said openly: "It's not too late, then why don't you tie your hair..."

Miaoyu's jade fingers wiped the corners of her plain lips and mouth. Yuanyang looked at her and didn't look like a person who was difficult to talk to, and said intimately: "This person is really weird, don't care about her..."

...

"That's how it happened... Ma Tong, the manager in charge of rent at home, brought land and shops and joined the Min family." Wang Zisheng begged: "The virtuous nephew can manage this matter, please..."

Yuanyang ordered the people in the kitchen to cook the meal. As the Mid-Autumn Festival approached, another crab meal was coming. Jia Cong took out his own crab roe dipping sauce and couldn't speak clearly: "There are procedures for reporting the case to handle the case and the case is finalized. Uncle, do you have to tell which link is wrong? What documents did this manager Ma Tong sign with your family?"

"Ten years of hiring workers, and three years have not yet been completed."

"Where is the letter?"

"I don't know that Ma Tong had a disagreement, and he got both documents and took them away..."

"..." Jia Cong cursed the old waste inwardly, there was no evidence? What a f*cking. He was burning his butt now. He was slightly impatient on his face: "What is the relationship between the Min family and the Prefect Min?"

"The same clan...so, only the virtuous nephew can suppress him."

Jiangnan has developed culture and its ideas are open than other places. The Taizhou School is a gathering place for lower-class people such as stove households and private households. The servants of Dashun are different from those of the slaves of the noble family. The servants of the noble family can basically handle the matter themselves, but the servants of the official family can only be handled by employers, so it is not surprising that the horses and the servants of the noble family are reversed.

After all, Jia Cong had been lingering with Wang Xifeng several times, and I don’t know how many beds had collapsed. If it were only Wang Xifeng himself or Wang Zisheng, he would only be perfunctory and shirk his actions. Uncle? Where is the uncle of his family? He is not Tanchun!

My uncle called him from Mrs. Wang. In fact, he had a very weak relationship with Jia Cong. He had no contact with him in previous years. He could teach someone like Wang Ren and could not afford to praise Wang Zisheng.

However, Wang Xifeng had his own flesh and blood in her belly, and the Wang family's house collapsed... It didn't meet his expectations.

"My uncle is sitting at home. I am not allowed to do anything, but relatives and friendship have to be put on the shelves, so I have to go to Yingtian Prefecture's office with a slightest slightest." Jia Cong washed his hands after dinner, rinsed his mouth, and wiped his hands with a towel while walking. He was not respectful to Wang Zisheng at all. He just said it well, but Wang Zisheng was not very good, so he tried to be kind and polite.

...

Min Zijian, the governor of Yingtian Prefecture, personally welcomed Jia Cong's ceremonial guard and took him to the government warehouse. The reception specifications were second only to those of the governor, and behind others. However, Jia Cong still realized that he was not as active and enthusiastic as he was at the beginning.

Following Min Futai, there was a middle-aged man with a sharp-mouthed cheek, a mustache and a skinny body, with his eyes constantly flashing. When Jia Cong looked at him, he spoke casually: "This is..."

"The humble butler, Ma Tong."

Jia Cong nodded normally and said he wanted to check the money and grain accounts. Min Zijian was embarrassed and it was not right to check it for him, nor was it not right to check it for him.

Check it out for him. Everyone in Jiangsu officialdom knows that Jia Cong was impeached, so he won't check it out. He is still the inspector's censor? Min Futai is in a dilemma. Jia Cong's face suddenly became as gloomy as a rainy day. Only a pair of white teeth pointed at his black hat: "The court will not remove my position for a day. No matter which yamen in Jiangsu, it will be my investigation for a day. Min Futai, the approval of the mansion has not yet been completed. You know..."

"Open the door..." Min Futai made a quick decision and changed his face very quickly: "Sir."

After a while, Jia Cong found out, frowned, walked without saying a word, sighing, Min Zijian's heart was getting up and down, which was really harder than the imperial examination. After waiting for a long time, he heard the censor say, "Minfutai, it's really hard for you to be a county magistrate in Jinling... Isn't this the autumn tax coming soon, so why not do this? I personally collect taxes with household workers and scholars. Ah, I can only know what's wrong with it..."

A quarter of an hour later, Min Futai was in the study, like an ant on a hot pan, his mind quickly turned to it, slowly seeing Ma Tong's body, a trace of suddenness appeared in his eyes.

"Ma Tong, don't worry, I am not afraid of him."

Min Futai thought about it and finally chose not to surrender and not bow to the evil forces!

Of course, the most important thing is that Ma Tong turned against the Wang family. The land and store industry brought by him are very large. You must know that dumping stores and money shops cannot be started without tens of thousands of dollars. Back then, Wang Shizhen had 300,000 taels of money shops in Taicang every year, so how could he bear it?

The key is that Jia Cong was impeached. Many friends’ judgments are that Jia Cong is unable to sit steadily.

For local officials, the inspector's censor has another fatal point, that is, the performance appraisal.

The inspector's censor has the right to evaluate the performance and is divided into grades. If the censor's quota is missing, this job belongs to the Criminal Censor's Office, which is the Censor's Office.

Therefore, Min Futai decided to make a big gambling, use his future to bet against Jia Cong. It is obvious that Jia Cong is looking for his fault, but he feels that he has hope. In addition, even if he is down, he will not be beheaded and sent to the army to confiscate his house. He still has a large amount of property from Ma Tong, so this bet is still worth it.
Chapter completed!