The yamen runner of Yingtian Prefecture invited Liu Caiwei and Chen Ruan. He said that Liu Caiwei and Jia Cong had met several times. Chen Ruan was unwilling to come, but he did not dare to offend Yingtian's official residence. He played the piano by Xuanwu Lake and never looked at Jia Cong in front of him.

Jia Cong was unintentional to play chess and stared at the two girls with pleasure without any hesitation.

Min Zijian was a little embarrassed and asked tentatively: "Sir, this money and food matter..."

"The money and grain still need to be investigated. The court's orders are unavoidable..." Jia Cong's neck stretched out like a giraffe: "Oh, Min Futai, it's best not to talk about business today..."

Prefect Min waved his hand with a bitter look on his face, and a yamen runner standing guard in the distance came over. He heard that the yamen runner brought his horses over soon.

Zheng Renfen just smiled and ate melon seeds, looking at them and not talking.

Min Zijian scolded him and asked Ma Tong to take out the land deed and the house deed came, and said righteously: "Mr. Censor forgive me. I didn't know a few days ago that Ma Tong actually had a master's family. Today I went to visit. Ma Tong brought the master's name and deceived me. I had to report it to the Censor's Office as usual to serve as a military garrison... As long as the property is taken, I have to ask the Wang family to come back. Come on, and take the person down and beat the twenty big boards first..."

The sharp-mouthed horse with a sharp-mouthed cheek was as if dead. He knew that Jia Cong had not been dismissed, so he became a pawn for Prefect Min to please Yushi Jia, but he could not. How could the people fight with the officials?

Jia Cong watched them act with them and clapped his hands and said, "Okay! OK!"

Prefect Min made up his mind: "Thank you for your praise, I have always enforced the law according to the law..."

"Ah?" Jia Cong said strangely: "Mr. Min, I mean Miss Liu and Miss Chen's piano are played well! The Qinhuai woman is indeed well-deserved!"

Min Zijian's face turned red.

"Puff!" Zheng Renfen spewed out a mouthful of tea and explained hurriedly: "The emperor is leaving, please ask the Censor to come to the garrison office to supervise the army soon."

Jia Cong nodded, had enough food, drink and have fun, and patted Min Zijian on the shoulder with an old aura: "Min Prefecture, Yingtian Prefecture is the Southeast Prefecture, and money and grain are the first, so I have to investigate it. However, Lord Min is skilled in the law, and Jinling is also clear and peaceful. Haven't he heard riots, disasters, and political performance assessments? Naturally, it is not inferior. My ears and ears are also clear..."

He checked Min Zijian's background, a native of Ningguo Mansion in Jiangxi. This Ningguo Mansion is the name of a prefecture-level area. It is not the Ningguo Mansion of the Jia family. Many of the officials of the court are from Jiangxi.

Now Jia Cong is slowly considering the strategies of employing people. He can use them if they can win over them. If they cannot win over them, he will also deal with them as appropriate. He will not kill all those who do not like them. In addition, Min Zijian is not in the Jiangzuo Alliance and has little insight into his own opinions. His purpose is to differentiate and resist him. He cannot let them speak in a single way.

Min Zijian gasped in a deep breath like he was exhausted and said gratefully: "The emperor will definitely live up to the expectations of the Censor."

"How wonderful!" Jia Cong clapped his palms.

After solving this matter, Min Zijian sent Jia Cong out of Xuanwu Lake like a grandson, and explained in vain that the Mid-Autumn Festival would be held so that the Censor would stay for a few more days.

When he was sent to the south gate of Xuanwu Lake archway, Jia Cong accidentally saw it. Chen Ruan, who had never liked him very much, left with a young man. He shook his head and didn't care much about it. He was just a firework woman, so he was not very interested.

"Which high official was the prefect Min entertained? Do they make things difficult for you?" Mr. Zhou asked worriedly.

"It's the inspector's censor Jia Cong..." Chen Ruan frowned. She originally thought that Mr. Zhou would curse, but she didn't want him to say, "If I had known it was him, I wouldn't be worried. This person, the Saint-June Zhenglong, would always be able to escape danger. I want to use his power to suppress the trend of the country of Qianxiang. My father was there and he could almost be unable to defend..."

Master Zhou sighed: "There is a king in Qianxiang country. Although it is my Dashun vassal state, it has been in a state of separation recently, and the gifts of tribute are decreasing year by year. As the governor of Zhenhai, my father was not only criticized by the emperor, but also in danger of life there. Jia Cong has now added military supervision power..."

Chen Ruan said: "But Jiangzuo Alliance doesn't think so. He says he plays power tricks and is not a gentleman..."

"I think Mr. Zhou is right." Liu Caiwei walked over and said, "In Guangling, Yangzhou, it is also rumored that he donated money to govern the river. Even if it is a false reputation, it will be a contribution to the country. Justice is in the hearts of the people. Perhaps this censor was born to be controversial..."

At the same time, many officials in Jiangsu were greatly disappointed. Jia Cong was not only as stable as Mount Tai, but also increased his power to supervise the military and could compete with the local governors, which was a great slap for them.

But the people from Songjiang were relieved again. According to Jia Cong's itinerary, he had to go back to Yangzhou to supervise the Zhenjiang camp troops to collect salt taxes.

...

After reviewing the money and grain, the records were recorded. Now, the documents needed to be handed over by the censor's work alone were 20 to 30 kilograms. This business work is indeed tiring, but most of it was done by Guan Chaosheng and Miaoyu.

At this time, the Mid-Autumn Festival arrived as scheduled, and the various yamen were on holidays as required. Jia Cong naturally put aside public affairs and took Qin Keqing to Qixia Mountain.

When you go to the southern capital, you must visit Qinhuai and visit Qixia. On the fifteenth day of August, the red maple is like fire, covering the mountains and fields, as if entering a sea of ​​flowers. Even the two old triangular maple trees at the entrance of Qixia Temple are like the colorful clouds at this evening, which are so beautiful.

Jia Cong and Qin Keqing, who pretended to be ordinary pedestrians, went in front of the gods and knelt down in front of the gods and prayed. Jia Cong was not very respectful to the gods and asked quietly: "What have you asked for?"

"Don't ask, it won't work if you ask." Qin Keqing laughed softly.

Turning around, the pedestrians were crowded during the festival, and even women were out. The noble lady from Jiangnan was very brave. Jia Cong had to grab Qin Keqing's hand and walk to Hongye Valley. Wu San Ge and others led people to follow him, but Long Aotian couldn't squeeze in and was lost.

"No, the people are too crowded, wait and go there." Jia Cong protected Qin Keqing behind him. Qin Keqing followed his advice and was happy like a newly married woman.

They turned to the pavilion by the road and waited, looking down at the foot of the mountain. Lanterns were hung high, and the entire Qixia Mountain was covered with crowds. If it was a flat area, there were juggling skills and fortune telling. Jia Cong was quietly admiring and found that two scholars came over, one was a young man he had seen before, and the other didn't know. They were close to the front to sign up. Jia Cong realized that they were all students of the Imperial College of Jinling, one was Zhou Wenbai, the son of Zhou Chun, the governor of Zhenhai of Qianxiang Country, and the other was He Yi, a native of Shangyuan County, Yingtian Prefecture.

He Yibin said politely: "Mr. Censor, I want to ask for the orders of the elders of Shangyuan. Let's say that Yingtianfu went to the countryside to collect money and grain... There are also dead people in the towns, and they also need the yamen to prepare coffins to eliminate the household registration. This cost a lot. Sir, please go and see it in person..."

"Okay, I will deal with it." Jia Cong was just perfunctory. In fact, he was no longer surprised by the exploitation of these clerks, but at this time he was not in the mood to do it. He took advantage of the crowd and let go, and nodded like a friendly leader and pulled Qin Keqing up.

Min Zijian had arranged an elegant place for him in Hongye Valley. After entering, Qin Keqing spoke out without saying anything. As soon as the door was closed, Senior Sister Qin turned around gracefully, bit her lower lip charmingly, and pulled her slender jade fingers into a belt...
Chapter completed!