Chapter 141: Damn Yan Maoqing (Subscribe)

After coming out of Prince Yu’s Mansion.

Yan Shaoting didn't go anywhere else and went straight home.

Recently, Sister Lu has been staying in Changping, taking care of the affairs of the academy and the factory.

The imperial court wanted to reorganize military supplies, and in the initial plan, it did not care whether it could directly control military supplies affairs.

Some of the military supply orders can still be placed in Changping through operations.

At the beginning, everyone thought that Yan Shaoting's words about letting the Changping disaster victims live a better life than the people in the capital were inspiring words during the disaster.

But only Yan Shaoting took this matter seriously.

When everyone was fighting and crushing each other for a military supply mission.

Who has noticed that in the two capitals and thirteen provinces of the Ming Dynasty, countless people could not get enough to eat all year round after paying summer and autumn taxes and corvee labor.

How many people know that the border guards who ensured the security of the entire Ming Dynasty were still wearing old armor and using swords and guns from decades ago.

Maybe someone knows.

But no one cares.

I was thinking about all these messy things in my mind.

Yan Shaoting entered the house unknowingly.

"Damn you, I was wondering why the family expenses have been so high recently, it turns out you guys have been dirty with your hands!"

"Do you really think I don't know the prices of these daily necessities in your house?"

"Let me make it clear. Where is all the dirty silver?"

"Hand it over now, and at most you will be punished to move bricks in Changping. If you don't behave... you will have to go to the court of Shuntian Prefecture!"

When he entered the house, Yan Shaoting heard the steward of the front mansion, who was standing with his hands on his hips and scolding several stewards in charge who were kneeling on the ground.

Take a quick look.

Yan Shaoting also recognized these people kneeling on the ground.

They are all the managers in the Yan Mansion who are in charge of various purchasing affairs outside.

When these people are outside, they all act arrogantly because of their status as members of the Yan family.

Now I can only kneel here like a quail.

When the chief steward of the former mansion saw Yan Shaoting coming back, he snorted coldly at the few people, then quickly turned around and tried to please him with a smile on his face.

"The eldest master is back from the yamen!
In the kitchen, there is a broth made from the old hen sent from Luzhou Prefecture today.

I will ask someone to use this chicken soup to cook a bowl of pork shredded rice noodles, which is the young master's favorite."

Yan Shaoting waved his hands, looked at the people kneeling on the ground, and said, "What's going on?"

The chief steward turned around and looked at the few people. His face darkened and he snorted coldly, "You are a bunch of disloyal dogs with dirty hands. I will discipline them and drive them out of the house. Young Master, don't worry."

It seemed to be because Yan Shaoting was present.

One of the stewards raised his head, his face full of grievance: "Master! We are innocent!"

The first person to speak.

The remaining few people also shouted.

"Yes, Master, we are all wronged."

"The accounts that the chief steward saw were indeed compiled by us, but there is indeed no problem with these accounts."

"Please, Master, please understand and don't kick us out of the house."

"..."

The chief steward said in a low voice, "You bunch of bastards, don't you look at yourselves? You dare to deceive the young master even though your hands are dirty. Explain clearly! Where did you hide the dirty money?"

After saying this, the chief steward ordered people to punish these stewards according to the family rules.

Yan Shaoting frowned.

"Let them explain themselves first. If they really want to get their hands dirty, they will be sent to Changping to carry bricks."

Now that Yan Shaoting is in the Yan family, his words are more effective than those of the young cabinet minister.

When the chief steward saw that the eldest young master had spoken, he knew that he had made clear his attitude of maintaining integrity in the Yan family, so he gave up and decided to have someone use family rules against the stewards.

The steward who spoke first.

He looked at Yan Shaoting eagerly.

"Master, you don't know that the prices of daily necessities are different now."

"Let's not talk about firewood, rice, and oil. Take the price of salt for example. At first, it changed every few days, but now it changes every day."

"If the young master and the steward don't believe me, you can ask people to go to the shops in the city to ask for prices. If we really got dirty with money in your house, you don't need the steward to punish us. We will go to the Shuntian government office and turn ourselves in!"

Yan Shaoting frowned.

When these people explained, their expressions couldn't be faked.

But now that there are no disasters or troubles, why are prices in Beijing rising?

Is there something wrong with the canal transportation?

But if something went wrong with the grain transport, and the goods from the south could not be transported to the capital, I should have known about it long ago when I was in the cabinet.

Yan Shaoting looked at the steward of the former mansion.

The chief steward was a little unsure at this time, so he asked carefully: "Should I send someone to ask the prices of the shops in the city?"

Yan Shaoting nodded: "Ask, no matter it's true or not, try to buy everything in the mansion from Changping. I will tell the young lady to prepare everything that can be sent to the city in advance."

The chief steward bowed and clasped his fists: "I obey your command."

……

"If you dare not obey my orders, I will arrest you all and throw you into the prison of the Salt Transport Commissioner's Office!"

"When he becomes obedient, I'll let him out!"

Yangzhou Prefecture is thousands of miles away.

The Salt Transport Commissioner's Office was in charge of all matters related to salt affairs and salt taxes in the Lianghuai Salt Fields.

Yan Maoqing, the Left Vice-Minister of the Censorate, who was appointed by the emperor to investigate the salt administration in Lianghuai and commercial taxation in the southeast, was dressed in silk and satin and served by several women. He shouted curses at the official who was standing in front of him with his back bent.

Several women, dressed in thin and transparent silk clothes that barely covered their bodies, provided service to the imperial envoy Yan Maoqing with uneasy looks on their faces.

Yan Maoqing himself was dressed in silk and satin, with a defiant look on his face and ostentatious manners. He leaned back in his chair with his legs crossed on the table without any official manners.

Down the hall.

The air was filled with the smell of alcohol, and the officials of the Lianghuai Salt Transport Commissioner's Office were terrified and dared not disobey, so they responded carefully.

An official looked at him several times before speaking nervously, "Governor, I have already inquired about all the personnel matters in the Lianghuai Salt Administration several times. During this period, millions of taels of silver have been sent to our Salt Transportation Administration.

If we continue to interrogate them, I'm afraid it will backfire. If we're not careful, these people will inevitably do something stupid. Not to mention causing trouble in Lianghuai, it will be bad if it offends the governor."

It is extremely hot in Yangzhou nowadays.

Even though the room was filled with ice basins, Yan Maoqing still felt hot inside.

He waved his hand to open the front of his shirt, and said with a ferocious look: "It's just a mere one million taels of silver. Do they think I'm a beggar? They're just sending away beggars!"

All the officials shuddered.

The already bent waist sank further, almost becoming a right angle.

"The governor is the chief censor of the Metropolitan Censorate, and is also the imperial commissioner appointed by His Majesty to inspect the salt industry. He is under the emperor's order and is a valuable person. Who dares to speak nonsense to the governor?"

Today, Yan Maoqing is the imperial commissioner in charge of the salt tax in Lianghuai and commercial tax in the southeast.

It is natural and reasonable to call it Futai.

The officials of the Lianghuai Salt Transport Commissioner's Office were also very familiar with this old acquaintance in the salt business.

Who dares to disobey him?

But Yan Maoqing obviously would not agree, and shouted coldly: "You bunch of idiots, you dare to say that the filthy people offended me? If you have the guts, tell them to take up arms and break into the office of the Salt Transport Commissioner! My head is here, let's see who dares to chop off the head of the Imperial Commissioner!"

The officials were almost out of breath.

But Yan Maoqing was so angry that they dared not refute him.

Everyone could only nod in agreement.

Bang.

Yan Maoqing slammed his hands heavily on the table, stood up and glared at the officials of the Transport Commissioner's Office in front of him.

"At most half a month!"

"I don't care how much silver they have. I only know that the amount of silver the court has received from the Lianghuai Salt Administration has been decreasing over the years."

"I will not count with them either."

"This year, give me five million taels of silver."

"I will take it back to the capital and present it to Your Majesty."

"Nothing will happen to them and you."

"If you don't obey..."

These are full of threatening words, but stop there.

The officials of the Transport Commissioner's Office really had no way of saying anything, but they could only nod in agreement.

And in this city of Yangzhou.

Because of Yan Maoqing's arrival, everything has been completely messed up.

There is a place in the city that is close to the water and covers a vast area, where an extremely luxurious mansion is built.

It was already overcrowded.

The demand for five million taels of silver has also spread here.

Bang!
"Damn Yan Maoqing!"

"Too deceiving!"

"You son of a bitch has no asshole, your father sells his asshole, and you have a rotten asshole yourself, and you love to eat chicken assholes."

"Even if I have money, I won't give you a rotten asshole thing!"

"..."

Those present were all well-known and wealthy businessmen in the Huai River and Liang Huai area, and they all made a fortune in the salt business.

In the past, what I loved most was being pretentious.

But today, he was completely furious because of Yan Maoqing's final request for five million taels.

After some cursing, everyone gradually quieted down.

"What to do now?"

"That son of a bitch, Yan Maoqing, he made everyone in the salt industry restless in the past, and now he's here to make money."

"Five million? I'm afraid this damn dog's stomach will need tens of millions of taels to fill it!"

"It's difficult. This matter is really difficult for us to handle now..."

Everyone was united in their hatred of the enemy.

But in the end, there was nothing I could do.

Yan Maoqing's reputation in the salt business was well-known in the past.

What's more, now is the time when the imperial court is short of silver.

As long as Yan Maoqing brought the matter of the court's lack of money, they had to do it no matter what.

You have to pay even if you don't want to.

Everyone was silent for a while.

"Difficult to do?"

"Then don't do it!"

"It's just that all the young and old men in the capital city have no food to eat!"

"When this matter becomes big enough, I won't believe it anymore. Yan Maoqing will be able to get away with it!"

Someone spoke up.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Then make a scene!"

"Let the young and old men in the capital exchange their gold for salt!"

"Come on, everyone! Don't lose face!"

"Fuck that damn Yan Maoqing!"

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