Mo Qinghe was surprised and said: "Imperial Envoy has drunk Emperor's Tea in the capital? Ah! Yes, Mr. Yang is the emperor's right-hand man. Naturally, he has the opportunity to taste the best quality tribute tea, hehehe. " He smiled and waved his hand. The tea picker, the tea supervisor of Lion Peak, and the tax collector all retreated.
Officer Zheng hesitated and looked at Yang Ling. Yang Ling did not believe that Mo Qinghe would dare to publicly harm him because of this matter. Not to mention that the people he brought were all skilled in martial arts. The number of people was also much more than Officer Mo's people. He casually waved his hand and ordered Officer Zheng to take his people out.
Mo Qinghe picked up a cup of tea and slowly blew on the tea flowers that had floated up. He gently sipped the fragrant tea and said with a smile: "This humble one's tea is actually better than the tribute of the best quality Emperor's Tea. No wonder Daren was suspicious after tasting it. But this is not a secret. Most people in the industry know about this. "
"Oh?" Yang Ling gently turned the teacup and doubtfully said: "Shouldn't tribute tea be the best tea? Why is the West Lake Longjing tribute to the Emperor's Tea not as good as the tea you intercepted? "
Mo Qinghe chuckled and said, "Your Excellency may not know this, but only the tea produced in the nearby mountains is the authentic best tea. The best tea leaves are greatly affected by the climate. Even if the weather is good this year and the climate is suitable to produce some best tea, the taste will be greatly affected when it is raining for a long distance.
Therefore, in order to ensure that the taste of the emperor's tea is stable and the quality is the same, the tribute tea is not required to be the best, only the most stable. Otherwise, if the emperor's tea tastes different this year, and if the tea tastes a little different next year, he will think that the people below are not doing a good job. If it is investigated, even if the people in this tea garden are all beheaded, they will not be able to produce new tea.
This is not the people below being disrespectful to the emperor. There is really no other way. Occasionally, there are people in the capital who taste the difference between these two kinds of tea. They only think that the tea that has just been picked on the spot tastes delicious. They will not be suspicious because of this. I admire Mr. Yang very much, so I dare not hide it from you. Of course … I have long heard of Mr. Yang's compassion for the people, so I cannot bear to hide it from you. "
Yang Ling was stunned. He only thought that Mo Qinghe hid good tea for personal profit, but he didn't expect that there was such a reason. Mo Qinghe said with a wry smile, "Your Excellency, we, the people who serve below, flaunt our prowess with the identity of the Emperor's Emissary. Everyone feels that we are incomparably awe-inspiring. Who knows that we, the Upper and Lower Circles, also have painstaking efforts.
But there is no other way. In addition to not daring to offer tea whose quality is uncertain due to the influence of the weather, we do not dare to hide it. The silver from the sale of these top-grade tea is handed over to the capital according to the amount. Of course … we inevitably have to take out some to give to the superiors in the capital, such as the Director of Rites, Eunuch Wang, and several leaders. I have to offer ten catties of good tea every year. Now I am under the jurisdiction of Your Excellency. I will tell you frankly. I hope Your Excellency can understand the situation and understand the difficulties of us servants. "
Yang Ling listened and smiled bitterly. He thought it was a big case of deceiving the emperor, but it turned out to be a conventional rule in the officialdom: If the quality and quantity of the tribute could not be guaranteed, it was better to settle for the second best than to offer it to the Emperor, so as to avoid the emperor's anger, which would not be good.
However, Mo Qinghe told him so frankly, which also made him have a good impression. Whether Mo Qinghe showed sincerity or magnanimity, at least it showed that Mo Qinghe had the intention to get close to him. Yang Ling laughed and raised his cup to Mo Qinghe, saying, "Thank you, Your Excellency, for telling me frankly and dispelling the doubts in my heart. Yang works in front of the emperor. Of course, I know your difficulties. Now that I know the clues, I will naturally not be offended."
After listening to Liu Biao's report, Yang Ling had decided to make an example of Yuan Xiong, the Commissioner of Customs, to establish his power. However, the matter of Mo Qinghe's tribute tea had been in his heart. It had always been a sore point. Now that he knew the details, his heart was very carefree. The two drank tea and talked, and their feelings for each other became a lot warmer.
After walking twice in the tea garden on the hillside, they completed the inspection mission. When the two went down the mountain and got on the sedan chair, Mo Qinghe raised his hand and waved. The Commissioner of Customs who guarded the tea garden quickly led a few people to carry two small boxes. Yang Ling was puzzled and said, "This is …?"
Mo Qinghe smiled apologetically and said, "Your Excellency, there is really nothing decent on this mountain except tea leaves. In the first box, there are ten catties of the best quality Longjing Tea before the Rain. Your Excellency should take it back and taste it. If the weather is not good when the tea is harvested next year, you will not be able to drink such good tea."
Yang Ling knew that the real best quality Longjing Tea before the Rain, if it was sold to the rich people in Jiangnan at this time, one tael of tea was equivalent to ten taels of silver. This small box of tea was equivalent to one thousand taels of silver. Drinking one mouthful of tea was probably the rations of ordinary people for a month. It was really a bit too extravagant.
However, since the people in the Department of Rites were used to receiving it, and Mo Qinghe had not given it yet, if he did not accept it, it would inevitably make him suspicious, so he smiled and nodded. Mo Qinghe rubbed his hands and said, "This box, there are four mandarin duck pillows inside. Although the tea in the pillow is not the best, it is also first-class tea. Pillow on top, the tea fragrance will clear the heart and clear the eyes. It is the most helpful for sleep. Hehe, I will give it to Your Excellency and Madam."
When Yang Ling heard that it was a tea pillow, he was somewhat happy. This tea pillow was fragrant. The three girls in the capital must like it. But when he heard the number, he was stunned again, "Since it is mandarin duck pillow, it is a double pillow. But there are only three people, Young-niang, Yu'er, and Cher. What does he mean by giving four sets? Does good things come in pairs? "
When Yang Ling looked up and saw Mo Qinghe's smiling eyes, his face suddenly became hot. He knew that Mo Qinghe was certain that Gao Wenxin would sooner or later be his concubine. He could not defend himself, so he could only vaguely agree. He ordered people to accept the two boxes, and the two of them left Lion Rock Mountain.
After leaving the mountain pass, they first had to pass through a small village before turning onto the official road back to the city. Yang Ling was sitting in the sedan when he suddenly heard someone shouting in front of him. He quickly opened the curtain of the sedan and saw two tax collectors holding whips beating a child in ragged clothes. The child looked to be about ten years old. He immediately shouted angrily, "Stop!"
The two people were beating so hard that they did not hear him. Officer Zheng, who was following beside the sedan, rushed over and snatched the whip from the tax collector's hand. He pushed the tax collector and shouted, "Your Excellency has an order, did you not hear it?"
The tax collector turned around and saw that Yang Ling had already gotten off the sedan. His fiendish face immediately changed into a flattering smile. He nodded and bowed as he stood to the side. Mo Qinghe also got off the sedan and hurriedly rushed over, "Your Excellency, what happened?"
Yang Ling saw that the child had already retreated to the side of a tea stall. He looked very thin and weak. His frail body made his head look a little bigger. His big eyes revealed a sense of quick-wittedness. However, his clothes were ragged and his face was very dirty.
Yang Ling walked over and squatted down. He pressed on the child's shoulder. He felt that he was only skin and bones. He was pitifully thin. Yang Ling warmly asked, "Little brother, you are not a local, right? Where is your family? "
As soon as Yang Ling walked forward, Officer Zheng and the four foreigners had already caught up. The child saw the five imposing men behind Yang Ling, each holding a knife in their hand. He did not dare to answer. Yang Ling turned around and saw. He frowned and said, "You are just a child. Are you afraid that this official will be assassinated? Don't scare the child. You guys step back. "
Officer Zheng quickly led his people to step back a few steps. Mo Qinghe also walked over. He squatted down and said with a friendly smile, "Little guy, this daren is a good person. You have to answer his questions. If he is happy, he will reward you with a few coins to buy a few meat buns to eat."
When the child heard about meat buns, his eyes couldn't help but brighten. He swallowed his saliva and stammered, "Eldest master, my name is Wen Xiaohua. I am from Xukou town. I was hungry just now. I saw wild fruits on the roadside trees. I wanted to take a few to eat. That uncle … he used a whip to whip me."
Yang Ling glanced at Mo Qinghe. Mo Qinghe frowned and said, "Xukou town? That's Suzhou's territory. Did you come here alone, kid? Where is your family? "
The child timidly nodded and said, "En! My family is dead. I was begging for food everywhere to live. I wandered around and came to this place. "
Yang Ling asked, "How come your family is gone? Has there been a plague here? "
Mo Qinghe shook his head and said, "I have never heard of a plague. Child, you tell me, how did your family die?"
The child blinked his big timid eyes and said, "My family's land is next to the river. In May, there was a flood and my family's land was flooded. My father sold the house and went to the city to do small business, but he had to collect taxes when he went to the city. He … he secretly climbed the city wall and fell. My mother sold the land to treat his injury. But the Japanese came and robbed my family's money and things. They killed my father and mother. I … I was begging everywhere."
Yang Ling felt sad when he heard this. At this time, the old man with a tea stall on the roadside recognized Mo Qinghe. He couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised and said, "You are Master Mo? Great Philanthropist! "
Mo Qinghe was stunned and asked, "You know me?"
The old man said excitedly, "I know, I know. Last winter, Master Mo gave porridge in the city. This old man went to your house to ask for food. Widow Zhang in our village remarried and left behind a small child. The child was called Shuisheng. No one took care of him. Didn't Master Mo take him in? Hehe, this old man remembers you. This child is very pitiful, but he looks clever. Master Mo is kind and take him in. "
Yang Ling looked at Mo Qinghe and said with surprise, "Master Mo is really a kind person. It turns out that you not only gave porridge to save people but also adopted orphans."
Mo Qinghe had not yet said a few words of modesty. The old man had already rushed to say, "Master Mo is a good person. Who doesn't know that in Hangzhou? Master Mo has taken in dozens of orphaned children. Today, this child has met you. His ancestors are truly virtuous. "
Mo Qinghe listened to the old man praising him in front of Yang Ling. He seemed to be a little uncomfortable. He quickly said, "Okay, okay, you old man." He looked up and down at the child called Wen Xiaohua. He nodded and said, "Okay, you come with me. How about it? I will find a place for you to eat and drink. You can also learn some skills. "
The child was very clever. He quickly knelt down and said happily, "Thank you, Master. As long as I can eat, I will do anything you want."
Mo Qinghe did not think he was dirty. He smiled and touched his head. He turned to the housekeeper and said, "Old Li, take this child. Did you bring food? Let's give him some cushioning first. "
Yang Ling walked back with him and said, "Master Mo has taken in dozens of orphans? This … this is really a good deed. But it is really hard for you to raise so many children in the house. "
Mo Qinghe's face was slightly blushing as he said, "Master is overpraising me. I … Ai, Master also understands what kind of person I am. I just want to do more good deeds so that I can have a good karma in my next life. I only help these children to eat. I didn't keep them in the house. Instead, I asked someone to send them to the local weavers to do some chores and learn some skills. Looking at my face, those weavers don't dare to make things difficult for them. They just give them a way to live."
Yang Ling was really in awe of this eunuch at this time. Regardless of whether he wanted to accumulate good deeds for good deeds or not, what he did could not be compared to many scholars who were impassioned for the country and the people all day long, but could only talk in generalities. Although he did not understand a lot of great principles, he did a lot of good deeds.
Although he also received a lot of benefits by taking advantage of his position, it was very rare and commendable that he could think of helping the poor people.
The local weavers were all under the jurisdiction of the weaving eunuch Li Daxiang. Most of the large weavers were concentrated in Suzhou, so Li Daxiang's yamen was located in Suzhou. Yang Ling and Mo Qinghe returned to the city. They did not directly go back to the house. They first went to a local shop. The two sat under the weeping willow and drank lightly. They laughed and enjoyed the scenery of Jiangnan. Later, they simply went to the local weavers to visit.
Yang Ling remembered that when he was a child, he heard that during the Ming Dynasty, the weavers in Jiangnan employed workers. It was already quite large and had the embryonic form of capitalism. This time, the weaver they went to visit was one of more than a dozen large weavers in Hangzhou. Although it was not as big as the Suzhou weavers, it also had dozens of looms and employed nearly a hundred female workers. Yang Ling walked around inside and outside. It was quite like a modern industrial factory. He could not help but be excited.
When he was about to go out, he suddenly saw a big fat boy of eleven or twelve years old carrying a bag of white yarn. When he saw that there were outsiders, he could not help but stand by the door. He lifted his sleeves and wiped the sweat on his forehead. He just foolishly smiled.
Mo Qinghe smiled and pointed to the child: "This child also has no father or mother. I felt sorry for him, so I took him in and sent him here. Well, that was last summer.
Hehe, I'm not afraid that Daren will laugh at me. These weavers did not dare to not give face to the people I sent. They would never treat them badly. So, I also saw this child in the future. I remember this child because of his big sarcoma. Otherwise, I really can't remember. "
Yang Ling took a look and saw that the muscular boy had a sturdy build. It looked like he was indeed living well here. However, his neck was thick and short, and there was a terrifying purplish-red sarcoma growing on the side of his neck. It was disgusting to look at.
Although Yang Ling knew that this child's life was pitiful, he also had a strange feeling in his heart. Not to mention other people. If it were not for Mo Qinghe's kindness, it was estimated that this child wanted to do something to earn a living, but no one would hire him. He could only be a beggar for a lifetime. For Mo Qinghe's feat, his heart could not help but have a kind of respect.
But the strange thing was, why did the little guy look normal when he saw Mo Qinghe? He did not look like he saw his benefactor? Yang Ling was a little suspicious, but then he remembered that this little fat boy only saw Mo Qinghe once. How could a child remember so clearly after a long time? His suspicion suddenly disappeared.
The little fat boy looked at the guests and just smiled. He did not come forward to greet them. Odo Akemi laughed and scolded: "Silly boy, what are you looking at? Quickly move the things in. Don't be an eyesore to Daren." The fat boy listened and quickly carried the gauze and ran in.
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Yang Ling walked into the West Stride Courtyard with a red face. Gao Wenxin was bored at home for a day. When she heard that he came back, she greeted him with joy. Seeing Yang Ling's strange expression, she could not help but be startled. Yang Ling embarrassedly handed over a scroll of calligraphy and said: "Wen Xin, put this away."
Gao Wenxin was surprised and said: "Did someone send master any famous calligraphy and painting?" She opened the scroll and looked at it. Her face suddenly pulled down. She said sourly: "The gentleman is like the bright moon, I am in the fog … What a good love poem. Our master is really a romantic person. When he came to Jiangnan, I don't know how many girls will be infatuated with him."
Yang Ling did not know whether to laugh or cry: "This poem … I heard it in my hometown. Madam Mo appreciated it very much, so she copied two volumes. This one is returned to me. Don't think too much. Right, what do you think of Madam Mo's calligraphy? It's really a good handwriting. "
Gao Wenxin did not believe his nonsense. If it was really so dignified, why did he look embarrassed just now? She looked at the words and snorted, "The words aren't bad, but it doesn't mean that it's better than mine. But this poem … it's full of emotion. Could it be that Youniang jiejie gave it to you?"
Yang Ling snorted twice and did not respond to her. Just now, when she returned to the fu, Madam Mo excitedly took out two scrolls of painting. She had already copied the poem. There were two copies. One was given to Yang Ling as a thank you gift.
Originally, this was not a big deal. However, it was unknown whether Jiangnan women were this generous, or Madam Mo had been in the brothel for many years and did not know how to behave. Unexpectedly, she went up to Yang Ling without the slightest scruple, opened the scroll, smiled sweetly, and pointed.
If this behavior was in modern times, it was really nothing. However, Yang Ling had been in this era for a long time. He had never seen someone's wife not avoid suspicion. She was so close to him. He only smelled the fragrant wind, and her breath was like orchids, which made him feel uncomfortable. However, Mo Qinghe did not feel disobedient at all, so he could not get angry.
In the end, Madam Mo put away the scroll, tied it, and handed it to his hand. That slender jade finger unexpectedly took advantage of the opportunity to touch his palm frivolously. It scared Yang Ling and made him jump. When he looked up, he saw Madam Mo looking at him with a pair of captivating eyes. Enchanting, charming, and nibbling her red lips. Although it was only a moment of flirtatious expression, it was like throwing a stone into a still water, making people's heart ripple. Yang Ling now knew that she did not care about trifles. She was actually deliberately seducing him.
This beauty's flirtatious expression was romantic but not despicable. Although she seduced others in front of her husband, that kind of strange charm made people unable to feel the slightest bit of disgust. Yang Ling only thought that she married a eunuch husband and was lonely in love. Suddenly, a young man came to live in the house, which made her imagination run wild. At the moment, he did not dare to stay any longer. He hurriedly said a few words to Mo Qinghe and then ran away like a rat.
Of course, he would not tell this kind of embarrassing thing to Gao Wenxin. Seeing that she was still a little angry, Yang Ling hurriedly laughed and said: "Uh … Wen Xin, should we take medicine and do acupuncture?"
Gao Wenxin rolled her eyes at him and said, "That won't do. You'd better see Liu Qianhu first. Don't make a fuss when you're doing acupuncture. If I poke your waist into a sieve, it'll be strange if Youniang and Meimei don't fight me to the death."
Yang Ling blurted out with a smile: "I'm not afraid of that. I'm just afraid that if I make a fuss in the room, it will be heard by the foreigners and they will misunderstand us …" When he said this, he suddenly stopped. He regretted it so much that he almost wanted to give himself a slap: "You bastard, you obviously don't want to cause a debt of love, but you still speak without thinking. Do you think this is the same as when you were chatting with female colleagues in the office? Women at this time are very stubborn. "
He was embarrassed. Wasn't Gao Wenxin also blushing with shame? But she did not have a trace of anger. Her eyes were very complicated. No one knew what she was thinking. She deeply glanced at Yang Ling and whispered: "I … I will invite Liu Qianhu in." For a moment, her tone was indescribably gentle and charming.
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Women really dressed up. Gao Wenxin was wearing an ordinary Jiangnan woman's dress. The luxurious and graceful air was gone. She looked like a pretty daughter of a humble family. She hurried upstairs, lifted her emerald green skirt, and stamped her red embroidered shoes. She rolled her eyes at Yang Ling and said: "Don't look for me next time. I want to vomit when I smile at him."
Gao Wenxin was tall and her eyes were as clear as water. At this time, she stamped her bow shoes and pouted coquettishly. Yang Ling's eyes lit up. He quickly nodded and said: "That's right, that's right. Don't worry, don't worry. If it wasn't for fear of alerting the enemy, I wouldn't … Ahem, you go to the back and hide. I'll see what the pervert looks like."
Gao Wenxin snorted and turned to hide in the back room. Outside the door, a man laughed and said: "Not bad, not bad. You didn't lie to me. This woman really has a taste. But I'll say this first. Father will only pay ten taels. Since you have rice in your hands, I'll go back and ask the financial officer to buy it at a high price. You won't be able to earn less. Hahaha … "
Following the voice, a fox-faced, black-faced military officer accompanied by Liu Biao, who was dressed like a profiteer, entered the room. He saw that the room was not a young girl's bedroom as he had imagined. Instead, it was a small reception hall. A young man in white with a blue belt was sitting on a chair and looking at him with a smile. Behind the young man stood four men in black. Their figures were swift and fierce, their expressions were gloomy. He couldn't help but be startled. He immediately reached out to the hilt of the saber at his waist.
Liu Biao's lazy profiteer appearance was swept away. He raised his leg and kicked the back of the man's knee. Immediately after, a snow-white dagger was pressed against the man's neck. He heard this merchant, who claimed to have rice to sell and wanted to offer his beauty, shout sinisterly: "The one sitting above is the admiral of the Inner Factory, the commander of the Inner Bodyguards' personal army, the imperial envoy, Yang Ling, Mister Yang, who has been ordered to inspect Jiangnan's tax collection. Hurry up and kowtow in greeting."
The military officer was dumbfounded. Hearing that it wasn't a bandit or a kidnapper, the danger of death was greatly reduced. His worried heart was already half at ease. But wasn't it just a matter of one word for the grand governor of the Inner Factory, the imperial envoy, to see him? Why was he being so secretive? He remembered the things he had done that violated the law and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. He hurriedly crouched down and said in a trembling voice: "I am the commander of the Dragon Mountain Guards, Ding Lin. I pay my respects to Yang … Mister Yang …"
Yang Ling bowed and smiled. "Commander Ding, I took the liberty to invite you here. Do you know what it is?"
Beads of sweat appeared on the forehead of the commander of the Dragon Mountain Guards, Ding Lin. With a panicked expression, he said, "I … I don't know." The Inner Factory had not been established for long, so he didn't know what terrible methods they had. But he had long heard of the torture methods of the Imperial Bodyguard of the West Factory in Dongchang. He heard that the Inner Factory also had the responsibility of inspecting two factories and one guard. How could they be lacking in methods? Ding Lin had done many illegal activities. As he spoke, he couldn't help but tremble.
Yang Ling straightened his back, dusted off his robe, and crossed his legs. One snow-white shoe swayed on Ding Lin's forehead. He leisurely picked up a cup of tea and said, "Zheng Baihu, read to him!"
"This lowly official obeys!" Zheng Baihu responded respectfully. He took a step forward and recounted Ding Lin's illegal acts of forcefully buying the land of the Imperial Guards, embezzling military pay, and committing adultery with a soldier's wife. Ding Lin's face turned ashen. Before Zheng Baihu had finished, Ding Lin had already crawled two steps forward. In a mournful voice, he said, "This lowly official is guilty. This lowly official deserves to die. I beg Daren's forgiveness. I beg Daren's mercy!" As he spoke, his head banged on the ground.
Yang Ling put down the teacup and said with a smile, "Officer Ding, I have found out the evidence for all these things. I believe that if you want witnesses, the officers and soldiers that you have 'treated well' will also gladly come forward to testify. Any one of them is enough to behead you, don't you think?"
Ding Lin's voice trembled. "Yes, yes, this lowly official knows. This lowly official deserves to die. I beg Daren …"
Yang Ling cut him off. "As the saying goes, it is better to rely on yourself than on others. If Daren Ding wants to make a contribution to atone for your crimes, you will have to rely on yourself."
Ding Lin could hear that there was a hidden meaning in his words. His eyes couldn't help but brighten. He hurriedly raised his head and eagerly said, "I beg Daren to point out the right path. This lowly official will listen."
Yang Ling said, "Actually, this official also knows that out of the six of you brothers, you are the only one who inherited a military position. The family is large and depends on you alone to support it. Just relying on that meager salary is indeed insufficient. As for your adultery with a soldier's wife, it was consensual. Although the crime cannot be forgiven, it was also consensual. If you are willing to help this official do some things, I will help you clear up these crimes. Naturally, a big matter can be turned into a small matter, and a small matter into nothing."
Ding Lin's face lit up with joy. "Many thanks for Daren's mercy. What does Daren want this lowly official to do?"
Yang Ling's gaze hardened. "I heard that the Commander of the Longshan Guards, Bi Chunbi Daren, frequently accuses the soldiers of violating military regulations and then forces the soldiers to hand over their fields to the Army Supervisor Eunuch Yuan for personal use. In addition, there is a quota of 6500 soldiers in the army. Right now, less than a third of them are old, weak, sick, or disabled. Bi Chun and Yuan Xiong have concealed this and embezzled the army's pay. They have even embezzled the silver allocated for shipbuilding into everyone's pockets. Today, the military equipment is old and unusable. Is this true?"
Although Ding Lin was the Commander, Bi Chun had great power in his hands. Furthermore, he had colluded with Yuan Xiong, covering the sky with one hand and completely disregarding him. The benefits he could reap were limited. In his heart, he had long been dissatisfied with Bi Chun. From his tone, it seemed that this imperial envoy wanted to punish Bi Chun and Army Supervisor Eunuch Yuan. He couldn't help but secretly rejoice.
But after many years of accumulated power, he didn't dare to reveal the truth at the moment. As a result, he couldn't help but hesitate. Seeing this, Yang Ling gave a cold huff and said, "Since you can't confide in me wholeheartedly, I can't be bothered to save you. You can go back."
Ding Lin had no more time to consider. In a panic, he said, "Daren, please don't blame me. This lowly official will confess!" Immediately, Ding Lin revealed everything he knew about Yuan Xiong and Bi Chun's scandals. What was even more outrageous was that other than the 500 or so elite soldiers in Bi Chun's personal camp, the rest had no battle power. As a result, when the Wokou came, he went to the east and I went to the west. He purposely missed the Wokou and allowed them to rob him.
In terms of commanding ability and bravery, Bi Chun was indeed a valiant general. Otherwise, when he gathered a few elite soldiers from the Imperial Guards to the north, he wouldn't have the guts to fight the Tartars. But this time, if he fought the Wokou to the death, the ones who died were all his elite soldiers. Out of selfishness, he was responsible for defending the territory but allowed the Wokou to rob him. When the Wokou retreated, he chased after them with great fanfare. Every time the Wokou didn't manage to escape, they would leave behind a large amount of their loot. Bi Chun would seize the opportunity to collect it all for himself. This general of Ming Destiny has become the tyrant of the black.
Hearing this, Yang Ling was seething with anger. After Ding Lin had finished speaking, a foreigner who was scribbling furiously at a table in the corner of the room brought over a piece of paper dripping with ink. Ding Lin had no choice but to press his fingerprint on it. Only then did he hear Yang Ling laugh coldly and say, "Very good. A wise man submits to circumstances. I hope that Ding Daren can sincerely cooperate with me. I have already recorded everything that you have just confessed. I will still need Ding Daren to make use of this matter to gather more evidence so that I will be able to arrest you without any qualms."
Ding Lin was dumbfounded. "So this Factory Supervisor is lying to him. Although he has heard about these matters, he has no witnesses or material evidence!" Ding Lin was a little regretful. But he had just signed his name and now he has boarded the pirate ship. If he were to think about it any further, just based on this piece of paper, Yang Ling would be able to capture him and bring him into the inner factory for interrogation.
The human heart is like iron and the law is like a furnace. Who can hide a secret under the torture of the factory guards? Even if Eunuch Yuan and Bi Chun were willing to save him, by the time he came out, he would be crippled. At this point, Ding Lin could only dejectedly agree.
Yang Ling did not blindly rely on threats to get him to do things. Seeing that he had agreed, he hurriedly helped him up with a smile. He made a wish for an official position and painted a picture of a beautiful future for him. Only then did he let Ding Lin leave.
After he had left, Liu Biao said with slight puzzlement, "Daren, we, the factory guards, only need some clues to arrest people. Officials like Bi Chun and Ding Lin do not need to request an imperial edict to be arrested and interrogated. Moreover, we have some concrete evidence. Why does Daren need to go through so much trouble to use this fellow?"
Yang Ling smiled faintly and said, "Liu Biao, Ding Lin … is not to be feared! Bi Chun … is not to be feared! Yuan Xiong … is also not to be feared! However, do you really think that they are our enemies? "
He shook his head and said with a smile, "Not at all. Our true opponents are in the capital. Rather than saying that these people are people we need to deal with, it is better to say that they are a weapon. Those people in the capital are waiting to use them to deal with us, and we are also using them to deal with the capital. Haha, so the more conclusive the evidence, the better. If the witnesses and evidence are absolutely true, even if they want to shift the blame, they have no excuse."
Hearing this, Liu Biao was startled. "That's right, how could I forget why I came to Jiangnan? This is a trap set up by the Bureau of Rites and Dongchang. Will they obediently watch as Mr Yang solves this trap? Right now, dealing with these guarding eunuchs is actually fighting a battle. If we win, we will win the support of the hundreds of tax supervisors under heaven and weaken the power of the Bureau of Rites and Dongchang. If we lose, we will not only lose the Bureau of Tax Supervision. At that time, the tax supervisors in various places will make things difficult for us. I'm afraid our current source of income and power will also be finished! "
"Sir is becoming more and more scheming." Liu Biao looked admiringly at Yang Ling and said respectfully, "Then, do we have to wait for Ding Xian to have evidence before we deal with them?"
Yang Ling shook his head. "No! Right now, the arrow has no choice but to be released. The three guarding eunuchs of Jiangnan have indeed violated the law. If we don't deal with any of them, it will also give others a reason to talk. This Yuan Xiong is definitely going to be dealt with. However, our excuse has nothing to do with taxes, but the corruption of military discipline. As the imperial envoy, I have the responsibility of investigating and cannot deal with him without an imperial edict.
Right now, we must immediately send someone to the capital to report this matter to the Emperor and ask for an imperial edict to immediately deal with them! This matter cannot be hidden from the factory guards, so we can only act quickly. Pick a few clever ones and immediately return to the capital. First go see Big Boss Wu, then enter the Palace to see the Emperor. "
"Yes!" Liu Biao replied and hurriedly turned to leave.
Gao Wenxin walked out from behind the wall. Blinking her eyes, she said, "Da Laoye is preparing the soldiers to catch the thief? Then tomorrow, the Taoist master Zhang and his sister have invited you to Suzhou to play. Are you going? "
Yang Ling stretched lazily and said, "Of course I'm going. Why wouldn't I go? How can the news from the capital come back so quickly? With Liu Biao guarding here, I can be at ease! "
While saying that, he saw Gao Wenxin was dressed like a Jiangnan woman; his eyes could not help but brightening. His face broke into a smile and he said, "Wonderful! Wearing this dress, you will look like a beauty from the water village. I think you don't need to change. Tomorrow you will wear this dress, roll up your trousers, barefoot, we will go boating on Lake Tai to pick caltrops, learn that … that …" He slapped his forehead and said, "Who was that?"
Gao Wenxin was uncomfortable by his words. She couldn't help but blurt out, "Xishi Fan Li!"
Yang Ling clapped his hands and said, "Yes, yes, Xishi Fan Li!"
He didn't mean to interrupt Gao Wenxin. It was just that he didn't know how to pronounce Doctor Fan's "Li". When Gao Wenxin said it, he realized that his analogy was a bit inappropriate. If his relationship with Gao Wenxin was compared to Xishi Fan Li, then what would that be? So after he finished speaking, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Gao Wenxin rolled her eyes. She saw Yang Ling laughing evilly. Behind him, Baihu Zheng and the other foreigners were tightly pursing their lips. They looked very serious, but their faces were curled up in a strange way. She couldn't help but be embarrassed like a shrimp. Even her neck was red.
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