Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"Oh!"

Fang Xing asked seriously: "What is the loss?"

The two of them seemed to have caught the straw, vying to talk.

"Uncle, those grains that have mildew and bugs..."

"Uncle, there are many and big rats here, and they have to eat a lot of food every year..."

Fang Xing nodded, and when the two of them were happy, he asked, "How much is it wasted? Don't try to deceive Ben, otherwise after checking it out, Ben will let you know what official law is like furnace!"

Baihuguan said: "Uncle, 30%!"

"Thirty percent?"

Fang Xing's heart was full of murderous intent, but he didn't show it on the face.

Na Tong said with sweat profusely: "Uncle, it's... it's three and a half percent."

Fang Xing looked up at the roof and sighed, "It must be at least 40%. People say that mice are timid, but the courage of food mice has opened up Ben Bo's vision. It is really courageous, Ben Bo sees that there are no mice here. You wait for it to be a rat!"

A few sergeants came in outside, they were carrying a big fight, and most of the big fight was rice bran.

Another person came in from behind, holding a handful of straw in his hand.

Fang Xing grabbed a handful of rice bran and looked at it carefully. Several grains of rice mixed in it came into view.

"There is still mildewed rice, don't you worry about poisoning people to death?"

Fang Xing turned and looked outside, his face sinking like water.

Zhang Lu was a little nervous, he was worried that if things got into trouble, he would suffer from Chiyu.

"Xing He Bo, the next official can call some people to help."

Once a person is flustered, he will be at a loss for coping.

This is the third time he has asked for help.

Fang Xing shook his head, looked at the sky outside, and said, "Ben Bo hopes that this trip is best to fail. I can't find anything. It's a pity. Send a signal!"

"Uncle has an order, send a signal!"

After a while, there was an explosion of fireworks rising into the air.

With the sound of horseshoes, the cavalry began to appear outside the city, and then quickly approached the city.

The sergeant guarding the gate was dumbfounded. When the cavalry approached the gate, he tremblingly asked, "Which? Where did you come from?"

The leading cavalry wore a visor. He first raised his head and glanced at the sergeants who rushed to the city head in a panic, and then said: "Leave Beijing on an order!"

At this time, there was a ride in the city, and when he reached the gate, the man said: "These are all the people who followed the uncle out of Beijing."

The two sides verified the documents and tokens of the Ministry of War, and then the cavalry rushed into the city.

Afterwards, the whereabouts of these cavalry were all clear, that is, two granaries.

"problem occurs!"

The news spread quickly, the granary was blocked, and judgments could be made almost without thinking.

"It must be because the granary is in deficit. Then Sun Gu has been the prefect for two years. Who knows how much he is greedy?"

Then a news resounded like a thunderbolt over Qingzhou City.

"It's Xinghebo here!"

The entire Qingzhou city was fooled by the news, and then the people ran to the two granaries happily.

They want to see a scene where someone is unlucky.

From the beginning of the government office, the officials in Qingzhou City were worried; some were scared, and some were trembling.

That killer is here!

Nothing good for him when he comes to Shandong!

Since getting the news, the officials in Qingzhou City are all competent officials, and their efficiency has never been higher.

The people have already surrounded the door of the granary, waiting for the exact news.

This wait is more than an hour.

When the cavalry escorted people out, the people quietly gave way.

They are looking at these officials and the officers and soldiers involved in the case.

These people are dejected, and some of them have even turned into a puddle of mud, and they can only walk with two people.

When Fang Xing appeared, someone in the crowd recognized him and shouted, "Uncle, Qingzhou welcomes you!"

Fang Xing was startled, and then smiled, but not natural.

He felt that every time he came to Qingzhou, he was a slaughter, and there was never a good thing.

"Uncle, Qingzhou welcomes you!"

Seeing his kindness, the people exploded with surprising enthusiasm.

"Uncle, catch the corrupt officials in Qingzhou!"

"Uncle, the last prefect was a corrupt official!"

"Yes, Sun Gu is a corrupt official!"

A kid was holding his feet in the crowd, but couldn't see the front, he shouted: "Uncle, Zhang Lu is also a corrupt official."

Fang Xing was a little helpless listening to these words, and had to bow his hands to both sides.

The mentality of the people against officials is deeply ingrained, and there are basically few officials who can satisfy them.

Zhang Lu followed Fang Xing's side and smiled bitterly when he heard these words: "Uncle Xing He, he has only arrived in Qingzhou for half a year after he was dismissed."

The unfinished meaning of these words is, ‘If the officials want to be greedy for time, it’s not enough! ’

Fang Xing felt that this person was too bureaucratic and acted with anger.

"Until we find out, no one will be clean!"

Zhang Lu still felt wronged, and Li Ermao said, "Master Zhang, during your six months in office, have you ever inspected the granary?"

Uh!

Zhang Lu is sitting on wax.

He glanced at Li Ermao, and felt that he was also committing a crime in his own heart.

But Li Ermao only said this, and then the other side woke up and said, "Teacher, there are many unclean things in Qingzhou Mansion!"

Zhang Lu secretly cried out in his heart, thinking that if Qingzhou Mansion were cleaned from scratch, then his prefect would not be able to do it even if there were no stains.

Fang Xing did not speak, Zhang Lu had no confidence in his heart, but he still had to arrange board and lodging.

"I remember the last time I came to Qingzhou, I was stationed here, but now I saw it, but it's all different, which makes people embarrassed!"

Outside the barracks, Fang Xing really remembered his last visit to Qingzhou.

After entering the camp, Zhang Lu followed.

"Master Zhang, go ahead."

Fang Xing was a little tired on the way.

Li Ermao came outside, but he refused to speak.

Even if there is a lot to say, Zhang Lu can only quit.

After he left, Li Ermao said, "Teacher, the problem was also found over there, and the deficit was more than 40%."

The room is not big and the light is not very good.

Fang Xing sat on the chair, stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, "As expected."

Li Ermao sat on the right and frowned, "Teacher, you are running back and forth between Shandong and Beijing. It's time to rest."

Fang Xing waved his hand and said, "I'm not tired, I'm just thinking about things."

He yawned casually and said, "You may not be able to stay in the Duchayuan for long."

Li Ermao said, "Teacher, is it the position of James Mansion? That disciple is still willing to be the chief official."

Fang Xing raised his eyes slightly to look at him, then saw Xin Laoqi still standing outside the door, and said, "This is a military camp, Lao Qi will go to rest."

After Xin Laoqi was gone, Fang Xing pointed to Li Ermao's chin and said, "You are starting to grow a beard. It's just too sparse and ugly."

Li Ermao, who is considered the deepest of the city by the outside world~www.wuxiaspot.com~, ranked first among Fang Xing’s disciples, scratched his head like this, and said: "Teacher, the disciple has a child anyway."

Fang Xing looked more and more ugly, and said, "It looks sparse and looks like a treacherous minister. She turns her head back and shaves often, and waits until it's closed before staying."

This can be regarded as the teacher's teaching, and Li Ermao stood up and responded.

Fang Xing pressed his hand, waited for him to sit down, and smiled: "We don't have any rules for hair and beards to move. It's good to be comfortable."

Li Ermao looked at Wu Qing after he shaved his chin, and said: "Teacher, the so-called body hair and skin should be cherished, that is just an attitude, but there are always people who misinterpret him, and then a group of people follow him. It's the villain Confucianism."

Fang Xing leaned back in the chair comfortably, his eyes tired.

Seeing him like this, Li Ermao couldn't help feeling a little sour, and then he wanted to be more active: "Teacher, the so-called body hair and skin should be cherished, but in fact, don't worry about your parents, but if you have to fight, the disciple thinks this class of people It's a rotten Confucian, and we should treat this as a standard in the future. Those who don't meet it will not be eligible to enter the academy."