Cicadas chirping in summer.

The sky and the earth are full of golden.

The Thousand Mile Grand Canal, which connects the north and south of the Ming Dynasty, has the willows on both sides and the green waters and blue waves.

From the rice fields on both sides, there are ditches connecting to the canal.

The gurgling water flows into the canal from the rice fields.

This is the summer harvest, and the rice fields need to clear up the accumulated water, bear the scorching sun, and prepare for the final mature harvest.

And this canal that has been of great success for thousands of years, year after year, has played its outstanding effect and has been praised by people of all ages.

However, its builders are full of eternal infamy.

I got a posthumous title that cannot be worse than bad.

Just like the First Emperor, the one who burned the ghosts and the gods, the books of evil sacrificial sacrifices were deceived by those who tried to subvert the unity.

But one sentence is marked as a tyrant by four words.

There is never a perfect system.

A huge system requires adherence to proven advantages and timely eliminating the corruption of corruption.

Only in this way can one stay young and be full of vitality.

Only in this way can the people have faith, the nation have hope, and the country have strength.

On the official road by the canal.

Flat straight to the horizon.

A team of people walked with only more than ten people.

The leader was wearing a green robe and regular clothes, a dark face and a calloused palm, like a farmer.

Xiao Guan'er rode on the horse, rolled up his trousers and rolled up his sleeves. His posture was very good, and he couldn't tell the truth, but he seemed to have been a long-standing imperial technique.

Afterwards, two masters, the same as the same farmer.

Further down, there were two squads of 13 people, wearing green soap uniforms, horse boots, and a quick knife on their waists.

The few people who were protected in the middle of the team were carrying a big bag, bulging, but they couldn't tell what it was.

The officers around him looked at the surroundings with a little nervous eyes, and from time to time, the official road flying around him and behind him.

The team walked very quickly.

Wan Gao was a little impatient and uneasy.

Jiangdu City is right in front of him, only thirty or fifty miles away. At the current speed, it was dark and he could enter the city.

But at this moment, he was a little confused and timid.

I don’t know what will happen if I enter the city.

On the official road ahead.

A ray of smoke and dust also rose.

The entire team couldn't help but tighten, and two officers rushed from behind to the front on horseback.

His hand was already pressing against the hilt of the fast knife, and he looked at the man who was riding on the horse with vigilant eyes.

"grown ups!"

"Mr. Censor!"

"News from Jiangdu City."

The visitor was also riding a horse, wearing a quick knife, and hanging a yamen official sign for the two Huai Salt Censors.

After seeing the person coming, the two officers who were blocking Wan Gao hurriedly went to both sides and made way out in the middle.

The team's speed gradually slowed down.

"Mr. Wan, news from Jiangdu City, Lianghuai Capital has been transferred to the Salt Transportation Office. A few days ago, he has summoned salt merchants from Lianghuai to raise 300,000 taels of silver for the court to provide the army in southern Xinjiang to conquer the southern army."

The officers from the Lianghuai Salt Censorate Office, who came from Jiangdu City, arrived in front of the team, turned over and dismounted, and walked steadily to the front of the ten thousand high horse, leaned on one knee, holding a volume of documents in his hand.

Wan Gao sat on the horse, bent down, took the document, and read it carefully.

Everyone was waiting by the side.

a long time.

Wan Gao sighed.

The face was gloomy and covered with haze.

"Three hundred thousand taels?"

An older master came forward a little and whispered: "Sir, 300,000 taels should be able to support the army in the southern border. It's summer harvest..."

Nowadays, the state and the government are concerned about the conquests and conquests in southern Xinjiang.

I knew what was going on there now, so this master said this.

What he thought was exactly the same as what Ye Yingfa thought in the Transportation Office that day.

Three hundred thousand taels can last until the summer harvest.

As soon as the summer harvest begins, the southern provinces will have continuous energy sources, transporting money, grain, military pay, and supplying the conquests behind southern Xinjiang.

The crown prince was in the court with a 2 million taels of sound, and not many people were optimistic about it.

Wan Gao snorted coldly, and the documents in his hand were held in a ball.

Another master hurried forward and pulled his colleagues: "Although 300,000 taels can support the conquest of southern Xinjiang, things are not that simple."

After saying that, he looked at the Censor.

Wan Gao tilted his head and looked at the people who were at the verge of the most poisonous people but were still working in the fields. He said coldly: "The southern Xinjiang conquest is in the current state affairs, bargaining and fighting. This is the conflict between the two Huaihe Rivers today. The salt merchants value profit and do not want to serve the country. Just watch, the grandson will definitely not take 300,000 taels, and they are satisfied!"

The officers do not understand the words of the Censor.

But the two masters probably understood a little.

According to the words of the Censor, after all, the crown prince came to Lianghuai to raise funds.

It won't be for the purpose of fundraising.

It can be said to be a test.

When the imperial court needed it, what choice would these salt merchants in Lianghuai make?

Now, the salt merchants in Lianghuai have given the answer to their choice.

The court asked for two million taels, and the salt merchants from Lianghuai gave 300,000 taels.

Is it a salt merchant that really has no money?

There are many things behind the officers behind him that can develop topics.

Wan Gao looked at his two masters, showed an enlightened expression, and nodded slightly.

But his brows frowned a little tighter.

The form is very serious.

He did not hope that the emperor was on the way to the northern tour and conquering southern borders, and chaos occurred in the Huai River.

But, hopefully, can this be done?

...

There was a sound of horse hooves overwhelmingly.

He pulled Wan Gao's worries and thoughts back.

On the official road behind him, there were many flags and horses gathered.

The dust, accompanied by a smell of blood, swept across the official road.

This is a Ming army that had just passed away.

Like an arrow, it hits my face.

"Wan Gao, the Yan Censor of the Two Huaihe Rivers, is here!"

The officers in the Wangao team, as they saw that the army was still speeding, hurried forward and shouted to slow down.

There were officers and soldiers in the army who were well-known.

From time to time, several small flags were waving in front of the team and along the side.

The speed of the army was decreasing one by one.

"Pooh!"

Wan Gao was unhappy and spit out a mouthful of dust mixed with Xingzi.

"The Yangzhou Guard of the Ming Dynasty, commander Dai Wei, killed three hundred Japanese pirates and returned with their enemy's heads!"
To be continued...