Chapter 162: Harsh government is more powerful than tigers

The plan that Zhou Guoping quickly thought of after being scolded by Yun Zhao was to strip away the noble class of Nanjing and eliminate the White Lotus Sect.

She was unwilling to give up on her efforts over the past six months, so she decided to make the final use of the White Lotus Sect and end it.

This is a far-reaching and meaningful plan that cannot be triggered by a heartless heart.

Planned running time - twenty-six days!

When Yun Zhao saw this plan, the cicadas outside the window were chirping happily, which made people feel annoyed.

So, after reviewing the word "consent" in the document, he threw it to Xie Zhi.

Xie Zhi was silent for a long time, but finally signed the word "consent" on it. As for Duan Guoren, he had received a document from Zhao Guorong and knew very detailed about this plan.

Not only did he agree, he also specially ordered Zhao Guorong to provide certain help to Zhou Guoping within the scope of his authority.

As for the money, three hundred black-clad people have been ordered to secretly go south.

If Lantian County wants to completely and thoroughly control Yingtian Prefecture, the manpower cannot be less than two thousand.

These two thousand people are spread across the power departments of Yingtian Prefecture, so that the network management structure that Yunzhao is most familiar with is formed according to Tianfu.

This should have been a very difficult thing. Yun Zhao estimated that it would take three years to do this.

However, with the hard work of Shi Kefa, Xia Yunyi, Chen Zilong and others, in one year, two thousand troops from Lantian County quietly entered the Yingtian Prefecture officialdom.

It sounds strange. After Lantian County officials entered Yingtian Prefecture, Shi Kefa and the other two clearly felt that the new yamen founded by them were different from other yamen in the Ming Dynasty. It can be said that they had achieved a new atmosphere.

It is not difficult to maintain integrity for a prefect. The difficult thing is to keep these more than 2,000 people clean. The most important thing is that once the vast majority of people in a place become honest, it will become difficult for corrupt officials to survive.

After all, the official system of the Ming Dynasty was originally a set up like a bed and stacked house, which could effectively restrain corruption and abuse of power.

After discovering this, Shi Kefa and others did not think that these people were suspicious, but were relieved. They naively believed that this was the obvious effect of their efforts and believed that the people-ruled society in the Ming Dynasty would still have a day of becoming clear.

To this end, they were more motivated and worked together to accumulate a glimmer of hope for a comeback in Yingtian Prefecture for the Ming Dynasty.

When Shi Kefa came to the treasury, Zhao Guorong was in an instant.

When entering the silver warehouse, Shi Kefa and his entourage changed into shorts, their arms were naked, their feet were cloth shoes, and their hair was covered with white almost transparent silk cloth. They could hide silver in any pockets.

Shi Kefa did not object to this set, but instead praised this form.

There are two locks hanging on a door bolt, which are under the control of two treasury officials. Only when two people unlock the locks at the same time can everyone enter.

There are three such doors.

Shi Kefa walked into the silver warehouse made of huge stones. It was very cool and dry. There was a layer of white lime piled up in the corner of the wall. This should be used for moisture-proofing. After entering an iron door, he saw layers of thick wooden boards.

Fifty taels of silver ingots were neatly placed on the shelf.

Seeing these silver, Shi Kefa's eyes became a little wet.

Zhao Guorong whispered on the side: "Qigong Zun, this silver ingot is 10,000 taels of silver. There are 233 in total. Except for fifty-three, which are 50 taels of official silver, the rest are all variegated silver. We need to be refined and stamped with our mark before we can be called the real official silver."

Shi Kefa could hear it. At this moment, his mind was filled with the treasury that he had witnessed when he was an official in the capital. He was full of the emperor's efforts to give up many new policies because of money, give up the people who should have been able to rescue, and give up battles that should have been able to win.

His hands brushed over the silver. The silver was cold and hard, but it actually existed on the wooden shelf. Every ingot of silver was so beautiful.

He was not a wealth-guarding slave, nor was he a greedy person. However, after witnessing so much money, his heart was filled with passion. All the difficulties and hardships he had encountered in Nanjing for more than a year were nothing at this time.

"I want to transfer 200,000 yuan in silver!"

Zhao Guorong bent down and said, "As for orders, but where will Lord Master Zun send the money?"

"Beijing!"

"Who is escorting it?

Shi Kefa frowned and looked at Zhao Guorong suspiciously and said, "What are you asking about this?"

Zhao Guorong stroked the silver ingot on the shelf sadly and slowly said, "I want to know where these children of mine went and if there is still a chance to see them again.

This is their birthplace, I put them from the variegated silver into the fire to exercise, and finally gain a new life. These wooden shelves are their beds, and this warehouse is their home.

I just hope that the Duke Zun will send them to the capital this time, just a long trip, and I hope that they will eventually return here.

You know, each of them has a name and a fixed bed.

I'm waiting for them to come home here..."

Shi Kefa left after listening to half of the words. He had heard that the envoys of the treasury had this kind of quirk. Unexpectedly, he finally saw it himself, which was a bit disgusting!

"Please jump ten times in the treasury before you go out!"

Just as Shi Kefa was about to leave the silver vault, he heard the quirky vault hiding behind and shouting loudly.

"Why jump?"

"This is the practice of the treasury."

“Why is this routine?”

"Because someone will hide the silver in the valley and take it out of the silver treasury!"

“Bold!”

Shi Kefa shouted angrily.

Zhao Guorong looked at Chang Sui coldly and said, "You jump first!"

Changsui was even more angry, but found that Shi Kefa had actually jumped ten times on the spot, so they had to jump with them.

Zhao Guorong looked at the ground. The ground was very clean, without fifty taels of silver ingots or broken silver. He felt a little regretful and bowed to Shi Kefa and said, "Please supervise the government."

After saying that, he jumped ten times, and the ground was still very clean.

Seeing this, Shi Kefa's anger gradually disappeared. After leaving the silver treasury, he asked Zhao Guorong: "Has happened before?"

Zhao Guorong smiled sinisterly and said, "A noble man like the Mansion Master may not have thought that someone could use the valley road to carry two ingots of fifty taels of silver to the warehouse, right?"

Chang Sui's eyes were about to protrude when he heard this. He gestured with his hands to laugh at the fifty taels of silver ingots, then looked at his companion's buttocks and shook his head, which could only mean that it was incredible.

"It is also a good thing to have such a greedy ghost guarding the silver treasury!"

Shi Kefa did not comment on the theft of the silver treasury, but just thought that Zhao Guorong, the treasury official, seemed to be good.

How can a person who regards money as his own child tolerate others stealing his child?

After packing 200,000 taels of silver, he was escorted away from the silver treasury by a large group of people. Zhao Guorong's face was as gloomy as the sky on the eve of a thunderstorm.

"Someone has to bring my kids back, right?"

Zhao Guorong stared at Tan Boming, not intending to let him leave easily.

"This money is for us, so you think they sacrificed their lives for the country."

Zhao Guorong sneered: "These money will come back."

Tan Boming was shocked and hurriedly said, "You can't do such a mischief!"

Zhao Guorong looked at the direction where Shi Kefa left with his hands behind his back and said lightly: "You don't care!"

Daba Mountain, clouds and mist, and the rain drizzles without seeing the sun.

Yang Xiong was walking alone on the mountain path in a heavy straw raincoat. The muddy ground was very difficult for him to take every step. However, he still walked towards the mountain step by step with his bamboo stick.

A long way behind him, the guards, servants and book boys followed him from afar, and did not dare to get close.

The mountain in front of me is called Yonecang Mountain by the locals!

Daba Mountain is across the river and Shaanxi provinces, and controls the downstream of the Han River and the middle reaches of the Yangtze River. Since ancient times, it has been a must-fight for military strategists. The confrontation between Qin and Han Dynasties and the struggle between Han and Wei has made this remote place appear frequently in the history of the Han family.

As for Micang Mountain, there are staggered peaks, mountains, dangerous gullies, rapid water flow, and the mountains in this area are cold and sparsely populated. The only benefit is that they are dense forests and good scenery.

However, since we arrived at Yoicang Mountain, Yang Xiong, who has always loved mountains and rivers, has hated the word "landscape" to the core.

When he was in Guanzhong, he had enough food and drink, and did not have to serve the county magistrate or worry about the world. He brought a book boy, carried a food box, and carried a wine gourd on his back. He invited one or two friends to enter the Qinling Mountains and searched for a beautiful place with beautiful mountains and rivers, drank, threw wine, rock-scissors, and wrote poems. It would be a pleasure to discuss the world.

After coming to Daba Mountain, I sucked the wind and drank the dew, and was running around... I returned to Guanzhong in my dreams, hugging the county priest's legs and cried loudly, only hoping that the county priest could let him go back.

It’s one thing to do in dreams, and it’s another thing to do after waking up.

Damn Daba Mountain, nearly 200,000 people have become savages, and these savages are fighting wild animals and poisonous insects in the barren mountains, hoping to survive.

There were many savages gathered in Micang Mountain... The main responsibility of his deputy envoy of Hanzhong was to persuade the savages to go down the mountain and live on the plains, and not stay on the mountain to be a savage, or to become a bandit.

I don’t know when it started, and there were fewer and fewer people on the rich Hanzhong Plain, and more and more free land. Now, the people on the plain would rather go to the mountains to be savages than accept them on the plains, including government officials, bandits, gentry, and powerful people.

Every family of people climbed the mountain is a true portrayal of "harsh policies are more powerful than tigers". These people would rather fight with ferocious wild wolves, wild bears, and wild pandas than to join forces with others.

Today, Yang Xiong had to open his mouth to persuade the people of Lijiaping to go down the mountain and live in the plains.

This is how Yang Xiong passed the middleman and finally explained that the other person allowed him to go up the mountain alone. Therefore, Yang Xiong was unwilling to miss this opportunity and decided to take a chance.

After all, there are more than 6,000 savages scattered around Lijiaping.

As long as we convinced the boss of Lijiaping, the twenty-eight villages around Micang Mountain will have a benchmark, and the work must be done much better.

His arms were sore and numb. Yang Xiong sighed slightly, took out the salt bottle and poured a little salt on the leech's tail. The leech that had originally pierced half of her body into the flesh curled up and finally fell off her arm.
Chapter completed!