With the trial implementation of the Kaihai policy in Daxia in the sixth year of Yuanyou, the number of Xiyi people traveling to and from Daxia soon reached an extremely exaggerated number.
The capital is the political, economic, and cultural center of Daxia. There are as many as 7,899 Xiyi people who have registered and applied for temporary residence permits in Shuntian Mansion alone.
Not counting the vassal states of the Celestial Empire, the number of foreigners living in the capital exceeded at least 50,000.
After Cao Jiugong listened to the advice given to him by Jia Cong, the corners of his mouth twitched twice.
"Uncle Yongfeng's suggestion is very good. Don't suggest it next time."
Are you kidding me?
This group of Western barbarians are now cash cows. According to the current system of Daxia, their tax rate is three times that of the common people of Daxia, and they pay at least one million taels of tax to Shuntian Prefecture every year.
This does not include the customs duties they paid when traveling to and from Daxia, which amounted to tens of millions of taels of silver. Hu Bu is still waiting for these Xiyi people to send money to the bank. If he captures and chops up all the Xiyi people, Lin Ruhai won't skin them.
Jia Cong was full of resentment and said resentfully: "Isn't my idea bad? It's time to cut through the mess with a sharp knife. Spring is about to come. If Cao Dudu makes trouble, won't he be punished?"
"But if I capture and chop those Western barbarians, and the Ministry of Finance cannot receive the money, your father-in-law will chop me with a knife."
Cao Jiugong was a little helpless. The imperial court now spent too much money. As the number of land tax reductions and exemptions increased in the past two years, the source of finance and taxation gradually turned to maritime trade and commercial taxes. It was he, the dragon guard who could stop crying at night. The governor must also act with caution when commanding his envoys.
He rubbed his forehead: "Okay, Uncle Yongfeng, don't worry about this matter. I'll let someone investigate."
Zhang Zhengju clasped his fists and said, "Captain Cao, Dali Temple hopes to work with the Dragon Guards to investigate the case, and I ask the Governor for permission."
Cao Jiugong nodded and responded: "That's fine. There are too many people involved in this case, and the Dragon Guards alone can't investigate it. Zhang Shaoqing, let's do this. Dali Temple is in the light, and we, the Dragon Guards, are in the dark. Sing a big drama that scares away the grass and scares the snake to explore the way..."
The plan is also simple, put the case directly on the surface, and let the people from Dali Temple investigate it with great fanfare.
Including suspected businessmen from Xiyi and Southern Xinjiang, people from Dali Temple visited and asked one by one, trying to scare the snake and see their reaction.
Of course, what should be guarded against must be guarded against. Cao Jiugong mobilized people from all over the country with a wave of his hand, intending to spread the Dragon Guard's spies all over the capital.
As long as the noise in Dali Temple is big enough, there will always be people who can't sit still. Then the Dragon Guard hiding in the dark can take action. Those who can't sit still will naturally lead the way to the Dragon Guard. When the time comes, just follow the clues.
None of this required Jia Cong to do, but before leaving, Jia Cong asked Cao Jiugong to do him a small favor.
When the time comes to close the net, the Dragon Guards must be a little "merciful" and keep those involved in the case who are proficient in craftsman skills. He will be of great use.
The Royal Arms Academy of Daxia will be officially opened after the Chinese New Year, and the Royal Academy of Sciences, which he has been planning for a long time, has not yet been completed.
Learn from the barbarians and use their skills to control the barbarians, take their essence and discard their dross. When the time comes, there will be a technological explosion that combines Chinese and Western skills. I don’t believe that they can’t defeat those recently civilized red, yellow, and green hairs...
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At the end of the year, Fang thinks of the Stove King, and the melons and ingots are all wheat and sugar.
Why do you need so much if it sticks to your mouth? Buy one and order your children to taste it first.
Jia Cong stuffed a newly made maltose into Xichun's hand and took the excited little girl to stroll slowly on the street.
Today, as we hold sacrifices to the stove, the New Year atmosphere in the capital becomes even stronger. Shuntian Prefecture has not even charged entry fees these days, and Zhengyang Street is crowded with small vendors taking advantage of the good New Year's Day to make money.
Jia Cong and Xichun escorted Daiyu to the palace for an audience, and the brother and sister hung out and played at the New Year's Fair on Zhengyang Street.
As a child, even though there was no shortage of everything in the house, Xichun was still dazzled by the dazzling array of small commodities and toys in front of her.
Jia Cong didn't restrain her either. Except for the food that looked unclean, he bought several portions of whatever Xichun liked. There were so many sisters in the family.
"Third brother, there is a monster!"
Xichun suddenly hid in Jia Cong's arms, pointing to a stall not far ahead.
Jia Cong looked in the direction of her finger and grinned.
He rubbed Xichun's little head and said with a smile: "That's not a monster, that's a Westerner. Just like us, except that the color of his hair and eyes is different. Come on, brother will take you to see this 'monster'."
Before the brothers reached the stall, Jia Cong's face turned gloomy.
Because there were waves of chanting in his ears:
"My father in heaven, I wish that your name will be seen as holy, that your kingdom will be present, and that your will will be carried out on earth as it is in heaven.
We hope that you will be with me today, that I will have my daily bread; that you will forgive me my debts, just as I also forgive my debtors; and that you will not allow me to fall into temptation, but will save me from evil. Ammon. "
"Jesus, Mary, Joseph, to whom I devote my heart, my soul, and my life
Jesus, Mary, Joseph, help me in my dying moments.
Jesus, Mary, Joseph, give me the grace to die in you. "
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Every time a scripture is recited, these blond and blue-eyed missionaries will give eggs, rice and other items to the people who follow them in chanting.
At this time, there were no fewer than a hundred people crowded in front of the stall, and more people hurried over to join the procession of chanting sutras and receiving eggs and rice.
As the number of people gathered in front of the stall increased, Jia Cong's face became increasingly difficult to look at.
He stopped and called his soldiers to whisper a few words to him. The soldiers clasped their fists and stepped back, then took Xichun's hand and continued forward.
In fact, Jia Cong wanted his soldiers to directly overturn the stalls of these missionaries and throw them into the Shuntian Mansion Prison.
But these people who receive eggs and rice grains cannot understand the dangers of foreign religions. They only know that they can receive ten eggs and ten pounds of white rice by following these foreign monks and chanting sutras.
Whoever caused them not to receive egg white rice was their enemy, not even the royal cat Jia Cong.
Jia Cong took Xichun's hand and walked forward slowly, and the crowd automatically gave way.
He originally planned to take his sister to the palace for a stroll on the street, so naturally he came out wearing official uniform.
The people in the capital were still very familiar with this Lord Cat Master. As soon as they saw the fat orange cat pattern on his purple robe, they immediately stepped aside.
The brave ones would even say hello to Jia Cong, and Jia Cong nodded in response.
The people were happy to deal with this noble man with a strange personality, but the missionaries were different.
As soon as he saw Jia Cong coming forward with his soldiers, he subconsciously wanted to run away.
Because Daxia has not yet allowed Western missionaries to preach in Daxia, they came to Beijing in the name of merchants this time. They could not even build a church, so they could only rent shops to preach secretly.
A few days ago, at a temple fair, I saw monks from the Daxiangguo Temple giving rice and food to poor people. I came up with this idea and used it to spread the gospel.
"Sir, we are not preaching..."
The soldiers of Rongguo Mansion were basically men who had fought on the battlefield. When they stood in front of the stall and put their hands on the handles of their swords, the missionaries panicked.
One of the younger ones, Huang Mao, spoke subconsciously, and Jia Cong laughed: "Did I say you are preaching? Since you are not preaching, what are you doing?"
"Sir, we are new here. We just want to give some small gifts to the people in the capital and attract customers for our shop."
The older missionary in the middle saluted Jia Cong, wearing a Catholic priest's uniform and performing a nondescript salute. Jia Cong sneered in his heart: "Giving gifts, right? Then I'll watch you give them!"
He asked his soldiers to find two chairs from the shop facing the street and place them directly on the inside of the stall.
Then a brazier was raised at their feet, and the brother and sister watched the excitement while warming themselves up.
"You guys continue to send gifts. Uncle Ben has already sent people to help you attract guests. Don't worry about no one coming. Uncle Ben's appeal is quite strong, and 8,000 people are not a problem."
The faces of these missionaries are all dark. There are 8,000 people. How much egg whites and rice must be sent out?
Give it away, it's all free money.
Don't send them away, the soldiers of Rongguo Mansion are behind them.
Seeing that these yellow-haired men were stunned and did not move, the people who gathered around the stall to watch the excitement were not happy.
They heard that there were idiots on Zhengyang Street delivering eggs and rice, and they came here to wait in line for a long time. Why haven't they been delivered yet?
"Are you going to give me some more? Didn't you say that you would give me eggs and rice as you chant the sutras?"
"It's not chanting sutras, it's not chanting sutras..."
The older missionary quickly interrupted the man's shouting, glanced secretly at Jia Cong, who was feeding Xichun baked potatoes, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and motioned to the two people beside him with his eyes.
At this time, he stopped even reciting the scriptures and started counting eggs to put rice in, and handing them to the people in line with heartache.
In just a quarter of an hour, Zhengyang Street began to be blocked by carriages.
Jia Cong's appeal is so great that 8,000 people are nothing.
The queue in front of the stall soon turned into three long queues, the kind that could not be reached at a glance.
Moreover, these people were not just ordinary people from relatively well-off families. The beggars in the capital came to know from Jia Cong's soldiers that someone was distributing rice and grain on Zhengyang Street.
Eighteen thousand? If the soldiers didn't have only one mouth, they could call out hundreds of thousands of them.
The missionary saw more and more people waiting to receive eggs and rice, and he could not wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
After the eggs and rice grains that were originally prepared were delivered, the elderly missionary anxiously said to Jia Cong: "Sir, the food has been delivered and we are going to collect it..."
Before he finished speaking, Jia Cong looked at him with a smile on his hands: "Want to close the stall and leave? How can that be done? Uncle Ben has called everyone here. If you can leave now, isn't this a slap in Uncle Ben's face?"
The missionary was anxious: "But have we given out all the gifts we prepared?"
"It's okay. Uncle Ben has already asked someone to pick it up from your 'store'. We don't have enough rice, grains and eggs. How about using money to exchange for it? Today, you have to give it away if you don't want to, otherwise you will be deceiving Uncle Ben. I know that the last time I hit Uncle Ben How is the person with the face doing now?"
The smile on Jia Cong's face slowly disappeared and became indifferent.
"There was once a county prince whose son wanted to slap me in the face. I drowned his whole family in a river, and sent ten cannons to see them off. Do you want me to customize a one-stop funeral service for you? It's free. ,Do you want?"
He opened a corner of his red coat, revealing the jade handle of the Yanling Sword at his waist, and said coldly: "Keep sending it to me. If you make me unhappy today, don't blame me for getting mad!"
The three yellow-haired missionaries were all frightened and took a step back, looking at the people watching in fear.
Although they have been in the capital not long ago, they are still the people who have been told by the people of Daxia that they should not be offended in the capital.
"Quiet Street Tiger" Liu Ke, the loyal and obedient king, the saint's biological son, Rong Guohou Jia She, and the emperor's biological son, Yongfeng Bo, the royal cat Jia Cong...
If you offend the noble officials of Daxia, the court will still take care of it.
If they offended these three, the emperor of Daxia would help dig a hole and bury them.
The soldiers of the Rongguo Mansion who went to Dongshi with a golden order in hand directly dispatched two teams of patrolling soldiers to block the courtyard of the shop rented by the missionaries. The servants of the missionaries did not know what was going on, and watched helplessly as the ferocious guards closed the shop. All the gold and silver were taken away and taken to the store next door to buy rice, grains and eggs.
Carloads of rice, grain and eggs were delivered to Zhengyang Street, and people from the Wucheng Army and Horses Division also came to help. Jia Shiyi followed Jia Cong's instructions and blocked half of the street specifically for queuing.
The number of people waiting to receive eggs and rice grains has exceeded 10,000, and the carriages transporting rice grains and eggs have not stopped for a moment.
The missionaries had received news from their slaves that the gold and silver in the shop had been replaced by rice, grains and eggs. However, they had no choice but to obey the orders of the "devil" sitting behind them, mechanically pack rice and eggs, and hand them over. To the people in line.
Fortunately, there are still a lot of banknotes hidden in the dark, and their missionary work will not die without the support of money...
The warm sun climbed to the center of the sky. Jia Cong suddenly stood up and said with a smile to the captain of the imperial army patrolling the city who came to help: "I leave this place to you. You must watch them finish giving away the 'gifts'."
"Uncle, don't worry. I will definitely watch them deliver them with my own eyes, so I won't miss out on their good intentions."
Before leaving, Jia Cong waved to the people who were receiving rice grains. Everyone shouted for him to go slowly and sent him off respectfully.
When they were almost in front of the palace gate, Jia Shiyi handed a stack of silver notes to Jia Cong: "Third Master, this is what the Imperial Army found in those Huangmaoyi shops. In addition to buying rice and grains and giving tea to the rest of the Imperial Army brothers, Money, there are still twenty thousand taels.”
"Oh, missionaries are indeed the richest in the West!"
Jia Cong waved his hand: "Take it and donate it to the Almshouse. The money is stained with blood, so it's better to use it for charity."
On the surface, these missionaries are kind and bright, but in fact, bah! It's dirty to say more!
They even burned their own people, let alone the people in the colonies. It is estimated that the money they brought to Daxia for missionary purposes was filled with the blood and tears of the indigenous people in the colony.
Jia Cong held Xichun's little hand, and the chamberlain who came to greet him took the boxes from the soldiers and walked into the palace.
The hustle and bustle outside the palace seemed to be separated by the palace wall, and the solemn and quiet palace made Jia Cong slowly calm down.
"Little Eunuch Xia, may your Majesty be in the Qinzheng Hall?"
Xiao Xiazi replied respectfully: "Replying to my uncle, the emperor is currently discussing matters with the cabinet ministers in the Qinzheng Palace. The emperor told his servants that when he enters the palace, he should go to the East Palace first. His Royal Highness is waiting for you. "
Jia Cong shook his head: "Are all the cabinet ministers here? That's just in time. I just encountered an interesting thing, and I was planning to talk about it with His Majesty and the ministers."
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I’ll stop here today and continue tomorrow. Good night!
(End of chapter)
