It wasn't until Mo Lan's body exuded a faint fragrance that the Queen let her go.
Originally, she wanted to do some tricks and hide the medicine on her body, but the Queen kept staring at her, so she had no choice but to accept her fate.
Mo Lan took the token in his hand and went to the staff department leisurely.
"I have met General Mo. I didn't introduce myself yesterday. I am the Minister of Civil Affairs, You Wenting."
Looking at Juventus, who was still enthusiastic in front of him, Mo Lan nodded perfunctorily.
This person gives people an uncomfortable feeling of being too smooth, as if she did it deliberately.
Juventus listen? has a problem!
This name is too straightforward. Who named it?
After completing the formalities and collecting the official seal, Mo Lan was about to leave when Youwen stopped her.
"General Mo, the processing fee is ten taels."
Mo Lan almost jumped up and shouted: "Shiliang, why don't you go and grab it! The inheritance is decided by the emperor. If you want money, you can go to the emperor!"
Youwen smiled and approached her, "Okay, I'll keep it in mind. You have to go to the Ministry of Household Affairs to get the house deed later. I'll go with you, and I'll ask the Ministry of Household Affairs for the money."
Mo Lan gritted his teeth and took out twelve taels of silver from his arms and placed it on the table. He picked up the documents and rushed out of the staff department.
The emperor and his ministers look alike, they are all greedy for money and heaven!
The head of the Household Department looked at Mo Lan who was in a daze in front of him. The smile on his face was almost unbearable. She didn't move even after burning the incense.
"General Mo! General Mo!"
Mo Lan came out of her meditation with a dazed look on her face.
"Chief, do you think I can get a discount or something? Isn't the interest rate of one thousand taels a month too high?"
The abacus in the manager's hand crackled. Finally, he took the abacus away and nodded towards her.
The corners of Mo Lan's mouth were about to split behind her ears, so she nodded, that was cool.
"One month..."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah"
"One thousand taels is indeed a bit too much."
"Yeah"
“But this is the minimum interest, so it’s one thousand taels a month.”
Mo Lan supported the table and stood up straight. She might as well return the money now.
The boss seemed to remember something and was rummaging through a pile of account books.
The last three large ledgers were placed in front of Mo Lan.
Mo Lan pointed at the account book tremblingly, "Is it all mine?"
The manager waved his hands repeatedly, "No."
Mo Lan wiped the sweat from her forehead, luckily?!
"Mo Mansion's property has not paid taxes for three months. Do you think we should make up for it first?"
Mo Lan opened the account book and turned to the page of her home. The tax owed for three months totaled 518 taels!
He almost gritted his teeth and read it out, Mo Lan was about to have a heart attack!
Jun Wuye, I will fight with you!
"Guanshi Wu, tell me directly, how much money will I have to repay with interest in two months?"
In the room, the abacus sounded again.
"The total amount is one hundred and two thousand six hundred and seventy-five taels. The emperor said that in order to make your memory long, not even any change will be erased."
Mo Lan calculated it silently in his mind. Isn't this exactly the same as the money left in his hand?
The person who knows her financial situation best is Jun Wuye. Judging from his gentlemanly appearance, he is indeed sanctimonious!
Also, the taxes in Qingyun Country are too high! Outrageous!
Officials are taxed 20% on business!
However, ordinary merchants pay only 5% tax.
This queen is really capable. No matter where they do business, these officials will only earn much more than ordinary merchants. Widening the tax gap can also be regarded as benefiting the people.
Do you need to sign this debt note?
If she pays back the money now, she will have more than two thousand taels left, but it will be difficult to do big business.
If she signed the contract, if she didn't make any money after two months, she would have nothing left.
Mo Lan took the ink pad and pressed the fingerprint directly.
snort!
Then play a big one!
Manager Wu took the debt note with a smile, "A general is a general, be decisive!"
Mo Lan snorted and laughed weakly.
He raised his feet to leave, but was stopped again.
"The emperor said that your monthly salary will not be paid in these two months."
Mo Lan clenched her fists and left the household with hands and feet.
When they arrived at the door of Mo Mansion, they saw Jun Wuye sitting on the steps, with a circle of people surrounding the steps.
After seeing her coming, everyone's eyes lit up, they picked up the account books in their hands and rushed over.
"Master, I am the shopkeeper of Changxi Pavilion. This is the detailed account of the shop for the past three months. The workers are still waiting for payment. Now that you are back, please handle this matter!"
"And me, and me, I am the shopkeeper of Tingyin Tower..."
Mo Lan laughed along and collected the account books one by one.
"Every shopkeeper, go back first. I will ask the accountant at home to calculate the total amount of silver owed tonight. I will deliver it to everyone's home early tomorrow morning and then distribute it."
After finally sending away these great masters, Mo Lan threw a bunch of account books in front of Jun Wuye.
"You, please report everything to me before midnight tonight."
After saying that, he kicked open the slightly open door and rushed to his yard angrily.
Gan Yi knelt down and picked up the account book that fell on the ground. The detailed accounts of more than twenty people had to be completed in three hours. This woman was too much!
"Sir, there are so many, how do you count them?"
Jun Wuye thought of her furious look just now, and a rare smile appeared on his face.
He patted the dust on the account book and said, "Don't be in a hurry. Calculate slowly. I know it well."
Haishi
The light was on in Mo Lan's room, and sobs could be heard from inside.
The account I had just calculated was delivered to me. It was a thick pile, just as high as the table in front of her.
Looking at the list that was sorted out, it turned out that the workers had to be paid a total of two thousand one hundred taels!
If she hadn't signed the order at the Ministry of Household Affairs, she would still have nothing left after paying the workers' wages!
No, there are still fifty-one taels and four cents of silver.
Sure enough, after Mo Man's death, the Mo family has been sending money out. Originally, the business of those shops was not bad, and after excluding the capital, there were still a few hundred taels a month, which was enough for her.
Mo Lan slapped the table and stepped on the ledger, but she slipped and did the splits.
"Okay, let's make a big change. After we pay our wages tomorrow, everyone will be changed!"
"Knock knock knock!"
"who!"
"Uh, I'm Gan Yi. The eldest lady of the Su family is here to see you."
Su Momo? What is she here for?
Mo Lan opened the door, and when she reached the second door, she saw Su Momo waving to her.
On hand is...
A paper!
"Mo Lan, don't run!"
Su Momo flew in front of her in one stride.
"You owed me fifty taels of silver at the casino before. Also, I paid for your meal after you lost. A total of fifty-one taels of silver. Don't default on your debt. The emperor gave me an order this afternoon. You must pay for it tomorrow. All outstanding debts must be cleared, otherwise it will be a shame!"
Mo Lan snatched the paper from her hand and took her hand towards the door.
"I will pay you back tomorrow. Goodbye. Good night. I wish your family good health."
Mo Lan closed the door and leaned on it, refusing to open the door despite Su Momo's threats.
She didn't lie down on the ground until there was no movement behind her.
"This is a cheating world!"
early morning
Mo Lan stared at the bed curtain in a daze, and after a long time, stood up.
He came back at noon.
It wasn't until I reached the second door that I found someone behind me.
Turning around, she found that it was Youwen who was looking at her with a smile.
"How come Sir You is here free? Why don't you go to the main hall now that you are here?"
Juventus folded his hands and bowed.
"The emperor asked his subordinates to come and see if General Mo has paid back all the debts."
Mo Lan withdrew her hand to invite him in. Youwen had no intention of entering, and there was no need for her to be polite anymore.
"Please, Master You, please go and pay me back in full."
Youwen smiled and took out a vermilion imperial edict from his sleeve, walked up to the second door and slowly unfolded it.
Mo Lan immediately knelt down when he saw this.
"Hereby, the mighty general Mo Lan, who is like a towering tree in the vast expanse of green, has a force like the sea, is not restricted to any shape, and is a grand sight. He is the bravest of the three armies. He is specially appointed as the commander of the Beijing Guards. Half a month later, he will lead the troops southward for hundreds of miles to suppress the bandits in Cangshan. Guard one side and protect my people."
"General Mo, take the order."
Mo Lan stretched out his hands, raised them above his head, and took the imperial edict.
"Your Majesty Mo Lan accepts the order."
After sending You Wen away, Mo Lan took the imperial edict and sat in the main hall with a frown on his face.
The words in this edict sounded like they were praising her, but actually if you think about it carefully, you would know that they meant to say that she was bold.
It's strange to say that the person who announces the decree is always an internal official in the palace, but You Wenting is also the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, a fourth-rank official.
The maids beside the emperor are only at the fifth rank, which is two ranks and one rank short. They are just here to announce the decree. Are they overqualified?
But she doesn’t have time to think about it so much now. She will lead the troops to Cangshan to suppress the bandits in half a month. What will she do to suppress the bandits?
What's more, after two months, she had to return the money to the treasury with interest. Without a salary, she had no time to take care of business.
By then, she will still be a penniless pauper!
The emperor seemed to have given her a lot of rights and unlimited glory, but in fact, without strength, the emptied rights would only make her a target of public criticism.
It seems that the Qingyun court is not stable!
In that case, don't blame her for taking shortcuts!
Tianxiang Court
Mo Lan was currently standing in the middle of the stage in Haojing's largest restaurant, holding the stolen gong in his hand.
"When——"
"Su Momo, I'm here to find you!"
Su Momo, who was drinking tea on the second floor, spat out a mouthful of tea and her veins popped out.
She walked to the railing and took her sights on the target, "Mo, come up here, don't disturb my business!"
Mo Lan immediately returned the gong to Le Ren, touched his hand, and then lifted a big box and went upstairs.
The second floor of Tianxiang Garden was still a little deserted at this time under the scorching sun.
The breeze blew by, blowing the broken hair on the girl's forehead, and the two looked at each other for a long time.
Finally, Mo Lan spoke: "You..."
"It's quite cool upstairs!"
Su Momo almost fell off her stool when she stopped talking. She took back her feet on the stool, stepped back, and poured Mo Lan a cup of tea.
"You were awake for a long time this time."
Mo Lan pushed all the teacups on the table aside, picked up the box and put it on the table.
Su Momo held her hands and watched her busy, "Why, are you giving me a gift to apologize? I haven't forgotten how cold the cold wind was when you locked me outside your house last night."
Mo Lan opened the box without saying a word.
"Where did you get all these bottles and cans from?"
Su Momo looked at the pile of bottles in the box with disgust, but she also took out one, put it to the tip of her nose and smelled it.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, then picked up several bottles and smelled them one after another.
