"This is Chen Qingzhi from Ma'anshan. Brother, is this the Chen Anzhi I want to protect?"
Chen Anzhi looked at him hard, and Bai Maozi was also looking at him seriously, and he was even more meticulous than Chen Anzhi.
It was as if he could see through all the pores on Chen Anzhi's face.
It wasn't until half a moment later that the white-haired boy finally took out a portrait from his pocket. After carefully comparing it, he scratched his head and asked nonchalantly.
"puff!"
Chen Anzhi couldn't help but take a sip of tea, his face full of sarcasm.
I thought he was an expert, but I didn't expect him to be blind.
"Qiang!"
"No!"
There was a sword cry and two urgent screams.
Chen Anzhi instantly felt a chill on his neck.
If Tian Anshen and Confucius hadn't stopped him in time, he would have been separated from his body and head, leaving the three girls who were engaged to him to wear sackcloth and mourn, one of them laughed and the other two cried.
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"What's the origin of that thing?"
Although there was a chill on his neck, Chen Anzhi felt that he could still dodge the sword.
Therefore, after Anping took the people away and settled them down, Chen Anzhi was still a little unconvinced.
"The number one young swordsman among the gods, Chen Qingzhi, the great disciple of Ma'anshan Beijian.
I spent ten thousand yuan to invite him. "
Chen Qingzhi's sword move made Tian Anshen very satisfied.
Therefore, he was somewhat complacent.
"Did you feel like your pores were being penetrated by him?
That is the sword intent that can only be cultivated by monks in the Heavenly Realm.
The Night Owl in the Shang Li Division should not be underestimated.
Ming Yazhi County in Wangcheng, you were born, but we broke the rules first, and they will no longer abide by some of their previous promises. You have to find someone to protect you, and I have to block you. "
Putting aside his previous drunken madness, Kong Fuzi said solemnly.
"You mean, you don't care about me anymore?"
After hearing the explanations of the two men, Chen Anzhi was instantly furious.
"You have to walk your own path, and the chick must learn to fly."
Tian An's words and expression were equally heavy.
"Old guy, if you don't touch me for a day, will you get used to it?"
Chen Anzhi was not impressed by Tian An's heaviness, but made one last solicitation for Confucius.
“When it gets dark, I’ll leave.
Give him Chen Qingzhi. If he still can't pass the test of Lai Junchen, then let him die in Tianjiazhuang! "
Confucius, who took a swig of strong liquor and was very arrogant when meeting him, bowed solemnly and deeply to Tian Anxie.
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"Why?"
Unable to figure it out, Chen Anzhi had a nightmare all night, and then simply stopped thinking about it.
In the morning, after washing up, he glared at the shadowy white-haired boy again and walked out angrily.
Because in his opinion, if Chen Qingzhi did not come, Confucius would not leave.
If Confucius had not left, he would not have nightmares.
"well!"
Chen Qingzhi shook his head helplessly. He knew that the benefactor was trying to influence the child's temperament, so he didn't argue with him, but followed him silently with his sword on his back.
He also came through this way back then!
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On the third day of the Lunar New Year in the spring of the 15th year of Chongzhen, Chen Anzhi and Chen Qingzhi walked into the Yamen of Wangcheng Merchant Officials Division one after another.
This is the first time Chen Anzhi has walked into the yamen under his own name since he has been supervising Wangcheng for nine years.
There was nothing to write about about the scenery, and Chen Anzhi was not in the mood to appreciate it.
Instead, he went straight to the headmaster's position in the main hall, frowned and sat down.
Chen Qingzhi, on the other hand, wisely stopped outside and practiced ear-closed meditation.
"Sir, the county magistrate said that the Shang Li Department is still outside the six departments. There are some things that he cannot control, otherwise it will break the rules."
As soon as Chen Anzhi sat down, Assistant Secretary Qin Buer, who had been waiting for him for a long time, came up to him and spoke softly with a sarcastic look on his face.
There was no way, even if he was killed, he couldn't do it.
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"Do not talk nonsense!"
Chen Anzhi became furious when he heard the word "rules".
"An official document came from the county magistrate. The amount of crime tax in Wangcheng this year was mentioned as 60,000 taels. In previous years, it was only 30,000 taels.
Come on, Junchen, he's done something wrong! "
Qin Buer responded with a grimace.
As a lower county in Tiannan County, Wangcheng's annual tax receivable in previous years was only 300,000 taels of silver, and the crime tax devolved accounted for only one-tenth. Who knows that after a Ming yamen in charge of the chief executive governs the county, this proportion will It was suddenly raised to one-fifth.
During the snowstorm a few days ago, the county tax treasury was emptied with a wave of your hand.
Now in the bank of the Merchant Officials Department, rats will slip when they enter.
Originally, he wanted to exhaust his family fortune, gain favor in front of the master who controlled his life, and gain praise for his ability in doing things.
But no matter what, the concubine and the mother-in-law walked away so ruthlessly that no one was left except the two dogs in the yard.
The newly appointed county magistrate is obviously unwilling to take care of it.
Because of the incident at the Zhang Family Martial Arts School, the major merchants and gentry took action upon hearing the news, as if they were being bewitched. They ran away and fled, leaving behind only small households without money and water. It can be said that the entire Wangcheng County is in ruins. hole.
Now, except for the big and golden family in Tianjiazhuang, he really didn't know what other names he could use to raid anyone's house to fill this big hole.
You must know that since the clerks of the Commercial Affairs Department were replaced by sergeants, the official documents from the upper level were decentralized, just like military orders, and there was no possibility of protest.
Moreover, tax and money matters are related to the country's foundation and cannot be misappropriated without permission from the upper management.
This time, my lord, you really went too far for the sake of those bastards.
"It seems that this is the so-called rule."
After listening to Qin Buer's words, Chen Anzhi finally understood what Confucius meant by "rules" last night.
This means that you can plot and secretly fight for life and death, but you can't expose the smiling face on the surface, and things on the table must follow the rules on the table.
What made Qin Buer look so grim must be that Tian Anshen didn't want to break this rule.
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