"Liu family?"
"Dragon City floods occur every four years. Does Mingtang know who built the water gates including Dickong Gate every time?"
“Isn’t it every county magistrate?”
"Yes and no."
"oh?"
"I would like to congratulate Mingtang first for arriving at a great place like our Dragon City."
"A good place? Better than Luoyang Lintai?"
"Of course it can't compare to this, but it's not as good as the previous one, but it's more than enough. Being a county magistrate can easily lead to promotion and fortune. Isn't it a good place to be?"
"There is a flood every four years. How can I still live a simple life and be promoted and make a fortune? Is this the only good thing that can happen? I need to ask for advice."
"Well, I don't dare to ask for advice, I don't dare to ask for advice... In fact, these are the normal practices after every county magistrate takes office. Everyone has acquiesced. Even if the subordinates don't say it, others will tell Mingtang. But today I saw someone in Mingtang. I am determined to work hard, but I really can't bear to take a thankless detour, so I have to give you a little reminder."
"All ears."
"When successive Longcheng magistrates encountered floods after taking office, they would immediately visit the local tycoons and gentry to raise donations. After they donated, the rich and middle peasants would follow suit..."
"Understood. When things are done, will the money of the local tyrants and gentry be repaid in full, and the money of the good people will be divided into 30% and 70%?"
"Hey, it's not like Mingtang doesn't know. It seems that the lower official is being sentimental... But Mingtang's direct split is too harsh. The money of the good people cannot be fully divided. We have to spend part of it for disaster relief and flood control. Teachers have a reputation. No one can find the fault in this way, but when it comes to disaster relief and flood control, we can save a little bit appropriately, and the strong men among the victims can directly use it, which saves a fortune..."
"Master Diao is really...too warm."
"Everywhere, Mingtang is wise and compassionate. In addition, what Mingtang just said is not completely right. We don't have to repay every family the money of the local tyrants and gentry. We are their parents and officials, and we are not begging on our knees. There are people in Longcheng. It’s difficult, what’s wrong with asking them to donate some money to help Mingtang share their worries. But..."
"So it turns out that the official seal of my Dragon City Order is so valuable? Everyone has to give me face."
"Ming Tang was joking. But there is one most crucial point. If you want the rich and gentry to donate more and all the good people to follow suit, there must be a 'family' who takes the lead in collecting donations!"
"Who is it? Oh...the Liu family."
"That's right! The Liu family on the West Bank is the number one family in Dragon City. Only if they take the lead in donating a large amount of disaster funds, will other local tyrants and squires follow suit. Otherwise, these people will all be cowards and cannot donate a lot of money... And the Liu family donated a lot of money..." We have to repay the money in full afterwards, and we have to be sincere when people give them face, and we have to split the remaining money raised with them 30/70."
"You still want to divide it into 30%?"
"Thirty percent belongs to us, and 70% belongs to others."
"Then we are just kneeling down to beg for food? Why don't we tell you earlier that you will go around in a big circle to beg for food?"
"Hey Mingtang, please listen to what the official has to say first, and give them 70% of it as hard work fee. Then they will send a group of elite craftsmen to help us rebuild Di Gong Gate. This is a technical job, and the entire The most exquisite craftsmen in Dragon City are all in their Guyue Sword Shop, and they can’t even get them if they ask for them...
"So when the time comes, we only need to select a group of strong men from the victims to help the Liu family craftsmen repair the gate. We will divide it into 30%, which is not shabby. When the Di Gong Gate is repaired, it will be cured without wasting a copper plate from the court and the state. After the flood, if you don’t get promoted in Mingtang, who will be promoted?”
"Master Diao has been promoted."
"Everywhere, everything depends on Mingtang."
"Rely on me to take you to kneel down and beg for food?"
"..."
"Master Diao, do you know why I am here?"
"Accidentally contradicted the empress and princess?"
"No, my bones are too hard and I can't kneel down in the court, so I sit here."
"It turns out that Mingtang is really a gentleman."
"No. Begging is okay; kneeling is not okay."
"Then what does Mingtang want? I'm sorry that my official status is too low, so I can't understand it."
"You said, can't I stand and ask for food?"
"Pfft~"
"The tea spray is quite artistic."
"You...cough cough cough...don't you just have prostitution for nothing?"
"What did you say?"
"I said... I'd like to see you in the Ming Dynasty."
…
"Jinshi Tanhualang? Seventh-grade county magistrate? Aren't you just here to kneel down and beg for food! Why are you pretending to be a gentleman? Your mother is so tall! That's it..."
In a luxurious courtyard, a group of dark-skinned Kunlun slaves knelt in a row at the door, not daring to raise their heads. From the house in front of them, there was a crackling sound and a man's roar.
All the precious porcelain, landscape paintings, antique gold, stone, precious stones and spices in the house were smashed to the floor. A lame figure was swinging a sword wildly, chopping down the sandalwood room, chopping down the Eight Immortals table... and slashing at anything he saw to vent his anger.
It seemed like he was trying to get back all the face he had lost on someone.
No one in the yard dared to answer, because no one had any doubt that if Liu Zilin in the room paid attention to them at this moment, the sword would fall on their necks in the next second, and he would not even blink.
However, although Liu Zilin has a violent personality, is domineering in Dragon City, and has a bad reputation. I'm sorry for the name, but he has two brothers who are recognized as excellent.
The eldest brother Liu Ziwen and the second brother Liu Zian.
For these three brothers, some outsiders jokingly call them the Three Tigers of the Liu family. Among them, Liu Ziwen is the "smart tiger", Liu Zian is the "sick tiger", and Liu Zilin is the "crazy tiger".
Liu Zilin has not yet taken over the family business, and Guyue Sword Shop and all family properties are managed by his two brothers.
Liu Ziwen and Liu Zian worked together to support the "Dragon King Willow" family on the west bank of Butterfly Creek.
"And that little bitch who shot me an eagle? The scholar in the academy has great connections? Do you think our Liu family doesn't have any qi practitioners? Just wait for me, you are a horse rider!"
Liu Zilin was still wielding his sword in rage, but a lame middle-aged boy servant walked out of the courtyard, walked straight across the courtyard and knelt down like a group of slaves.
The lame servant stopped in front of the door with a calm expression:
"Third Young Master, Second Young Master asked the servant to tell you: Go back to the house and be grounded for ten days. You are not allowed to go out and cause trouble. That Hu Ji is not allowed to move again."
Liu Zilin fell silent instantly, but his hands under his sleeves clenched into fists.
"Crazy Tiger" roared out from between his teeth: "Is it possible that I've been tricked and just let it go?"
The lame servant said with a normal expression: "The second young master also said that if the person whose leg was broken today was the county magistrate, then he and the eldest young master would wipe your butt for you. Unfortunately, the person whose leg was broken is a loser. You can wipe your butt by yourself." Take it yourself, don't dirty his hands with such a trivial matter."
The corners of Liu Zilin's mouth twitched hard.
He was silent for a while, then suddenly asked: "Did Brother speak?"
The lame boy servant, who was about to turn around and leave, glanced at Liu Zilin and nodded:
"The eldest young master was also there at the time and said to the second young master... The new county magistrate likes justice, so give him justice.
"In addition, the eldest young master also said that if the third young master asks, he will ask the servant to give him a message, so that the third young master can think about how to connect the legs after listening."
"Say." Liu Zilin dropped his sword and spat out one word.
The lame servant imitated the young master's tone and spoke calmly:
"The new county magistrate and Xie's daughter cannot be killed for the time being.
"Those who kill must kill their hearts."
