Nangong Ping, also known as She, was the nephew of Nangong Xi, the Prime Minister of the current dynasty.
When he was still in his infancy, Nangong Ping's father served as the county magistrate of Chencheng Feng County in Weijiang. He took the lead with local Zhechong soldiers to suppress the Fanman and died in battle. His mother, Nangong Zhang, sent Nangong Ping to the capital and entrusted him to the Ministry of Rites. After being raised by the doctor Nangong Xi, he returned to Feng County. Nangong Zhang sold his property and obtained silver notes, then went into the mountains alone. On the grounds of being oppressed by the local government, he brought money to seek protection from the barbarians.
Seven days later, a Fanman chief was pierced through the heart by Nangong Zhang with a sharp knife. Nangong Zhang threw himself off a cliff and died.
This barbarian chief was one of the original rebel chiefs, and was later recruited by the court. He was also the culprit who killed Nangong Ping's father.
Nangong Ping, whose parents both died, grew up beside Nangong Xi since he was a child, and the latter regarded him as his own.
Although Nangong Ping had read poetry and books since he was a child, he had an unconventional nature and loved to dance with swords and sticks. After reaching the age of 16, he obtained a meritorious service, but did not enter the court as an official. He determined to go to Weijiang or Ganzhou and start as a county magistrate. Suppress the barbarians.
Nangong Xi couldn't bear Nangong Ping's long journey to a remote place, and persuaded Nangong Ping to join the Ministry of Rites to observe the government. However, Nangong Ping refused to listen to the dissuasion. Although he stayed in Beijing, he lived alone in the north city and spent his good years in the shops under the Nangong family's name.
This is Nangong Ping, who is in his early twenties. In the eyes of other Nangong family members, he is just a weirdo who spends his time doing nothing. He is obsessed with the art of the pre-Qin Mohists and messes around with useless gadgets. .
Chu Qing looked through the account books, and Nangong Ping pointed out in detail how the Nangong family evaded taxes.
In fact, it's not tax evasion. It's just that no one has paid. It's the norm. If no one else pays, why should the shop under their Nangong family's name pay.
Chu Qing closed the account book and looked at Nangong Ping slightly strangely: "Is your uncle a relative?"
"Master Chu, are you asking the student's uncle Nangong Xi?"
Chu Qing nodded: "Yes, Lord Nangong."
"Lord Chu, there is no need to worry. No matter how big the sky is, it can't be bigger than a word of principle. No matter how vast the land is, it can't be as wide as a word of law. Since it violates Chang's laws, it must be dealt with impartially. My uncle is the prime minister of the dynasty, so he must abide by the laws. Ji can't make any criticism at all."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tao Shaozhang and Chen Yan both cupped their hands and saluted Nangong Ping, who had a majestic and upright face.
Tao Shaozhang, who was extremely upright, became a little warmer and wanted to make friends with Nangong She. Tao Shaozhang liked to make friends with such cheating people the most. The two of them chatted and said that they might form a group in a few days, the Father's Worry Alliance. , and equipped with a family meal package.
Chu Qing said nothing and scratched his forehead, feeling a little embarrassed.
He admired Nangong Ping very much, but he was not prepared to make friends with him.
People always praise people who kill relatives for justice. In fact, in reality, there are children who can't stand their father's corruption and directly report it to their father.
When talking about this kind of person, everyone will give a thumbs up and call him a good boy.
But if this child is a relative of his own, that would be fucked up.
Just like a big orange donkey, he says every day that this old boy is so interesting and entertaining. When he gets home from get off work every day, he turns on the TV and follows him like a die-hard fan. But if one day, this big brother will If he suddenly became the president of his own country, he would be so happy that he wouldn't even be able to cry.
So people are like this. Some people can only be observed from a distance but not played with. Just stand far away and give a thumbs up in admiration. Don’t get close to them or get close to them. It’s too deceiving.
Chu Qing didn't really want to talk to Nangong Ping, but Nangong Ping's eyes were always staring at Chu Qing.
"Sir Chu, in addition to the Northern City, students also know a lot about the merchants in the Southern City. If students are needed to help, your instructions are that the students must do their best."
Chu Qing waved his hands repeatedly: "No, we have enough manpower. Thank you. You can rest."
Nangong Ping's face was full of disappointment.
Chu Qing quickly led people out of the shop and went to the next store, which was also next door.
The shopkeeper also looked frightened, but what was depressing was that he said he didn't have any account books, so he could do whatever he wanted.
The ledger was not found, and Fukuzo found a ball of ashes with sparks in the backyard, which was obviously the ledger that had just been burned.
Tao Shaozhang was very angry, but without the account books, there was no evidence to prove that the shop had paid less taxes.
Chu Qing had already expected this situation and looked around.
They came to Nanshi in great force. There were so many shops, and the shopkeepers were not fools. After a little inquiry, they knew what was going on. It was a normal reaction to destroy the ledgers immediately.
The shopkeeper's surname is Song, Song Sheng. He sells silk cloth. Although he looks honest and honest, what he actually does is not honest at all. As soon as he saw Chu Qing and the others entering other shops, he looked for the account books. The store's ledger was burned.
Chu Qing looked through the roster and found the number. In the background was a chief official of Honglu Temple.
To say that Song Sheng was brave, he wasn't. His legs were trembling and he was sweating like rain.
It can be said that this guy is timid, let alone timid. It is impossible for a timid person to burn the ledger directly.
Just when Tao Shaozhang, who was cooperating in the investigation on behalf of Dali Temple, was at his wits' end, Nangong Ping, who was outside watching the excitement with his head stretched out, ran in.
Giving a salute to Song Sheng, Nangong Ping smiled slightly: "Shopkeeper Song, it's not like you don't know what Qianqi Camp is for. Isn't this looking for punishment? What are you doing by burning the ledger?"
"No, it's not burned, I don't dare to burn it." Song Sheng shook his head and stammered, repeating the same sentence over and over again, "It's not burned, I don't dare to burn it." After that, he actually burned it.
"It's just some money, why bother."
Nangong Ping glanced at Chu Qing, and when he saw that Chu Qing didn't stop him from speaking, he looked at Song Sheng again. This opening directly broke his guard.
"Shopkeeper Song, the fabrics in the store are all sent from Weijiang. They go through the south gate. On the first and fifteenth day of every month, the Song family's caravan arrives here. When passing through the south gate, they will be inspected. After that, we can register and make a book. How many carriages and how many pieces of cloth are all recorded. Just go to Chengmenfang to ask for the records, and then subtract the inventory in your store, and you will know the amount sold during this period."
Song Sheng's pupils shrank, and he quickly waved his hands and said: "Give it away, give it away, give it away to many people."
"Did you give it away?"
Nangong Ping's smile became even stronger: "The Song family's fabrics are popular among the high-ranking officials in the city. They usually sell ready-made clothes. The master who sews the ready-made clothes is called Wang Ming, and there are two apprentices. These three people, every day They are all in the shop. Just ask Qianqiying or the Imperial Guard to find out that your boss is just the head of Honglu Temple. Shopkeeper Song feels that Master Wang Ming is not afraid of Qianqiying, but is afraid of a Honglu Temple. Director of the Lu Temple, you think so."
Song Sheng looked pale and murmured.
Nangong Ping continued: "Look, student, this shop earns at least dozens of guan every day. After the rest of the month, it will be more than 1,000 guan. If Master Chu is displeased, send a subordinate to guard him every day." It is recorded outside, and the true amount has been verified. Don't even think about doing this business. The amount of missed tax is only a few hundred dollars at most. It's better to make up for it happily. Why lose a big thing for a small thing? Shopkeeper Song's is A sensible person, right?”
Song Sheng looked at Chu Qing cautiously: "My lord, just... just let the villain make up the tax amount?"
"What do you think?"
"The villain thought... thought he would lose everything."
