After leaving the teahouse, Zhu Yunqiu did not return to the palace immediately, but took a carriage to the outside of the city and walked along the waterway pier.

Compared with the inner city of the capital, the outer city has a more human flavor.

It was dark early in winter, and the workers at the dock were in charge of business, boatmen, fishermen and other people, and ended their day's work in groups of three or two.

Some went to the street to buy some braised food and went to give their children a tooth sacrifice, some stood outside the cloth shop to figure out if they had enough money to pull a canvas for their wife. Some went to the tavern in groups to drink, and some people crawled into the alley with scattered eyes.

The bustling and noisy were the noise. Whether it was Liba who was working on a coolie on the dock, the honest and smart coachman, or the small vendor who was doing business, they were the half-covered figures in the long alleys, and every face was vivid.

Everyone seems to be repeating the monotonous life of the past, but on every day, they never repeat what they do.

Zhu Yunxiu's carriage walked around the outer city and then returned to the inner city.

Returning to the inner city is Tongji Gate, which is the second gate of Yingtianfu City, second only to Zhengyang Gate. There are three walls inside, four gate walls, and two sidewalks of Shangma Road. It guards the boundary between the Qinhuai and Huai in the inner and outer areas. The gate faces the northeast to the imperial city, and to the southwest to the inner city’s bustling commercial street, which is the throat of Yingtianfu.

When approaching the city gate, Zhu Yunyu picked up the curtain of the carriage and looked at the magnificent and thick city walls as undulating as mountains in the midst of the crowds of people in the city.

Yingtian Mansion started to build the city wall from the time the old man occupied this place, and it was built until the 26th year of Hongwu. It took twenty-eight years to call 280,000 civilians and 350 million bricks and stones in the city.

The Qinhuai River outside is a natural moat, with Zhongshan to the east and Houhu Lake to the north as a barrier, and Sina Stone City enters the city.

Looking at all dynasties, it is hard to see the mighty city.

Looking at the city gate tower, the three words "Tongji Gate" were huge, and Zhu Yunxiu was really moved for a moment.

No matter how majestic the city is, how can there be a strong city in the world that cannot be defeated?

Just like this Tongji Gate, the Qing army originally attacked Yingtian Prefecture in time and space. Emperor Hongguang of the Southern Ming left behind the civil and military ministers and his guards to escape from Tongji Gate. After being captured by the Qing army, he was escorted into the city from Tongji Gate.

In another Chinese catastrophe battle, Yingtian Mansion, which is unparalleled in the world, became a hell on earth.

When building a city, the city can be protected for a while, but not for a lifetime.

But many people believe that as long as the walls are high and the pool is deep, you can rest assured. However, they do not know that the city walls cannot block the enemy, but they can block their own vision.

Zhu Yunxiu thought to himself, "There can be a city wall in the world, but there can be no city wall in the heart. Build a city wall to comfort the people, and not only do you praise yourself and face the world!"

The more I reached the city gate, the more people there were, almost crowded with people, and they were crowded with their shoulders, so crowded that it was almost impossible to move forward.

"Master, there are many people here. Do you want to go and tell me at the city gate and tell me the way out for you!" Deng Ping whispered outside the carriage.

Zhu Yunxi smiled, "No need, line up, don't rush for this moment."

Then, under the guidance of the soldiers, his carriage was included in the traffic flow and prepared to take turns to be inspected by the soldiers.

"I've heard it all. If there are any entrained items on each carriage, please tell me quickly, don't let me search it."

"Tax Division's tax invoices and goods' certificates of deposit are all prepared!"

"If other provinces enter Beijing, the household registration will be taken in your hands!"

The tax officials at the gate of the city shouted in sweat among the crowd.

These taxes are directly under the jurisdiction of Yingtianfu, and the city gate taxes for passers-by are collected. Typically, the tax is small and the power is large. However, the tax is only for medium and large caravans, and for small businessmen entering the city, it is not a penny.

There are various tax forms posted on the notice board at the gate of the city, and all the taxes to be paid are clearly and easy to understand.

"This tax official, we are not goods, but specialties brought from Yunnan?"

Suddenly, Zhu Yunxiu in the carriage heard a familiar voice.

When I lifted the curtain and looked over, I saw a man wearing a brimming riding suit and riding a horse loudly defending the tax officer at the gate of the city.

"When we went back to Beijing to visit relatives, the car was loaded with gifts for relatives and friends, and it was not valuable. This is the tax quotation quote from the Yunnan Provincial Administration, and it is clearly written on it!"

"Visiting relatives?" The tax officer wore eighth-rank clothing and took a few tax officials to check back and forth on several carriages where the man was accompanied by, sneering, "You have a northern accent, where can you come to Beijing to visit?"

As he said that, he sneered, "Things are worthless? Haha, Xuanwei ham, more than a dozen pockets of dried mushrooms, and this whole cart of Pu'er tea cakes. Are you a fool to be a official?"

The man jumped off the horse and bowed, "I'm going to tell you, I really brought it back to my relatives!" As he said, he raised the bill in his hand and said, "Besides, isn't it written on it? You can't see the four big words "non-stock and no taxes"?"

He seemed to be defending, but in fact he was quite impatient and had a bit of condescending scent.

How can the tax officials bear this attitude?

He waved his hand suddenly, "Come here, detain the car. Is it a good product? After I repay the lord, I will decide!"

"Hey, you can't do this?"

"Why? We need to use force?"

After a shout, dozens of soldiers rushed over, and the atmosphere became tense for a moment.

"Master, that person seems to be Zhang Wenbi?" Deng Ping whispered.

"It's really him!" Zhu Yunxi smiled, "The day before yesterday said that he protected Zhang Rujing, only two days away from the capital. He didn't expect to meet him at the city gate today."

"Why didn't he go to Zhengyangmen or dressed in casual clothes?"

Speaking of this, Zhu Yunxiu smiled again, "These tax collectors in the capital are the most difficult. If he doesn't show his official status, he will probably be troubled!"

As the saying goes, the King of Hell is sad and difficult to deal with. These tax soldiers and soldiers know how to control people best. It would be fine if they say good words, but they had to stubbornly talk to them, for fear that they would have to give birth to a stomachache in the end.

When a small person has power, it is always like this, and no one has ever been able to do this throughout history.

Moreover, when a small person has power, he is always more willing to exercise power than a real person with power, and he is not allowed to question it. As if others question it, it seems to be an insult to them.

It's like...

Suddenly, Zhu Yunxiu spoke again, "Is Zhang Xun right in the carriage accompanying him?" As he said, he looked at Deng Ping, "What are you still standing there?"

Deng Ping was stunned, "Master?"

"Tsk!" Zhu Yunxi smiled bitterly, "You can't go over and help save the situation. Are you waiting to see Zhang Wenbi's joke?"

At this time, Deng Ping suddenly realized and quickly led his people over.

Looking at his back, Zhu Yunxiu shook his head. Deng Ping lacked some spirituality. If Li Jinglong was here, he would not have to give any instructions to these things.

~~~

"What a courage, do you know..."

"Zhang Wenbi!"

When Zhang Fu saw the tax officials moving the carriage that he was accompanying, he was about to get angry when he suddenly heard someone shouting in the distance.

Turning back to see, he said happily, "Taiping Slave!"

He was the guard of the Eastern Palace back then, and Deng Ping was the lowest-level guard of the foreign rank. However, because Deng Ping was a noble son and the brother-in-law of Duke Cao, the then commander of the guards, the two were familiar with each other.

Deng Ping rushed over and saw that those taxi Ding were about to have a conflict with Zhang Fu's people. The taxi Dings were all old men, and although Zhang Fu's men were dressed in casual clothes, they were all murderous intent. If they really started, dozens of taxi Dings could not stand it.

"Stop!" Deng Ping shouted, walked to the tax officer and threw out his waist card, "Your dog eyes are blind!"

The tax officer caught it in a daze, and saw a few big characters on the brass waist sign, and the guards in the imperial city were sweating in an instant.

But subconsciously, he was still stubborn, "I... I am a official official!"

"Shut up!" Deng Ping scolded, "What's the noisy look like? Since there is a ticket, why not let it go?" As he said, he said with a brow, "Look at what kind of birds are blocked at the city gate? Let it go quickly. If there is any trick, go to the imperial city to find me!"

"You are..." asked the tax officer.

"You're blind!" Deng Ping pointed at the waist card, "Look at the back!"

The tax officer turned over and there was another line of big characters.

The head of the inner guard, the cavalry commander, the Yiwei Zheng, and Deng.

In an instant, the tax officer knew that he had kicked the iron plate.
Chapter completed!