"In the east wing, there are five taels of gold and twelve taels of silver..."

The accountant was recording the items carried out by the policemen. He sang out the quantity of each item and wrote it down on the list.

Zhang Feng listened to the numbers one by one and wandered around, followed by a group of people.

Look at all the gold and silver again.

Zhang Feng finally stopped in front of a wooden box, thinking that Xing the shopkeeper could really do it.

After accumulating money for most of my life, I finally returned it for disaster relief.

But when the policeman passed by the cover carrying a large silver plate filled with gold and silver jewelry.

Zhang Feng saw a pair of beautiful jade bracelets on the plate, so he picked them up and wanted to watch them and get started before putting them in.

It's just that the policeman didn't seem to notice that someone was touching the property. Instead, he didn't stop and continued walking out of the house.

The people around also pretended not to see the county magistrate take the things.

Because this is just a jade bracelet, it is not worth mentioning compared to the county magistrate's achievements in clearing the collection.

'A pair of jade bracelets... where did I just remember...' Mr. Accountant's eyes narrowed even more. He flipped through the account book and flipped through two pages. After finding the previous record, he used a writing brush to write down the 'pair of jade bracelets' written on it.

'The picture is blackened.

At that time, another draft will be made, which will be regarded as a formal archive and handed over to the master.

The master and the accountant exchanged glances, and then looked at Zhang Feng who was playing with the jade bracelet. They also remained silent and pretended not to know.

Including if someone asks them now, 'Did the county magistrate take the jade bracelet?'

They will definitely say, 'Shopkeeper Xing has a jade bracelet at home? Are you slandering the county magistrate?'

Zhang Feng didn't care what they thought, but looked at the jade bracelets and looked at the four old men in front of him who were laughing dryly, "Look, shopkeeper Xing's family fortune is quite rich. Just this pair of bracelets, at least a hundred taels of silver."

?”

"Shopkeeper Xing is in collusion with Mr. Tan!" One of the old men came up to talk to him, looking righteous, "If we, Mr. Zhang, hadn't come here, who knows how many people they would have oppressed!"

"Yes, yes!" The other three old men also hurriedly agreed, "Master Zhang is fair and honest, and he has eliminated a big harm for our Qiguang County!"

"There's no need to say good things." Zhang Feng looked at the tidied room next to him. As he walked, he handed the jade bracelet to the accountant, "Don't go back and forth, just make another one. Remember to write down the bracelet."

.”

Zhang Feng said this, smiled, patted the clerk on the shoulder as he was flattered, and walked into the house.

There is also a small tea table here, and a servant warms up some good tea.

It seems that Li Laocai is very obedient and the reception place is well prepared.

After the master and the four shopkeepers all came in, the servants left.

Zhang Er closed the door outside and stood outside like a bodyguard.

Zhang Feng sat at the front, picked up a cup of tea, smelled the charming fragrance, and said to the four old moneymen: "Is this tea specially prepared by shopkeeper Li?"

"Yes..." Li Laocai hurriedly responded, "When I travel, I often bring some good tea that I have secretly kept. Today I heard that the adults wanted to talk to the villain here... I showed my shame and took it out... I don't know if you like it or not.

like.."

When he said this, he showed a flattering look, "If you like it... I still have a catty and two taels in my carriage, I will go right now..."

"The crimes and mistakes of Shopkeeper Sun and Shopkeeper Xing..." Zhang Feng suddenly looked at Li Laocai, "As well as the matter of arresting the head of Tan and accepting bribes, you must take this as a warning. Don't let me, Zhang Feng, catch you for your mistakes."

"Yes!" Li Laocai felt nervous and hurriedly knelt down to admit his mistake. He didn't expect that the new county magistrate wouldn't even accept a drink of tea.

At the same time, Zhang Feng looked at the fragrant tea, but he didn't taste it. Instead, he looked at the fear of a few people, went straight to the point, and sprinkled them with jelly beans.

"Shopkeeper Xing's family is rich. I remember he owns a rice store. People sometimes go to exchange for rice. This rice store cannot be shut down because of this.

Several restaurants owned by Sun Laocai cannot be closed down. His restaurant still supports many hunters who make a living by hunting, and they have to pay for it. Some of you can think of a way and take over."

"Your Majesty, what you mean is..." The moment the four wealthy men heard the meaning of Zhang Feng's words, they were frightened and happy at the same time, feeling that they could expand their power and make more money!

But he also gave them such a big cake, and then acted with the ruthlessness of the new county magistrate.

In the end, fear took over their hearts, and then they prostrated in fear and said: "Don't worry, sir!"

After paying homage, Li Laocai and the other three people quietly looked at each other and made a heart-wrenching promise: "Sir, every year we will draw two yuan from the gross profit..."

As he said this, he looked at Zhang Feng who was picking the tea leaves with the tea lid, and his fingers moved from two to five.

"Fifty percent! The villain takes 50% of the gross profit and turns it over to the county government treasury! When there is a disaster, the villain will definitely do his best to serve the adults! As long as the villain can do anything, the adults can just give the villain orders!"

"It's the same for me too!" The other old men promised one after another.

"A few of you are talking about disaster relief." Zhang Feng tilted his head and looked at the master standing next to him, "Every year, after the people pay taxes and feed their families, do they still have a surplus of food at home?"

"Surplus grain..." Master closed his eyes and thought for a few breaths before replying: "Sometimes the harvest is not good...it needs help from the court..."

When the master said this, he looked at the four old men kneeling on the ground. Although he didn't want to speak for them, he still asked for help: "Sometimes when the disaster is serious, the shopkeepers in our county will also use their own money to help other counties.

..”

After the master finished speaking, he always felt that these words sounded like compliments and pleas for them, so he didn't want to say them.

It's like being with them.

But the facts are facts. When Master talks about business and people's livelihood, no matter how much he annoys them, he doesn't have any personal feelings at all.

"These shopkeepers have done some good deeds." Zhang Feng smiled when he heard that these shopkeepers had done some good deeds. At this time, he picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and said to the four people who were following him: "The tea is good.

When it's time to leave, hand it over to Zhang Er."

"Thank you, Sir!" When the four old men saw Zhang Feng accepting the gift, they felt relaxed and happy again.

Li Laocai even looked gratefully at the master who spoke for them.

"Humph..." The master snorted softly and looked away, not wanting to pay attention to them.

But Zhang Feng's next words raised everyone's newly relaxed mood.

"I have heard a long time ago that there is a mountain temple in Dongshan." Zhang Feng held the tea cup, leaned on the chair and looked at the crowd, "Is there a mountain god in this temple?"

‘Mountain God?!’ When everyone heard the county magistrate calling the mountain god casually, they staggered in fright!

You must know that there are real cultivation sects in this world, and there are semi-immortals who can walk in the air. This is no joke!

Maybe there really are "celestial gods!" in the sky, always watching whether they are pious or not.

Calling the mountain god at will is a big deal!

But when Zhang Feng said something, everyone was completely shocked.

“Can the temple be demolished?”

"Demolish it?!" Li Laocai turned pale with fright.

"Sir..Sir.." The other three old men were not having a good time either. They knelt down and spoke again, giving various reasons why they did not dare to dismantle it.

"You can't do it, you can't do it!" When the master heard this, he didn't want to be angry with the old rich men, so they hurriedly persuaded Zhang Feng,

"Sir! This is a statue that has been worshiped by villages in Qiguang County for hundreds of years! It cannot be dismantled or moved! If the gods are angry, it will be a big disaster for Qiguang County!"

"Yes!" The four old men nodded one after another, hoping that the master would persuade this courageous magistrate.

Don't expect them to be punished by the gods as soon as they take over the territory.

Zhang Feng saw their frightened looks, but thought about it and asked, "Since it can't be demolished, should we offer incense to this immortal every year for the past hundred years?"

The master said truthfully: "To worship... Every winter, in the early spring, people will kneel down at the foot of the mountain to pray, send incense, and make wishes for a good harvest next year."

"As long as incense and prayer are not enough, we must show sincerity." Zhang Feng asked again, "Do you repair the temple every year?"

The master replied: "Every year, we take the county's tax revenue and the rest and ask the immortals to repair it... Even if the people are starving for the winter, they will devoutly send incense to the mountain gods... for a good harvest in the coming year..."

"Our county has enough sincerity." Zhang Feng used a tea lid to stir the tea, "Have there been floods in this county in the past hundred years?"

"This..." Master paused for two breaths, but still said truthfully: "There is... recorded in the warehouse documents, there were two times in a hundred years... that the big demon fought with people... and diverted the water of the long river... tens of thousands of people were killed and injured.

.Thousand households..."

Zhang Feng put down his teacup, "Is there a drought? No harvest?"

The master whispered again, "Three times..."

Zhang Feng looked at him, "Is there an earthquake disaster?"

Everyone was silent.

"Yeah." Zhang Feng nodded,

"Then what's the use of this god?
Chapter completed!