The low and narrow Asimen suppressed Qin Jie's arrogance.
Qin Jie walked through it angrily, secretly thinking that the King of Jin was not a good man. He came here at this moment to represent the investigation. How could he be allowed to go through the side door? No matter what, the door should be opened to welcome him.
That's it.
It's just this kind of indignation that he doesn't dare to show anyway.
The deeper he went into the palace, the more depressing he felt, as if he were overwhelmed by a mountain. Even the ground was extremely clean, with not even a fallen leaf on it.
The road to Lucang is long and wide, specially built for the Taiping Car. The walls on both sides are high and built with bricks and stones. They are simple and thick, covering up the flying eaves and glazed tiles.
hid the prying eyes of outsiders.
Every ten steps, there is a lamppost made of hollowed-out white stone, with candles as thick as a baby's wrist placed inside. After nightfall, these candles are lit one by one, illuminating this place into a long street.
The chamberlains who were going back and forth to get things were holding their breath and concentrating, and their footsteps were almost silent. When they saw Qin Jie and his group, they bowed politely, then turned their backs to avoid them, and waited until they all walked past before getting up.
The majestic palace, clean roads, and silent and steady chamberlains formed a new, majestic and cold King Jin in the hearts of Qin Jie and others.
Everyone was so angry that they didn't dare to breathe, let alone speak. They didn't breathe a sigh of relief until they reached Lucang.
The Lucang of King Jin was not so majestic as to be frightening. Like the warehouses in the magistrate's and transshipment department's yamen, the doors and windows were closed, no ventilation, no light, and it was three steps above the ground.
There is a row of warehouses, from left to right there are seven warehouses including silver warehouse, rice warehouse, cloth warehouse, and medicine warehouse. Each warehouse has an account book, which is divided into categories and handed over to the recording office to join the army.
There was a sign in front of each warehouse, and two guards and a chamberlain stood in front of each door. They were respectful and reasonable, but also very tough. Qin Jie and others knew at a glance that they could not be ordered to do anything.
"Where are you joining the army in the recording office?" Qin Jie asked with his hands in his sleeves.
Xie Zhou stood in front of the silver warehouse door and took a step forward to answer: "The official is here."
Qin Jie looked at him and saw that he was very young and looked a bit like a pretty boy, so he felt unhappy.
He himself has a silver face, mung bean eyes, a flat nose, and a toad's mouth. Whenever he sees a person with a flat head and a straight face, he doesn't like it, and wishes that everyone in the world would grow up to be a toad like him.
Withdrawing his scrutinizing gaze, he pointed to the warehouse: "Bring me the account book and open the silver warehouse."
Xie Zhou handed the account book to Qin Jie, and the chamberlain guarding the silver warehouse took the key. The brass key was inserted into the padlock. King Jin's house suddenly lit up in the bright light like a little girl who had not had time to dress up.
Mutually.
Shabby—that’s everyone’s first reaction.
In the huge silver warehouse, there were only ten camphor wood boxes stacked in the corner. The rest of the place was empty, and the sound of the padlock being opened could echo from inside.
Zhu Guangli took one look and felt the shabby state of King Jin, because the silver warehouse in his yamen also experienced such an embarrassing scene just yesterday.
At the same time, he looked back at the government servants he had brought with him, thinking that King Jin was really making a fuss out of a molehill. How could so many people use just a few boxes of silver.
His wife even had more money than this at the bottom of the box.
Qin Jie couldn't believe it. He walked in with the account book and looked around, trying to see more money.
"only these?"
Xie Zhou followed him and said with a smile: "Yes, it's just that much. The palace's expenses are huge."
"A lot of expenses?" Qin Jie couldn't believe it. Considering the money and salary of a prince, even if the prince of Jin was as prodigal as Zhang Xutang, it would be more than enough.
What's more, the people in the Jin Palace are not prosperous. He is the only master in this huge palace, and he only loves hunting and farming. Besides, where is the money spent on renovating his palace?
Qin Jie looked at Xie Zhou and couldn't help but ask: "I wonder what kind of expenditure can empty out a prince's palace, or is it that the King of Jin is not strict and allows the people below to empty out the palace?"
"Where," Xie Zhou replied calmly, "Qin Xianggong just looks at the account books to check the money. After all, how the prince spends his money is his private matter."
He stretched out his hand to open the account book for Qin Xianggong, touched it lightly, and motioned Qin Jie to take a look.
Qin Jie lowered his head with displeasure and saw the expenses of Bao Oiran clearly written on it.
He closed the account book with a "snap" and closed his eyes as if he had been defiled: "How unbecoming! It's indecent!"
Xie Zhou took the account book with a smile and whispered in his ear: "Qin Xianggong, if you want to have sex, go to the best one. The prince is a talented person and is among the best among men. The courtesan is also proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. She is beautiful, gentle and elegant."
!Daya!"
Qin Jie felt that Xie Zhou was insinuating that he described being ugly, but he couldn't grasp the reason behind his words. He could only snort coldly and give the order: "Check the money!"
The two bank stewards hurriedly came forward with the silver cards and silver-eating tigers. Originally, they thought they were going to test a mountain of silver and a sea of silver today, so they were fully prepared and even brought ten of them.
Unexpectedly, the dignified Prince Jin's Mansion turned out to be such a small scene, and the manager of the Silver Building felt that he was overqualified for his talents.
The servants and guards entered the silver warehouse together with the people in the bank. They counted the money first, and then the people in the bank checked the silver.
The money was very shabby and the job was half done.
Xie Zhou ordered people to bring in two sets of tables and chairs and brew a few cups of strong tea that was as strong as Coptis chinensis to prevent everyone from getting too bored and dozing off.
Zhu Guangli picked up the tea cup and took a big sip, wondering if the fact that he fell asleep during the silver inspection had already spread to everyone?
He couldn't help but feel guilty, and silently took another sip.
Zhang Yanei was lying on the recliner, looking at the tea and snacks in front of him calmly.
It wasn't until everyone drank tea boredly that he coughed and looked at Qin Jie: "Mr. Qin, there is a ghost in the palace, have you heard about it?"
"Oh? Is there such a thing?" Qin Jie put down the tea cup, "It's interesting. Yameni might as well talk about it in detail."
Everyone else also looked at Zhang Xutang with expressions on their faces that wanted to hear anecdotes.
Zhang Xutang smiled and said: "There is a lot of excitement in Tanzhou City, saying that several young ladies came to visit and saw a ghost in a garden called Jinyuan in the palace. The ghost can count coins. I heard that there are still
The monk entered the palace to catch ghosts..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly found Xie Zhou staring at him dumbfounded, as if he had just discovered his existence.
He frowned and asked, "Why is Xie Canjun looking at me like that?"
Xie Zhou kept his expression of surprise: "I didn't expect that Zhang Yanei is still alive and no one wants to take revenge on you? It seems that the saying that it will bring harm to the legacy for thousands of years is true."
Before Zhang Xutang could speak, he immediately made a look of realization: "I know, Yanei's hands and legs are all caused by revenge."
Zhang Xutang's face suddenly turned ugly, his hands and feet were stiff, and he wanted to sew Xie Zhou's mouth shut.
He sneered: "Then tell me who I offended? Who did it to my legs and hands? Prefect Zhu happens to be here, please give me justice."