At this time, the door of the empress's palace slowly opened, and the emperor walked out with a heavy expression, followed by Po Meng, who looked particularly solemn.
"Everyone, please go to Houtu Palace to talk."
Houtu Palace is the front hall of the empress. As the emperor said this, he led everyone over.
Naturally, Ding Xiaoyi followed obediently, keeping his head down all the way, for fear of being seen by Po Meng.
However, Po Meng looked very worried, but she was indifferent to Ding Xiaoyi who was hiding behind.
Only when everyone came to the main hall and stood on both sides of the hall, and the emperor sat on the phoenix chair that was supposed to be the empress, did everyone bend down and worship the emperor.
"The continuous collapse of the underworld will inevitably harm the emperor's luck. From today on, the emperor's palace will be moved to Youshan. No one is allowed to enter Youshan to disturb you. Anyone who disobeys the order..."
The emperor had a cold face, his eyes glanced around, and his voice was bone-chillingly cold: "Kill without mercy!"
Everyone was shocked and obeyed the order one after another.
No one dares to question the emperor's order, not to mention that not long ago, 30,000 hussars came out of the deep land. Although they have not really recovered, the overwhelming fighting spirit alone shows that the power accumulated by the emperor in these years is no worse than that of back then.
How many.
"Mother Meng, please pack up and go to Youshan with your empress."
Po Meng nodded numbly: "I'll go back and pack some things first."
"No need, Youshan is not short of everything. If there is really something missing, someone will naturally help you get it."
The emperor said, his eyes scanning Po Meng's face: "It's not too late, let's leave as soon as possible."
"I will obey the Emperor's decree."
At this time, Po Meng did not dare to say another word, and quickly ordered her to leave. When she was leaving the hall, she saw Ding Xiaoyi standing at the door of the hall.
After hesitating for a moment, he still said to Ding Xiaoyi: "Boy, during this period of my absence, Ronger will be entrusted to you. If you dare to let her down, huh, I will never forgive you."
After saying this, he turned around and walked out of the hall without even giving Ding Xiaoyi a chance to be polite.
Liao Qiu nudged him with his elbow and said with a low voice and a bad smile: "Okay, no one can stop you from now on."
Ding Xiaoyi rolled his eyes at Liao Qiu. If Yu Niang heard these words, he would have to peel off his own skin.
However, he was very strange in his heart. Since he was taking care of his empress, why didn't Po Meng just take Chai Rong with her? Then he would have no chance at all, and Po Meng could stop Chai Rong from seeing him with peace of mind.
Why not only did she not take Chai Rong with her, but she also felt like she was entrusted to him.
In doubt, the emperor continued to issue new orders.
Just like the information given by Song Xingxue, the emperor decided to open the abandoned ancient road deep in the underworld and rebuild the dock.
As soon as the news came out, except for a few people who had already known the news in advance, everyone else was shocked.
"Your Majesty, you can't. There are so many dangerous creatures and evil spirits hiding under the underworld. Once the ancient road is opened, the world will be doomed to be a catastrophe."
The kings of hell from the Ten Palaces all came forward one after another, and even Pangpang came out symbolically to express his opposition.
After all, the matter was so big that it would be unjustifiable for him not to object.
But the emperor was not discussing with everyone at all, he rejected them directly.
"Your Majesty, the ferry pier has been destroyed a long time ago. Now it is being rebuilt, but on the original site?"
Zongji stepped forward and asked.
Ding Xiaoyi's heart skipped a beat and he looked at the old guy Zongjie. Wasn't this intentional? If he rebuilt on the original site, wouldn't his old nest be gone?
"I think the original site is the best." Ancestor Xuehe's eyes lit up and he stepped forward and agreed:
"Firstly, the location of the ferry pier is the best. Secondly, it is not difficult to rebuild. I just heard that someone took the abandoned pier as their own privately. I don't know..."
The ancestor of Blood River looked sideways at Ding Xiaoyi and others, thinking, you guys are plundering my sea of blood, and today I will destroy your den of thieves.
However, Zongji frowned when he heard this and retreated silently to the crowd, obviously indicating that this had nothing to do with what he mentioned.
This move made Xue He feel a little unhappy. He was helping him, but why did this guy actually retreat?
"Just stay at the original location."
The emperor didn't wait for him to continue speaking and nodded in agreement. Ding Xiaoyi's heart sank when he heard the emperor continue: "It's just that the location needs to be changed. The original location is bumpy and full of debris. Just let the Ministry of Industry rebuild it next to the original site.
."
Hearing this, Ding Xiaoyi felt relieved immediately, this feeling is so good.
Not only has he saved his old home, but when the dock is built, won't his farmhouse business be able to get on the right track?
Thinking of this, he looked at the emperor, thinking that after all, the emperor was still reliable.
The ancestor of Blood River did not expect that the emperor would play this trick, and his face was suddenly confused. How can he teach the original place after changing the place? Isn't this a clear show of favoritism?
But when he raised his head to take a look, he was startled by the emperor's cold eyes. The scene of being taught a lesson by the emperor reappeared in his mind, and he quickly lowered his head, not daring to talk nonsense.
However, before the ancestor of Xuehe retreated into the crowd, the emperor sneered and said: "Xuehe, someone recently filed a lawsuit against you, saying that you drank in the City of Fusi without paying for it?"
"Ah? No, I..." Ancestor Xuehe was startled, wondering how the Emperor would mention such a trivial matter.
But the emperor had no intention of listening to his excuse, and said with a straight face: "The majestic Lord of the Blood Sea, you are drunk and dreaming every day, thinking about anything. Since you want to open the ancient road, I will punish you to guard it for three hundred years, and think about your past."
"ah??"
Ancestor Xuehe was dumbfounded. He was looking for trouble with Ding Xiaoyi and the others. Why didn't he hit the fox, but instead caused trouble all over his body?
When facing the bad old man and others on the side, the corners of their mouths could not help but raise, and they couldn't help laughing wildly in their hearts.
He didn't seem to be surprised by this result at all, thinking that Xue He might have become confused because of his drinking over the years.
Blood River, why are you bringing this up?
Don’t you know that the land was exported by the Great Emperor? You slapped the Emperor in the face by proposing it.
Even if I don't punish you to go to the Eighteen Hells with you, it's considered an extra mercy from the Emperor.
Zongji stood aside, looking at his pig teammate with disgust on his face.
Originally, what he meant was that if the dock was to be rebuilt, even on the original site, a tax officer would need to be dispatched.
He originally wanted to take the opportunity to push Song Xingxue up, and then he and Ding Xiaoyi would be able to restrain each other.
Unexpectedly, this pig teammate who didn't understand anything about the situation interfered and poured dirty water on the emperor's head. He deserved to be the gatekeeper for three hundred years.
"Your Majesty, since the ancient roads have been restored and the wharves have been rebuilt, I suggest that we send a tax collector to resume taxation and subsidize the salary owed by Yama of the Tenth Palace over the years."
The bad old man seized the opportunity and made the first suggestion.
"That's right!" After saying that, he turned away from everyone and finally looked at Liao Qiu: "Let Liao Qiu handle this matter. You are required to rebuild the pier within one year and pay off the bad debts of Shidian over the years within three years."
When Liao Qiu heard the previous words, she almost fell to the ground with excitement and shouted long live. But when she heard the next words, she burst into tears on the spot.
It is not difficult to rebuild the pier in one year. If you spend your own money, the Ministry of Housing and Urban-Rural Development can complete the project in less than a month.
But to pay off the bad debts of the Tenth Palace of Yama in three years, doesn’t it mean that you have to pay for it yourself?
How much money has the Tenth Palace of Yama owed over the years? It is said that until now when Niutou Mamian joined the company, he has never seen the so-called salary.
Every month, an entry is made in the account book as usual, even if it is owed.
You must know that the Yama Hall is not just an ox-headed and horse-faced one, with three thousand brats up and down. That one doesn't just open its mouth to ask for money and stretch out its hand for food.
I estimate that I may not be able to fill even half of my family's wealth.
Therefore, paying off this bad debt in three years is clearly the pace at which the emperor wants to pay for himself.
For a moment, Patriarch Xuehe and Emperor Yaoji suddenly felt much more balanced, with sneers on their faces. With this amount of money, the God of Wealth would become a poor ghost.
Even if Liao Qiu is not happy, he can only accept the job now.
After the emperor finished explaining, he hurriedly got up and left.
Only the people in the hall were left whispering to each other.
"congratulations……"
The kings of Yama from the Tenth Palace came forward to congratulate Liao Qiu. Although he was only a tax official, he was also an upright Yin official.
This was something Liao Qiu had only dreamed of before.
Now that his wish has finally come true, Liao Qiu can't laugh at all.
As for the Tenth Hall of Hell and the others, they were all laughing so hard that they almost asked Liao Qiu when he planned to settle the thousand-year-old bad debts of the Hell of Hell.
"Hey, why bother, just to compete for this position?"
Pangpang held his hands in his arms and observed three minutes of silence for Liao Qiu.
The bad old man disagreed: "You can make more money after spending it, but some positions must not be lost."
In fact, if he had not mentioned the bad debt of the Ten Palaces of Yama, the emperor would not have given this position to Liao Qiu. Since he raised it himself, it was a certainty that Liao Qiu would pay for it.
This is the tacit understanding between monarch and ministers.
Otherwise, why should they shut up? Even if they are asked to send people to take over, they would not dare to pick up this hot potato.
Unless they can come up with enough money to pay for the thousand-year bad debt of Yama Palace.
But look at these two poor guys, Gongjie and Xuehe, they can't even find a few cents out of their trouser pockets. They are so poor that they can take out the money. I'm afraid they will be dragged to Yihongyuan.
It's not enough to sell your butt.
On the other side, the empress's carriage was ready, and Po Meng stood outside the carriage, waiting quietly, with a look of helplessness on her face.
Occasionally, she saw people coming out of the Houtu Palace in the distance, still discussing the emperor's new policy. Po Meng couldn't help but sigh and thought to herself: "A bunch of sticks!"
"lets go."
The emperor's voice came from the carriage at this time. Even if Meng Po felt a hundred reluctances in her heart, she could only follow the carriage and move forward slowly.
The carriage rose slowly and was stable, but you could still feel a little bump inside the carriage.
Suddenly, there was only a slight sound of vomiting coming from the carriage.
It's just that the sound was too low, and it was almost impossible to hear it from outside the carriage. No one realized the seriousness of the matter until the carriage left the city of Fusi.
Ding Xiaoyi walked out of the hall, looked at the carriage going away, and suddenly slapped his head: "It's nothing to do with me, why am I here?"
He said that there was something wrong with the mother's health, so he came in such a hurry that he didn't even see her fingers.
The emperor announced some policies, but these policies had little to do with him, and could even be said to be good news.
After all, my farmhouse is right next to the pier, so I won’t be able to make a lot of money by then.
In addition, there is good news. Naturally, I no longer have to worry about Po Meng seeking revenge from me.
He was full of optimism.
Liao Qiu on the side looked sad. Pangpang patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "One gain and one loss is the cycle of nature. If you have money, don't be an official. If you have power, don't want money. Just be open-minded."
"only……"
Tu Tu frowned. She didn't care about money. After all, this tax official didn't have a big official position, but the ghost emperors from all five directions had to allocate a group of people to him.
And a part of the authority must be assigned to him, which can be regarded as a position of real authority.
"It's just that you don't think that what happened today is a bit..." Tutu couldn't tell what was wrong.
But a woman's natural instinct told her that they didn't seem to find the key point in today's matter.
"hiss……"
When Pangpang heard what she said, he really felt something was wrong: "It's a bit louder than thunder, but light raindrops. Shouldn't the focus be on the empress??"
As soon as Pangpang finished speaking, everyone looked at each other and suddenly felt that there was a smell of conspiracy in the air.
But by the time they realized something was wrong, the carriage had long disappeared.
At this time, even if they were brave enough to follow them, they would not dare to catch up and see what happened.
I can only leave the city of Fu Shi with full of doubts.
Time flies.
Three years have passed in the blink of an eye.
In the past three years, Ding Xiaoyi has lived a very practical life. During the day, she played outside with her children, and at night, she stayed in her new house, accompanied her children to see the underworld, and tasted Chen Lao's delicacies.
Just like ordinary people living their lives, quiet, comfortable, and even feeling a little wasted.
But Ding Xiaoyi enjoys this very much. At least watching the little guy Ding Peng grow up little by little, the sense of accomplishment is naturally an irreplaceable pride.
"Xiao Yi!"
There was a loud roar outside the door, and Liao Qiu was seen standing outside in a black robe and shouting.
After he took the door post, Liao Qiu hurriedly ran into the house, took off his robe and shouted: "Quick, give me a bowl of warm soup. In this damn weather, the devil is almost freezing into ice pimples."
After saying that, he sat by the stove, rubbed his hands and feet, and when his head shook, he saw that a few ice shards actually shook out from his hair.
Ever since the old man reopened the back door deep in the underworld.
The Netherworld, which has always been eternal, actually has climate changes, but it is not as warm as spring and flowers bloom in the real world.
Instead, there are four seasons: drought, rain, wind, and winter.
The four stages cycle repeatedly. Now that the wind season has just passed and winter is about to enter, a thick layer of ice slag has grown even beside Huangquan.
Liao Qiu has lost a lot of weight during this period, but he seems more energetic.
Wearing a robe, but with a sword hanging on his waist, even his brows looked a little more majestic.
After receiving the hot soup from Mr. Chen, Liao Qiu happily took a sip. The soup was made from beef stick bones.
Fat and sweet, with a little salt and pepper, the taste is even richer, and sprinkled with a layer of chopped green onion and coriander. In this season that can freeze all ghosts, a bowl of hot soup in the stomach, not to mention how comfortable it is.
Liao Qiu said while drinking: "I have been very busy with official duties recently. I have to customize a new Chiki boat, manage the company, and collect taxes. I am almost dizzy."
Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "But I think your official position is quite satisfying."
"That's right, that's true. After all...it costs money!"
Speaking of this, Liao Qiu felt a twinge of pain. Thousands of years of bad debts had turned him from the God of Wealth into the God of Poverty. If it weren't for the hundreds of millions of savings behind him, he would have been a nobody for ten generations. Once he returned,
before liberation.
"Hey, where is Xiao Dingpeng?"
At this time, Liao Qiu suddenly noticed that the brat Ding Peng who should have pounced on him and pulled his hair long ago was missing, and couldn't help but ask.
Speaking of this matter, Ding Xiaoyi took a deep breath: "He is sent to kindergarten. I hope this kid can spend some time at Beimang College!"
However, he didn't know that at this moment, Beimang College was almost in a state of chaos because of Ding Peng's arrival.