Chapter 126: Ready to go

Mo Qinghe said in surprise: "The imperial envoy drank the emperor when he was in Beijing? Ah! Yes, Lord Yang is a capable minister in front of the emperor, so he naturally has the opportunity to taste the best tribute tea, hahaha." He said, smiling and waved his hand. The tea picker and the tea supervisor of the Lion Peak, both retreated.

Zheng Baihu looked at Yang Ling hesitantly. Yang Ling didn't believe that Mo Qinghe would dare to openly detriment to himself because of this matter. Moreover, the people he brought were all very skilled in martial arts and much more people than those in Mo Tax Supervisory. He waved his hand casually and ordered Zheng Baihu to take people out.

Mo Qinghe picked up a cup of tea, slowly blew the already rising camellia, sipped the fragrant tea, and then smiled and said, "Being humble in this tea is actually better than the best Emperor's Swords that pay tribute. No wonder the adults became suspicious after being wise. But this is not a secret. Most people in the industry know about this."

"Oh?" Yang Ling turned the teacup gently and said suspiciously: "Quancha, shouldn't tribute tea be the best? Why is the Emperor's staked in the Longjing West Lake worshipped by Danei not as good as the tea you intercepted?"

Mo Qinghe laughed and said, "Adults don't know that only the nearby mountains produce authentic and excellent tea. The best tea leaves are greatly affected by the climate. Even if the weather is good and the climate is suitable this year, it can produce some excellent teas. The taste will be greatly affected when there is a continuous rain during long-distance transportation.

Therefore, in order to ensure that the tea the emperor drinks has a stable taste and the same quality, the tea that is paid tribute does not seek the best, but only the most stable. Otherwise, the emperor will taste different this year. If the tea tastes slightly different next year, he thinks that the work below is not good, and if he pursues it, he will chop all the people in the tea garden and will not be able to produce new tea.

This is not because the people below disrespect the emperor. There is really no way. People in Beijing occasionally taste the difference between these two kinds of teas, and they only say that the tea that has just been picked on the spot tastes delicious and will never be suspicious. Humiliation is very much admiring to Lord Yang, so he dare not hide it. Of course... Master Yang has long heard of the reputation of sympathizing with the people, so he can't bear to hide it."

Yang Ling was stunned when he heard this. He only said that Mo Qinghe was hiding good tea for personal profit. Unexpectedly, there was such a reason. Mo Qinghe smiled bitterly and said, "Sir, we who are serving below are showing off our power with the status of the emperor, and everyone feels extremely powerful. Who knows that we have worked hard to do so.

But there is no way. Apart from not daring to tribute tea with varying quality and quality affected by the weather, we dare not hide our own private parts. We are all given to the capital by the silver for sale in these excellent teas. Of course... we also have to take out some of them to the Shangguan in the capital. The Prince of the Silis and the several leaders. I have to respect ten kilograms of good tea every year. Now, the humble subordinates are under the jurisdiction of the adults. The humble subordinates tell us frankly, and I hope the adults will understand the feelings and understand the difficulties of us servants."

Yang Ling smiled bitterly when he heard this. He thought that a case of deceiving the king in heaven and earth was actually a conventional rule in the officialdom: Any tribute that cannot be guaranteed to ensure quality, quantity and supply is better than to pay tribute to the great people, so as not to be furious and not be beautiful.

However, Mo Qinghe's confession made him feel good. Whether Mo Qinghe showed sincerity or was open-minded, it at least showed that he really wanted to move closer to himself. Yang Ling laughed and raised his glass to Mo Qinghe and said in a distance: "Thank you, Lord Mo, for telling me frankly. I'm sorry, Yang is on duty in front of you. Of course, he knows your sufferings. Now that he knows the clues, he will naturally not be surprised."

After hearing the situation reported by Liu Biao, Yang Ling decided to use the tariff supervision guard Yuan Xiong to establish his authority. However, Mo Qinghe's tribute tea was in his heart and he had always been a heart-wrenching problem. Now he knew the details. He was extremely happy in his heart. The two of them were tasting tea and talking. Their relationships became much warmer.

After walking two rounds in the tea garden halfway up the mountain, he had completed his inspection mission. When the two went down the mountain to get on the sedan chair, Mo Qinghe raised his hand and the local tax supervisor guarding the tea garden quickly led a few people to carry the two small boxes. Yang Ling said in confusion: "Is this..."

Mo Qinghe smiled and said, "Sir, there is really nothing decent in this mountain except tea leaves. In this box, there are ten kilograms of top-quality Longjing in the rain. Please take it back and try it out. If the weather is not good when the tea is collected next year, you will not be able to drink such good tea."

Yang Ling knew that such a truly top-notch rainy day, if he was sold to Jiangnan rich people at this time, one tael of tea would be worth ten taels of silver. This small box of tea would cost 1,000 taels of silver. If you drink it, you would be a month's food for ordinary people. It would be a bit too luxurious.

However, since everyone in the Silijian was used to being taken care of, Mo Qinghe had not yet returned to his heart, if he didn't accept it, he would inevitably make him suspicious, so he nodded with a smile, and Mo Qinghe rubbed his hands and said, "Is this box there are four mandarin duck pillows inside. Although the tea leaves in the pillow are not the emperor's tip before the rain, they are also the best tea. They are pillowed on it, and the fragrance of tea is clear and clear, which is the most helpful for sleep. Haha, I'll give it to the adults and wife."

When Yang Ling heard that it was a tea pillow, she smiled a little. The tea pillow was fragrant. The three girls in Beijing must like it, but when they heard the number, they were stunned again: Since it was a mandarin duck pillow, it was a double pillow, but there were only three people in Youniang and Yu'er and Xue'er. What does it mean to give four sets? This also requires good things to be together?"

Yang Ling raised his eyes and saw Mo Qinghe's eyes smiling, and suddenly his face became hot. He knew that he believed that Gao Wenxin would be brought back to be a concubine sooner or later. He could not defend himself, so he had to respond vaguely and asked someone to take the two boxes away from Lion Mountain.

After leaving the mountain pass, you have to pass a small village before you can turn back to the official road back to the city. Yang Ling was sitting in the sedan chair and suddenly heard someone scolding him in front of him. He quickly lifted the curtain of the sedan chair and saw that two tax collectors were driving a ragged young child with whips. Seeing that he was only about ten years old, he quickly shouted angrily: "Stop!"

The two of them were so excited that they didn't hear it at all. Zheng Baihu, who was next to the sedan chair, rushed over with a quick step, snatched the whip from the tax collector's hand, pushed him away, and shouted, "Sir, have you heard it?"

The tax collector turned around and saw that Yang Ling had got out of the sedan chair. The vicious face immediately changed into a flattering smile, nodded and stood aside. Mo Qinghe also got out of the sedan chair and hurriedly snatched it over and said, "Sir, what's wrong?"

Yang Ling saw that the child had retreated to a tea stall. He was very thin and his thin body looked a little bigger. His big eyes were clever and his clothes were torn. His face was very dirty.

Yang Ling walked over and squatted down, pressed the child's shoulder, feeling skinny and pitifully thin. Yang Ling asked in a gentle voice: "Little brother, are you not a local, are you? Where are the family members?"

As Yang Ling walked forward, Zheng Baihu led four monks to chase after him. The child saw five majestic men behind Yang Ling. He was holding a single sword in his hand and shivered and did not dare to respond. Yang Ling turned around and frowned and said, "A child's family is still afraid that I will be assassinated? Don't scare the child, you can retreat."

Zheng Baihu hurriedly led the man to take a few steps back. Mo Qinghe also walked over, squatted down, and smiled angrily: "Little guy, this adult is a good person. If he asks you, you have to answer your questions. If he is happy, he will reward you with a few cents to buy some big meat buns."

When the child heard about meat buns, his eyes lit up. He swallowed and said stutteringly: "Master, my name is Wen Xiaohua, I am from Xukou Town. I was just hungry. Seeing wild fruits on the trees on the roadside, I wanted to beat a few to eat them. The old man...he whipped me with a whip."

Yang Ling glanced at Mo Qinghe, and Mo Qinghe frowned and said, "Xukou Town? That's the Suzhou area. Did you come here alone? Where are your family members?"

The child nodded timidly and said, "Well! My family is dead, so I will be stuttering everywhere and live. I will go around and get to this place."

Yang Ling asked, "Why are the whole family no longer there? Has there been a plague here?"

Mo Qinghe shook his head and said, "I have never heard of a plague. Child. Tell me, how do people in my family die?"

The child blinked his timid eyes and said, "My land is next to the river. In May, water flooded my land. My father sold the house and went to the city to do small business, but he had to collect taxes when he entered the city. He... he secretly climbed the city wall and fell and injured him. My mother sold the land to treat him. But when the Japanese came, they robbed my family's money and things, and killed my parents, and I... went everywhere to beg for food."

Yang Ling felt sad when he heard this. At this time, the old man on the roadside tea stall recognized Mo Qinghe and couldn't help but say in surprise: "Are you Mr. Mo? Mo's great kind man!"

Mo Qinghe was stunned and asked back, "Do you recognize me?"

The old man said excitedly: "Recognize me. Last winter, Mr. Mo was serving porridge in the city. The old man went to your mansion to ask for food. Widow Zhang in our village remarried and left behind a small child, called Shuishengdi. No one cared about it. Didn't Mr. Mo take it in? Haha, the old man remembers you. This child is quite pitiful, but he looks smart. Mr. Mo is kind-hearted, so why should he take him in?"

Yang Ling glanced at Mo Qinghe and said unexpectedly: "Mr. Mo is really worthy of the good man's life. It turns out that he not only gave porridge to save people, but also adopted orphans."

Before Mo Qinghe could speak humbly, the old man had already said first: "Mr. Mo is a good person, who doesn't know about Hangzhou City? Mr. Mo has adopted dozens of lonely and helpless children. This child has met you today, and he is really virtuous to his ancestors."

When Mo Qinghe heard him praise in front of Yang Ling, he seemed a little uncomfortable and hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, you old man." He looked up and down at the child named Wen Xiaohua, nodded and said, "Okay, come with me, how about it? I'll find you a place to eat and drink, and learn some skills."

The child was very clever. After hearing this, he knelt down and said happily: "Thank you, Master, as long as you can have some food, you can do whatever you want me to do."

Mo Qinghe didn't think he was dirty, and he smiled and stroked his head, turned his head and called to the butler, "Old Li, have you brought this child with you and brought the food? Let's put it on him first."

While walking back with him, Yang Ling said, "Mr. Mo has taken in dozens of orphans? This... this is really a great deed, but it is really hard to raise so many children in the mansion for you."

Mo Qinghe said with a hint of shame: "Sir, I'm too proud. Our family... Oh, who is my family? I understand. I just want to do more good deeds and have good retribution in the next life. I just want to help them get some food for these children. I did not stay in the mansion, but asked someone to send them to the local weaver to do some chores and learn some skills. For my sake, those weaver did not dare to make things difficult for them and gave them a way out."

Yang Ling was really respectful to the eunuch at this time. No matter whether he wanted to accumulate good deeds or not, he did what he did. He was passionate and passionate for the country and the people, but he could only talk about it in general. Although he did not understand the many great principles, he was actually doing many good things.

Although he also received a lot of benefits from it by taking advantage of his power, it is already a very valuable thing for him to think about helping poor people.

The local weaver is under the jurisdiction of the weaver eunuch Li Daxiang. Most of the weaver big weaver is concentrated in Suzhou, so the Li Daxiang local government office is located in Suzhou. Yangling and Mo Qinghe returned to the city and did not go back directly to the mansion. First, they went to a small local restaurant. The two sat under the weaver willows and drank lightly, savoring the scenery of Jiangnan. Then they were still unsatisfied, so they simply went to the local weaver to visit.

Yang Ling remembers studying when he was young. It was revealed that during the dynasty, the weaver households in Jiangnan had already hired workers with a large scale and had the prototype of capitalism. The weaver households we visited this time were one of the dozen large weaver households in Hangzhou. Although they were not as powerful as Suzhou weaver households, they actually had dozens of looms and hired nearly a hundred female workers. Yangling walked around inside and outside, and felt like the flowing place of modern industrial factories, and couldn't help but be extremely excited.

Before leaving the door, I suddenly saw a fat man, eleven or 2 years old, carrying a bag of white yarn. When I saw an outsider, I couldn't help but stand by the door, raised my sleeves and wiped the sweat from my forehead. I was stunned and just smiled foolishly.

Mo Qinghe smiled and pointed at the child and said, "This child is also fatherless and motherless. I looked pitiful. So he took it in and sent it here. Well, that happened last summer.

Haha, I’m not afraid of adults laughing. The people I sent here are not afraid to give face and will never treat them badly. So I have seen this child in the future. I can remember it because of his big sarcoma, otherwise I wouldn’t remember it.”

When Yang Ling saw that the sturdy boy was long and solid. It seemed that life was really good here, but his neck was thick and short, and a purple-red terrifying sarcoma was born on the side, which made him feel annoying.

Although Yang Ling knew that this child had a pitiful life experience, he felt something strange in his heart, let alone others. If Mo Qinghe had not been kind-hearted, he would probably have no one to use him if he wanted to do something right and would have to be a beggar for the rest of his life. He could not help but feel respect for Mo Qinghe's feat.

But what is strange is that why did that little guy look normal when he saw Mo Qinghe and no way he saw his benefactor? Yang Ling felt a little suspicious, and then he remembered that the little fat man had only seen Mo Qinghe. After a long time, the child did not remember so clearly, and his suspicion immediately dissipated.

The fat guy looked at the guests and just smiled foolishly, and didn't come forward to see him. Orido Gaoming smiled and scolded: "Silly boy, why don't you see it? Just move things in, don't get the adults' eyes." The fat guy heard this and quickly carried the yarn and ran in.

Yang Ling walked into the Xiqianyuan with a blushing face. Gao Wenxin had been bored at home for a day. When he heard that he was coming back, he was excited and excited. Seeing Yang Ling looked strange, he couldn't help but be stunned. Yang Ling handed over a scroll of words and said, "Wenxin, put away this good life."

Gao Wenxin said in surprise: "Is someone who gave me some famous calligraphy and paintings?" She pulled open the scroll and looked at it, her face suddenly pulled down, and she said in a sore way: "You are like the bright moon, I am fog... What a love poem, our master is really a romantic figure. When we arrive in this Jiangnan water town, I don't know how many daughters' homes are going to be fascinated."

Yang Ling said laughingly and cryingly: "This poem... was heard by me when I was in my hometown. Mrs. Mo admired it very much, so she copied two volumes. This volume was returned to me. Don't think about it all. By the way, look at this Mrs. Mo's calligraphy? It's really a good handwriting."

Gao Wenxin didn't believe his nonsense. If it was so dignified, why was she embarrassed just now? She looked at the word and hummed: "The word is not bad, but it's better than me if I don't see it. But this poem... is deeply affectionate. Could it be that my sister from Youniang gave it to you?"

Yang Ling hummed twice, not matching her voice. As soon as she returned to her house, Mrs. Mo excitedly took out two scrolls of paintings. She had copied the poems in duplicates, and gave them one to Yang Ling as a thank-you gift.

Originally, there was nothing wrong with this, but I didn’t know if it was the woman in Jiangnan who was so generous or Mrs. Mo who had been in the brothel for many years, without knowing how to check it out. She came to Yang Ling without any hesitation, opened the scroll, smiled cleverly, and pointed at her.

If he had been in modern times, it would not be a big deal. However, Yang Ling had never seen other people's wife so unavoidable and approaching. She only smelled the fragrant breeze and sniffed like orchids, which made him feel uneasy. But Mo Qinghe did not think it was offended at all, and he was even more unable to do so.

Until the end, Mrs. Mo put the scroll away and tied it in his hand. The slender jade fingers frivolously stroking it in his palm. Yang Ling's heart was so scared that she jumped up. She was just seeing Mrs. Mo looking at a pair of charming eyes, enchanting and charming, with her teeth biting her red lips. Although the charm was only revealed in an instant, it was like a rock thrown by still water, causing layers of ripples in people's hearts. Yang Ling then realized that she was not careless about the details, but was actually seducing herself.

The charm of this beauty is romantic but not inferior. Although she seduces others in front of her husband, her strange charm makes people unable to feel disgusted. Yang Ling only said that she married a eunuch husband and was lonely in spring. Suddenly, a young man lived in her family, which made her imaginary. She didn't dare to sit for a long time, so she hurriedly talked to Mo Qinghe for a few words. Then she ran away with her head in her arms.

Of course he wouldn't tell Gao Wenxin about such embarrassment. Seeing that she was a little angry, Yang Ling hurriedly smiled and said, "Uh... Wenxin. Should we take medicine and acupuncture?"

Gao Wenxin gave him a pretty look and said, "That's not true. You have seen Liu Qianhu first. Don't scream when you acupuncture. When you tie your waist into a sieve, it would be strange if your young lady didn't fight me when she went back."

Yang Ling laughed and said, "You're not afraid, you're afraid that I'll scream in the room and misunderstand us by the fans..." He suddenly stopped talking, regretfully almost trying to slap himself: "You bastard, you obviously don't want to provoke love debts anymore, you still have to speak without restraint. Do you think this was chatting with a female colleague in the office? The woman at this time was so mean."

He was embarrassed and embarrassed. Isn't Gao Wenxin's face flushed with shame? But she didn't look angry at all. Her eyes were very complicated. She didn't know what she was thinking. She glanced at Yang Ling deeply and said softly: "I...maid is going to invite Liu Qianhu in." For a moment, the tone was indescribable and gentle.

The woman was dressed up like a dress. Gao Wenxin was wearing ordinary Jiangnan women's clothing. The luxurious and graceful aura disappeared, and she felt quite like a small family. She hurried upstairs, held the green skirt, stomped the pair of red embroidered shoes, and gave Yang Ling a angrily blank look and said, "Don't look for me next time, I'll even want to vomit when I smile at him."

Gao Wenxin was tall and had clear eyebrows and eyes as clear as water. At this time, he stomped his bow shoes and felt coquettish. He looked at Yang Ling's eyes lit up and he nodded quickly and said, "That's right, that's right, don't worry, if I weren't afraid of shocking the snake, I wouldn't have been willing to... Cough cough, you go first and avoid it later, I'll see what the pervert who smelled the fragrance looked like."

Gao Wenxin snorted, turned around and went to the back room. A man outside the door laughed and said, "No, yes, you didn't lie to me, this woman really tastes good. But when it comes to the front, I can only pay ten taels of money for the head. Since you have rice and grain in your hand, I will just ask the official to buy it at a high price. You can't make less money, hahaha..."

As he spoke, an officer with a fox-faced face and slightly bearded and black-faced face rushed into the room with lust, accompanied by Liu Biao, a merciless businessman. When he saw that the room was not the girl in the spring boudoir, it was a small flower hall. A young man in white and blue belt sat on the chair with a smile and looked at him. Behind the young man stood four men in black, with a tough figure and a gloomy expression, he couldn't help but be stunned, and immediately reached out to touch the handle of the knife around his waist.

Liu Biao looked lazy and swept away the corpse. He raised his legs and kicked him on the bend of his knee. Then a shiny dagger pressed against his neck. The merchant who claimed that he had rice and grain for sale and wanted to give his beauty shouted gloomy: "The person sitting on the upper house is the Admiral Inner Factory, the commander of the military commander of the Great Inner Guard, and the imperial envoy Yang Ling, the tax authorities in Jiangnan, was ordered to inspect the imperial envoy Yang. He did not kowtow to pay tribute."

The officer was stunned. He heard that it was not a robber and kidnapper, and the danger of death was greatly reduced. He had already let go of half of his heart. But the dignified governor of the inner factory and the imperial envoy, it was not a matter of one word to see him? What did he do so mysteriously? He thought of the illegal and disorderly things he had done, and couldn't help but sweat in a cold sweat, and hurriedly lowered his body and said tremblingly: "Ding Lin, the commander of the Xiaguan Longshan Guard, pay homage to Yang... Lord Yang..."

Yang Ling leaned over and smiled and said, "Chief Ding, I took the liberty to invite you to come. Do you know what's going on?"

Sweat beads oozed from the forehead of Ding Lin, the commander of Longshan Guard, and said with a panic look: "The lower... the lower officials don't know." Not long after the establishment of the inner factory, he didn't know any powerful methods, but he had heard of the torture of the East Factory and the West Factory Jinyiwei. I heard that the inner factory had the responsibility of inspecting the two factories and one guard. Are those methods few? Ding Lin also did a lot of illegal activities, and he couldn't help but tremble as he spoke.

Yang Ling straightened up and dusted his robe, crossed his legs, and a snow-white boot on Ding Lin's forehead with a snow-white upper. He slowly picked up a cup of tea and said, "Zheng Baihu, read it to him!"

"As for the order!" Zheng Baihu responded with respect, stepped forward, and said Ding Linqiang's illegal act of buying the land of the military officers and soldiers in the garrison, greedy for military pay, and committing adultery with the soldier's wife. Ding Lin's face looked like earth. Before Zheng Baihu finished speaking, he had already climbed two steps ahead and said sarcastically: "The officials are guilty, the officials should die. Please forgive me, please beg me!" As he said that, his head was knocking down with a thump.

Yang Ling put down the teacup and smiled slightly and said, "Chen Ding. I have evidence of all these matters. I believe that if someone wants to prove it, the officers and soldiers who are so 'being' will happily come forward to testify. Any of these will be enough to kill your head, you said?"

Ding Lin said in a trembling voice: "Yes, the lower official knows, the lower official deserves to die. Please ask the master..."

Yang Ling intercepted and said, "As the saying goes, it is better to ask for your own sake than to ask for others. If Lord Ding wants to make meritorious service, it depends on you."

Ding Lin could not help but lit up his eyes when he heard something in his words. He hurriedly raised his face and said anxiously: "Please give me advice, and all the officials will obey."

Yang Ling said: "Actually, I know that you, the only one of your six brothers, has attacked the military post. The family is huge and it depends on you to support you. It is really not enough to rely on that little salary. As for you commit adultery with your soldiers and wives, you are willing to do it. Although the crime is unforgivable, you are willing to do it. If you are willing to help me do something, I will redirect these sins for you, and you will turn things into small things."

Ding Lin said happily: "Thank you for your kindness, I wonder what you want to be a magistrate to do...?"

Yang Ling's eyes were fixed and said, "I heard that the commander of Longshan Guard, Mr. Bi Chun, often framed soldiers and violated military rules, and then pressed the soldiers to hand over Wei Tian and embezzled them with the military supervisor Yuan Eunuch Yuan. In addition, the quota for the army was 6,500, but only one-third of them were all old, weak and sick. Bi Chun and Yuan Xiong concealed it and refused to report it, deprived the military pay, and even embezzled the silver in the allotment of land and shipbuilding into their pockets. Now the military is worn out and unbearable to use. Is there such a thing?"

Although Ding Lin was the commander-in-chief, Bi Chun had great power and colluded with Yuan Xiong, covering up the sky with one hand and not taking him seriously at all. He had limited benefits and was already dissatisfied with Bi Chun. He heard that the imperial envoy seemed to want to punish Bi Chun and the military inspector Yuan, and he couldn't help but feel secretly happy.

However, after years of accumulation of power, he did not dare to reveal the truth for a while, so he couldn't help but hesitate. Seeing this, Yang Ling snorted coldly and said, "You can't be honest with me, and I'm too lazy to save you. Go back."

Ding Lin had no room for consideration and hurriedly said, "Don't blame me, please be the one who is the one who is recruited!" Ding Lin revealed the scandals of Yuan Xiong and Bi Chun as they know. It was even more outrageous that Bi Chun was an elite except for more than 500 people in his own military camp, and the rest had no combat power. Therefore, when the Japanese pirates came, he deliberately passed by the Japanese pirates and allowed the Japanese pirates to rob him.

In terms of command ability and courage, Bi Chun was really a brave general. Otherwise, when he gathered the elite troops of several garrisons to go north to defend the border, he would not have the courage to fight against the Tartars. But this time, if he fought against the Japanese pirates to death, he would die all his own elites, out of his own selfishness. He was responsible for defending the territory, but allowed the Japanese pirates to rob him. When the Japanese pirates retreated, they would chase him with great fanfare. Whenever the Japanese pirates did not escape, they would leave a large amount of robbed property. Bi Chun took the opportunity to put them in his pocket. This general of the Ming Dynasty became a king who was black and black.

Yang Ling heard the seven-stolen cigarettes. After Ding Lin finished speaking, a man who was writing a desk in the corner of the room picked up a piece of paper with ink stains. Ding Lin pressed his handprint helplessly, and then he heard Yang Ling sneer: "It's great. Those who know the current affairs are heroes. I hope Lord Ding can cooperate sincerely with this supervisor. The matter you just confessed has been recorded on the record. These things need to be used by Lord Ding to collect more evidence. This supervisor is also confident in taking the person."
To be continued...