Chapter 7 The heart only sobs on

But Li Maohua said angrily, "I also waited for the master to finish what the master told me to do, and then sneak into the palace of the capital. As long as the emperor and his concubine ate lychee, I would scare them until they dared not eat."

Everyone was stunned when they heard his heroic words. They said that this boy had a little temper. The man who was going to speak before has been waiting for them to speak. Now he has peeped at the time and hurriedly said:

"This matter is not as simple as the fairies think..."

"Oh? How to say this?" Seven wonderful ways.

Zhang Chi exchanged eyes with several men around him, hesitated for a moment, and said, "The fairies and immortals only know one and don't know the other. Our small city is the only place to enter Chang'an in the south, so they know some of the stories."

He paused and said, "Let's talk about sending lychees first. Although the emperor's concubines love to eat, they can't send more. The local government always has to calculate the quantity, so that they can always arouse their appetite without responsibility, so that these palace nobles always want to eat and always send..."

"Isn't there no end to such a labor and damage money?" Stupid and angry.

"I don't know what this means?" Qi Miao's mind is clever, but he has been staying in southern Xinjiang. After all, he doesn't know much about these power plots. Li Miaohua is known as the bright moon heart and is clear/smart. Although it is also the first time he has traveled to the world, he immediately guessed:

"Is it for a profit?"

"This Taoist priest is so smart, that's why." When Zhang Chi responded, Li Meihua couldn't help sighing and thought of one thing: Originally, when he was in Western Kunlun, the head of the family asked his disciples to buy several materials for alchemy. One of them is called black iron. Although it is not much produced in various places, it is not rare, but there is one that buys it. Every time the disciples of the black iron brought it back, it was just enough. After a while, it was consumed, and he had to send him some money to do it again.

After repeated times, the uncle of the head was shocked and asked the man to come to confront each other. The disciple suddenly panicked and fully confessed before and after the incident: it turned out that the reason why he only brought just the right amount every time was that he could often spend money out, from which some oil and water were deducted, and he went into his own pockets.

Sure enough, he listened to the lecture in detail: "Look at the indulgent horse, four hoofs running wildly, four or five horses carrying baskets one by one, but there is only one newly picked lychee among them, so that the emperor always has to allocate money to let people buy it in order to always eat such delicious food, among which the consumption is good. The criticism is full of private pockets.

This relaxation is about ordinary people who always come to chat on the streets and alleys. They listen more and speak more. They speak clearly and speak clearly, but they are not like ordinary farmers.

People in this world are bustling and busy all their lives, all of whom want to make a profit. The small people are greedy, adults are big and hurt the people, and even harm the country.

Qi Miao heard the relaxed words and her heart was pathoed. She thought that the world would suffer. In addition to the collapse of the society in China, the way of heaven and earth would also be damaged. How can this monk be alone? She thought of a certain joint again and whispered to the relaxation:

"In this way, this treasury spends a lot of money, and it costs a lot of manpower, but Lingnan officials don't send many lychees every time, and the goods are not right and they are not afraid of the emperor's fault. I think someone in Beijing secretly colluded with these local officials to relieve them?"

Zhang Chi nodded and thought that these people were all clear. They were worthy of being immortal-like masters. He swallowed his saliva and then said, "Now the scene is full of officials protecting each other. Officials from all over the country, and even me and other people know a sentence: 'If you do a good job below, it's not as good as the above...' Lingnan officials The filial piety of the court officials is very important..."

"So it is..." Qi Miao nodded and felt inexplicable. At this time, Li Miaohua suddenly asked, "What else did these horses send besides lychee?"

She bent down and pointed to the horseshoe marks of the previous horses and explained to everyone: "These are the hoof marks of the horse's hindhoofs. It is very difficult to step on the soil and think it has transported a lot of heavy goods. Since the brother said that only one horse is carrying lychees, I don't know what the goods are about the camels next to them. ?"

Qi Miao followed her fingers and also looked at those hoof marks. Seeing the results as described, she couldn't help thinking: "This little Taoist priest's mind is very thin."

The man named Zhang Chi was called his brother by Ming Yuexin. He scratched his head with embarrassment and explained, "Those Mali were all sent by officials from Lingnan and all along the way to the popular official..."

"But the brother of the emperor's favorite concubine, the person who has been rumored to harm the government?"

"Is it just..." Zhang Chi looked around, as if he was afraid and whispered.

This man was kinship-oriented and attached to his friends, killing several good officials and officials with more popular people. At this time, when he mentioned this person, half of the men's faces were also sometimes angry and half frightened. The stupid monk suddenly sighed and sighed in a rough voice: "The emperor wasted on the wind and dust and entertained with wine and sex. , but it hurts the people. It's sad and lamentable.

Zhou Hanzhi suddenly folded a fan in his hand, but shook his head and said, "How can all sentient beings make noise and dust on their faces? You don't love beautiful women and love to save people, but don't you fall into another word of desire?

The emperor of the dynasty was half literary and half martial arts, and had the demeanor of Confucianism. Although he was romantic all his life, he was also a seed of infatuation. Zhou Han stopped being arrogant and talented, but he was a rare appreciation for this person. Therefore, he said a few words to the fool, and then listened to the fool and sighed:

"What this donor taught is that the poor monk's selfish desire to help the people is also the Buddha's great wish to save the world. The poor monk is determined to carry out this wish in his life."

He raised his head, put his hands together, closed his eyes, and still unconsciously read the Buddha's name in his mouth.

"Well said!" Li Miaohua praised, "How cold and hopeless the people are, and how warm they are. The emperors and officials in Beijing are so bad that they only care about their own lives. Regardless of the lives and death of the people, that brother, let me ask you again, do you know what treasures these officers and soldiers have transported to the court? Where do you usually rest?"

"The family of the official in the court is extremely rich, but ordinary things don't look down on..." He thought for a moment, "Other officials are dug out their minds to honor him, and they usually send rare treasures. The county magistrate here scrapes the ground three feet, tries to find a way to get a jade Ruyi, and also wants to get this A line."