my relatives are a bit much

Chapter 917 Being Blackmailed

The next day.

Morning after.

Li Shimin called Sun Wuji, the most important minister of Lingyan Pavilion, into the inner hall where the memorials were handled, and took out a freshly released investigation document on the marriage of close relatives.

"Wuji, take a look."

"it is good."

Changsun Wuji took the document and read it word by word.

After a long time.

Changsun Wuji wiped off his cold sweat, and said solemnly: "Your Majesty, I am willing to retire the engagement."

Marriage of consanguineous relatives has a high mortality rate, and patients with dementia, deformities and genetic diseases often occur.

Li Shimin just sent someone to do a survey in Chang'an City. The death rate of children born to a thousand couples married to close relatives is more than three times that of normal couples, and another [-] to [-]% suffer from dementia, deformities and genetic diseases.

Such dire odds.

I really don't know if I don't check it, I'm shocked when I check it.

Retirement is imperative.

He didn't want his grandson and granddaughter to die at birth. It's actually okay to die young, but he was afraid of dementia and deformity.

"Wuji, you take this document back, and then send more people to collect more cases, compile them into a memorial, and submit it to the court in the morning. I will issue a ban, and no marriages will be allowed within three servings."

Li Shimin's process of becoming emperor is not well known, but after becoming emperor, he can truly be called a generation of good emperors. He usually puts people first when issuing government orders.

Marriage between close relatives was not known before and could be ignored. Now that we know the harm of marriage between close relatives, we must stop it.

Otherwise, he is not worthy to be the emperor.

As for why the merits were handed over to the uncle, it was actually to compensate the uncle.

After all, the results of the investigation into the marriage of close relatives deprived Chang Sun Chong of the chance to be a son-in-law. Although he could still marry other princesses, how could other princesses be so beautiful!
"Yes, Your Majesty."

Changsun Wuji hurriedly left Daming Palace with the documents and oral instructions.

……

Dongxingfang.

A new fortune-telling stall opened next door to the newly opened bun shop.

The owner of the stall was none other than Yuan Shoucheng, Yuan Daochang, and Yuan Tiangang's uncle who came here yesterday.

After Pan Haodong finished making the last basket of buns, he handed over the sales to Cuizhu, Haitang and Xiaoyu, and sat in front of Yuan Shoucheng's booth.

"Yuan Daochang, you set up a stall next door to my shop, did you receive some order to come and observe me?"

"Mr. Pan is too worried." Yuan Shoucheng stroked his long beard and said, "Pimpedao is here to set up a stall. I just want to eat the delicious big meat buns you make every day."

"Really?" Pan Haodong raised his eyebrows: "That's really my honor."

"Don't dare to act, dare not act." Yuan Shoucheng shook his head repeatedly.

"Haha, you are busy!"

Pan Haodong smiled, got up and shouted at Cuizhu: "Cuizhu, come with me for a walk."

"okay!"

Cuizhu's eyes lit up, she quickly dropped the rag, and ran over happily.

When Haitang and Xiaoyu saw this scene, they both cast resentful glances at Pan Haodong. They left the dirty work to them, while they took Cuizhu out to enjoy themselves.

I'm so angry!
Cuizhu held Pan Haodong's arm, and asked cheerfully, "My lord, where are we going?"

Pan Haodong smiled and said, "I'll go wherever you say."

Cuizhu said cautiously: "Then go to the West Market to have a look."

"Okay, let's go to West Market."

"Young master, you are so kind."

"Boom~~"

The naughty Cuizhu kissed Pan Haodong in the street, causing the women on the street to curse him as "indecent". Holding a man's hand in the street was already challenging the ethos of feudal society.

Kiss on the street.

It's just trampling on people's bottom line.

But Pan Haodong and Cuizhu don't care, the world likes to talk, let them talk, and it can affect themselves.

On the way to Dongshi, Cuizhu was cheerful all the way.

After shopping around, Cuizhu turned around and rejected a wave of people who came to chat with her and buy soup dumplings, three fresh buns and other recipes, Cuizhu's mood worsened.

because!

They are being followed.

The people who followed were the people who came to buy the formula.

"My lord, what are they trying to do?" Cuizhu felt very upset when someone disturbed her, and she wished she could break the legs of those people and teach these bastards a lesson.

"Leave them alone!"

Pan Haodong patted Cuizhu's fragrant shoulders lightly, glanced and said, "There is a noodle stall in front, let's go and have two bowls of cold noodles."

"Hmm~"

Cuizhu taps E's head lightly.

The cold noodles that the two wanted to eat were called "Huaiye Lengtao" in the Tang Dynasty. They were noodles boiled with the juice of locust leaves and noodles. Come to the breath of nature.

Ordinary stall.

The cold noodles made taste really good.

Even Cuizhu, who is used to Pan Haodong's delicacies, even ate up a bowl of noodles.

"Shopkeeper, take the money." Pan Haodong handed over two coins.

The stall owner bent over and said with an apologetic smile, "Guest officer, it's missing."

The corner of Pan Haodong's mouth raised slightly: "Isn't it a penny for a bowl?"

The stall owner restrained his smile and said with a blank expression: "Yes, cold noodles cost one penny per bowl, but if you eat three bowls, you have to pay three pennies."

Hearing this, Cuizhu said angrily, "Hey~~ why don't you count? My son and I, obviously only ate two bowls of noodles, how did it become three bowls in a blink of an eye?"

"It's obvious that you guys want to renege on the debt. There are three bowls on the table, isn't it three bowls, can it be two bowls?"

The stall owner pointed to the three empty bowls on the table of the two of them, two were the bowls left after they finished eating, and the other... was a bowl that someone secretly put on it.

This person is the person who asked them to buy the steamed stuffed bun formula before.

A wealthy businessman surnamed Liu, his family runs several businesses, involving rice, soy sauce, cloth and other just-needed items.

Shopkeeper Liu put the bowls on the table, and then had a little chat with the stall owner, and then the scene happened in front of him. He was calculating people's hearts. After eating two bowls, he paid for three bowls. No matter if he had money or not, he didn't care. If you pay even a penny, you will be dissatisfied and refuse to pay.

Pan Haodong, who has the ability of telepathy, is very clear about Shopkeeper Liu's purpose, but he does not intend to use his spiritual power to teach the greedy stall owner and Shopkeeper Liu a lesson, but is going to play with them.

That's right, just play.

"Shopkeeper, I'm not short of this penny, but after eating two bowls of cold noodles, don't even think about asking me to pay for three bowls..." Pan Haodong deliberately put on an angry look.

The sharp eyes made the stall owner tremble.

"This……"

The stall owner was a little hesitant.

It is true that he is greedy for money, but a discerning person would know that Pan Haodong, who is handsome and unworthy, is not someone to be provoked, so he can't help but feel a little guilty.

Seeing this scene, Shopkeeper Liu immediately stepped forward and spoke up.

"Then report to the officer!"

"Okay, report to the officer."

"Ah this..."

Pan Haodong didn't hesitate, and agreed to report to the officer without even thinking about it. The stall owner's calf was so frightened that his calf became weak.

I just want to make a little money!
It's just a bowl of cold noodles, you just gave me the money, why should you report to the authorities!
Farmers and businessmen!

You must know that the social status of ancient merchants was the lowest.

A big businessman has money, and can use money to open a way and improve his social status, but the owner of the cold noodle stall has no social status at all, and is just a small business hawker who relies on handicrafts to make ends meet.

What they are most afraid of is seeing an official!

But what's happening now is obviously out of control. The owner of the cold noodle stall is afraid and has to worry about it...

(End of this chapter)