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Chapter 185 Private coining of counterfeit money is a crime of decapitation

With this welfare system, people's lives can be improved to the greatest extent, and the service for the people is truly achieved.

The people organized spontaneously and discussed how to thank Xiang Kunlun and their emperor.

It's just that the imperial palace is not a place that can be entered casually. Everyone has some enthusiasm, but there is no way to display it.

"The emperor is really kind to us, he really treats us as his subjects, but we can't do anything for the emperor."

At this moment, a child raised his head and pulled the clothes of the mother next to him.

"Mother, look over there, someone is painting!"

The woman didn't take it seriously, but she couldn't hold back the child's curiosity, so she took him out of the crowd to watch the excitement over there.

And other people still gathered together to think of a way, thinking of doing something for Xiang Kunlun.

The woman took a closer look, huh?Why does the person on this painting look so familiar?

The painting is very similar to their Emperor Xiang!

Taking a closer look at Duanxiang, his eyebrows and eyes are at least [-]-[-] percent similar.

Before the woman could say anything, the child spoke first.

"Mother, why is the person on this painting the emperor?"

Hearing this, the person who was concentrating on painting stopped what he was doing and raised his head.

He smiled and said to the child: "Little guy, your eyesight is really good. The one I drew is Xiangdi. I think you have a talent for drawing. How about taking you as an apprentice?"

The child was ignorant, didn't understand what he was talking about, so he hid behind his mother a little bit, and looked up at his mother.

What the woman thought about was not the question of whether to apprentice or not, but she was suddenly inspired by the matter of his painting.

She hurriedly turned around and greeted everyone who was discussing.

"Everyone, come and see! I thought of doing something for the emperor!"

Everyone gathered around and saw that it was an artist painting, but they still didn't understand what it meant.

The woman pointed to the portrait that was almost completed: "Look, does the painting look like it?"

Everyone took a closer look, and they really looked like Emperor Xiang, and they all praised the painter for his vivid paintings.

"We can't enter the palace, but we can buy a few portraits of Emperor Xiang and put them up at home to pray for the emperor day and night."

When she said this, everyone reacted.

Yep, that's a great idea!
They all sincerely hope that Emperor Xiang can be healthy and live a long life.

"How much is this painting? Get one for each of us!"

This painter is exactly the one who went to the palace to talk to Xiang Kunlun.

Although the workload was heavy, he readily agreed.

"Since it is to pray for the emperor, I don't need money for this painting, I will give it to you for free!"

In this way, the painter sat for a whole day and painted for seven days, and only then did most people have portraits.

Everyone devoutly pasted the portraits in the middle of the room, and put food and wine on them.

Every morning and evening, pray for their emperor.

The painter stood up, stretched his body, and prepared to close the booth.

Suddenly a young man came over: "How do you sell your painting?"

At this moment, Xiang Kunlun just went to check on the conditions of those sick soldiers and made sure that everyone was getting better, so he was relieved.

When he returned to the palace, Zhen Jiang brought a bowl of ginger soup as usual, watched him drink it, and handed him a bowl of mung bean soup.

Xiang Kunlun protested softly: "I'm a big man, I drink all kinds of soup every day, it seems very unmanly."

Although he was complaining, his tone was full of sweetness.

Zhen Jiang directly ignored his protest and asked him to drink every day, even if he was in good health, he could not do anything recklessly.

Xiang Kunlun was helpless, he dared not disobey his wife's order.

After finishing the soup, they went to see their son and played with him.

The painter felt that this person was a bit strange. He had already told everyone that it was free to come to him to get the portrait. Why did this person still ask such a question?

After thinking about it, maybe he didn't hear it, or no one told him.

The artist replied patiently: "If you want, I will paint for you for free."

Who knows, this person is not happy.

"I'm not a person who is greedy for petty gains. How can I not pay for things I take from others?"

The painter suddenly felt that the person in front of him was a fool with a lot of money.

He glanced up and down at him, he was not wearing silk and satin, nor did he look like he was very rich.

But if the other party insists on giving money, let him give it.

The painter didn't bother to talk nonsense with him anymore, so he concentrated on painting.

After ten minutes.

"Okay, the painting is finished. You can give it as you see, as much as you want."

The young man looked like he couldn't wait to pay, and he took it out of his pocket, only to see him take out a penny of five baht.

The painter felt something was wrong. Why did the color of the money look so bright?
Moreover, why is this young man so generous, even if it is sold at the usual price, this painting is not worth that much money.

Just as the painter was about to say something, the young man grabbed the painting and ran away.

"After living for so many years, this is the first time I have encountered such a strange thing."

The painter shook his head, thinking that the money was too heavy to carry on his body, so he might as well deposit it in a bank.

The owner of the bank was still smiling one moment, but the next moment his face became a little weird.

"Guest officer, is this money yours?"

The painter felt baffled: "Yes, the money you get from selling paintings."

The boss asked him to wait for a while, and they deposited it immediately.

The painter thought to himself, when did it become so troublesome to save money?

Before he could finish thinking, the boss directly led the officer in, twisted his arm, pressed it tightly, and remained motionless.

The painter shouted his injustice: "I didn't do anything! What are you doing? Why are you arresting me?"

The boss sneered, pointed at the painter and said, "It's him, the counterfeit money this man gave me."

"What? Counterfeit money?"

Unable to defend himself, he was thrown directly into prison.

The painter wanted to cry, but he said that the money looked a bit wrong, and he should not have asked for it if he knew it earlier.

Soon, he was brought to court for interrogation.

The county magistrate slapped the gavel: "Illegally coining counterfeit coins is a crime of beheading, can you be convicted?"

The painter shouted that he was wronged.He hastily explained that he did not own those counterfeit coins, but someone used the money to buy his paintings when he was painting.

Fortunately, the county magistrate is not a foolish official. Hearing what he said, he also felt that something was wrong.

"The person you mentioned, what does he look like, do you remember?"

"If we can catch him, we can prove your innocence and let you go."

Fortunately, the painter doesn't have face blindness, because of his profession, he can't forget people and books.

He hurriedly cooperated with the painter in the county government to describe the image of the person who bought the painting.

(End of this chapter)