Son of Song Dynasty

Chapter 75

In the workshop where the Ministry of Industry will work as a supervisor, Wang Zixing, the leader of the team, shouted loudly and directed his subordinates.

"Surround all the front and rear openings, and don't let a single one go!"

"The government runs a business! Anyone who dares to refuse to obey will be beaten to death, as long as he is not beaten to death!"

Dozens of guards from the Prince's Mansion of Tianshui County, as well as more than 20 officials temporarily transferred from the State Administration of Taxation, filled the small courtyard to the brim.

The more than 20 Yinfang workers inside had not gotten up to start work at this time, and they were blocked on the Datong bunk. They all thought they had encountered a robber, and they were scared like chickens one by one.

When they just broke in, there were more than a dozen Yinfang Nursing House who tried to resist, but in a blink of an eye, they were rushed up and beaten with sticks all over the ground, begging for mercy, and finally had to squat on the ground obediently, which was completely honest.

In the entire Yinfang, there was only one official who was in charge of the Yinfang. Although he was terrified to death, he still did not forget his duty. Have the courage to negotiate with him: "Do you know what this place is? Dare to come here to rob, and die? Why don't you hurry back!"

Wang Zixing sneered, and rolled his eyes at the steward: "Look at how stupid you are asking, if you don't know where this is, I brought so many people here early in the morning, is it to catch the morning market? Come to the morning market, you don’t have any tea soup pancakes here!”

The steward of the Yinfang was irritated by Wang Zixing's arrogance, pointed at his nose and said loudly: "Since you know that this is the Yinfang of the Ministry of Industry, where salt notes are printed, you should know that looting this place is like attacking the government office. Let's go together and rebel!"

Wang Zixing didn't follow suit at all, curled his lips and said mockingly: "You should keep the big hat of rebellion for yourself! We are government officials, and we are ordered to confiscate criminal property and ask criminals. If you dare to resist, That’s really called rebellion!”

At this moment, the steward of Yinfang was really stunned, and said in amazement: "What order is it? Is there an official document as proof?"

"Since it is a government official business, of course there are official documents." Wang Zixing took out a piece of paper from his arms, spread it out with a shake of his hand, and showed it in front of the manager of Yinfang.

The steward of Yinfang leaned closer and squinted his eyes to read: "Whenever there is a big event, there is calmness..."

Wang Zixing couldn't help being startled, and quickly took back the paper: "It's wrong, it's not this,"

He was very nervous before he was about to go out for action in the morning, so he wrote "every major event is calm" on a piece of paper and kept it close to his body to remind himself not to panic, but he didn't expect to make mistakes in the chaos.

"It's this, it's this." Wang Zixing wiped the sweat from his brow, and took out another piece of paper from his pocket.

This time it was an official document with a real big red seal.

"Imperially ordered the envoy to raise the deed tax, supervised by the State Administration of Taxation, and Zhao Dezhao, the king of Tianshui County——"

The steward of Yinfang had just read the long list of titles on the official document, and before he had time to read the text, an official from the State Administration of Taxation rushed over and reported to Wang Zixing: "Master Assistant, I found it! I found it!" caught!"

After finishing speaking, the official handed over a stack of tax invoices to Wang Zixing with both hands.

Wang Zixing took the stack of tax stamps in his hand and looked carefully, and found that no matter the paper of the tax stamps or the patterns and fonts on the face of the tax stamps, everything was exquisitely done, enough to distinguish the real ones from the real ones. The real tax stamps are even better. The printing quality is really excellent. It is worthy of the printing workshop under the Ministry of Industry, which gathers the best printing craftsmen in the Song Dynasty.

Immediately afterwards, another official with a happy face rushed to report: "The printing plate has also been found! There are every denomination, half-pass, one-pass, two-pass, five-pass, and ten-pass. See you!"

"All the criminal evidence has been found, so you don't need to read any official documents."

Wang Zixing snatched the official document from the hand of the Yinfang steward, stared into his eyes and said coldly:

"I have one thing that I don't understand. May I ask the official printing workshop under the Ministry of Industry, apart from printing salt banknotes, when did it also take over the job of printing tax stamps? Our State Administration of Taxation seems to have no shortage. Tax stamps, let alone find you Yinfang to help with this, right?"

The manager of Yinfang's face was ashen, he lowered his head and pursed his mouth tightly, without saying a word, it seemed that he was about to die.

Wang Zixing didn't have the patience to chat with him, so he beckoned a somewhat wretched-looking man, and told him, "Come and ask him on my behalf, how many tax invoices were printed in total, and who ordered them? Within a few minutes, the officer will get a confession with a handprint and a handprint."

The wretched man responded loudly, turned around and kicked the steward of the printing workshop into a side room, followed by a scribe who was in charge of recording. cry.

This person was originally a public official in Kaifeng Mansion who specialized in torture and torture. Later, he was dismissed from his job for some reason. Make full use of your expertise.

Sure enough, in just a short breath, Wang Zixing got a piece of written statement, shook it open for a quick glance, sneered, and immediately issued a series of new instructions.

"Leave [-] people here to guard, don't move anything, don't let people run away, and don't let the news go out."

"The rest of the people follow me to the next house!"

Wang Zixing paused for a moment, stretched out his hand and pointed out the wretched man who is good at torture: "You, you come too!"

He patted the man on the shoulder, with a smile on his face: "Work hard, I have plenty of room for you today!"

……

At almost the same moment when the Gongbu Yinfang on the bank of the Bian River was in a commotion, a great commotion was also taking place in the court hall of the Jiying Hall.

Not long after the meeting started, Zhao Kuangyin made an excuse:
"Wang Zhongqin of Tianshui County is the country, and the taxation has been quite effective recently. In less than 30 days, he has already collected [-] yuan in taxes."

"What's even more rare is that although the tax is collected from the people, it can make the market safe, the scholars and the people will not complain, and all industries will not be disturbed. The king of Tianshui County has made such great contributions to the court's finances. I think all the lovers have seen it , there will be no objection?"

None of the ministers responded, only a few ministers moved their lips and took half a step under their feet, as if they wanted to say something, but finally they all shrank back.

None of the courtiers who could stand in this hall were stupid. Everyone could tell that the Holy Emperor was not seriously asking the ministers what they thought of his son.

The most important thing is that he really can't find the fault of the King of Tianshui. If he insists on standing up against the Holy Majesty even though he knows it's unreasonable, then it's not called honesty, but purely uncomfortable.

Zhao Kuangyin felt very satisfied, and was about to take advantage of the situation to propose a commendation to Zhao Dezhao.

At this time, a fierce voice suddenly exploded in the hall.

"I have objections!"

(End of this chapter)