Domineering Daming

The girl also became nervous, she knew that Mao Yujian had a fierce wife at home, so she got up and desperately searched for clothes, and put them on her body.

A middle-aged woman with a bucket waist and luxurious clothes came in angrily, holding a big stick in her hand, followed by four or five big men.

Mao Yujian put on his clothes quickly, and at the same time said with a trembling smile: "Ma'am, listen to me..."

Madam Mao swung her big stick, hit Mao Yujian fiercely, and shouted in a cold voice: "I listen to you, I listen to you..."

"Ah..." the girl shouted, she had just been brought into Mao's house, and now she was huddled in a corner with a face of fear, trembling.

"what……"

This is Mao Yujian. He was beaten on the ground by Mrs. Mao's big stick, screaming again and again: "Madam, Madam, listen to me, I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore..."

"I let you take a concubine! I let you take a concubine!"

Mrs. Mao beat her for a long time, until she was tired, and said roughly: "Go to the ancestral hall and kneel, you are not allowed to eat without my permission! And you little fairy, beat me, beat me!" Half dead, sold to brothel!"

"Master, help me, master..." The girl turned pale and called to Mao Yujian.

Mao Yujian looked scared, he didn't care about Xinna's little concubine, and with a smile on his face, he ran out of the bedroom carefully, went straight to the bedroom and knelt down.

Mrs. Mao beat the concubine again to vent her anger, and then most of the anger was released, and she ate and slept peacefully.

Mao Yujian knelt until midnight, tired, hungry and cold, the hidden self-esteem of a man was finally awakened, he gritted his teeth, his face was hot with hatred, and his eyes were red.

But his shrewd wife came from a big family in the south of the Yangtze River, so he couldn't afford to offend her.

"Why did she come so fast, shouldn't there be three days left..."

Mao Yujian's eyes flickered, he suddenly thought of Gen Jie, turned his head to look at the big man guarding him, and said coldly: "Why did Madam return to Beijing so quickly?"

The big man stared at this "unpromising son-in-law", thought for a while, and said: "The family told Madam through the post station, Madam turned back halfway."

As soon as Mao Yujian heard it, his expression changed, old and new hatred welled up in his heart, and strange literary thoughts gushed out like a spring, with a pig-headed face, he said in a hateful voice: "Prepare me the four treasures of the study, I want to write a playbook!"

Although the big man is Mrs. Mao's servant, he can clearly distinguish the priorities of the matter.

Mao Yujian took the brush and lay down there with an angry look on his face, writing vigorously.

"The place where the courier is delivered, the place where rich officials are called, and millions of dollars are spent..."

"The survey and cooperation of the Ministry of War has been sent out, but not paid in. The gentry handed over the false, and one piece of paper has been washed and made up to four..."

"The servants are as powerful as a tiger, and the lives of the common people are as silk... It can save 40 yuan a year..."

This playbook appeared in Wenzhao Pavilion early the next morning. Zhu Youjian looked at this playbook, pondered for a long time, and called Jiang Dejing and Qian Longxi in to discuss.

Qian Longxi was also surprised by the "ingenuity" of this memorial. After reading it for a long time, he said, "My lord, the station doesn't seem to be of much use. If we save 40 yuan a year, we can indeed do a lot of things."

Zhu Youjian nodded, this was what he wanted, and looked at Jiang Dejing again.

Jiang Dejing also thought in his heart that it could be dismissed, but if it was the same as what Qian Longxi said, he would not be able to show his ability. He pondered and said: "My lord, the post station was established by the Taizu. It is an ancestral system and should not be moved lightly."

Zhu Youjian frowned when he heard it, and the balance in his heart was tilted towards Jiang Dejing, and said: "Well, what Jiang Qing said is true, then this memorial will not be sent to the Supervisor of Rituals."

Chapter 390

Mao Yujian knelt in the ancestral hall until noon, he was so hungry that he was allowed to stand up, and he was very depressed while eating.

No matter how big the official is or how much the money is in the capital, there is no one who does not accept a few concubines, this is the appearance!

He is also a majestic censor now, although his position is not high, he is respected for his authority, but he can't hold his head high in this respect.

The more he ate, the more depressed and angry he became, and he couldn't help that tigress, which made him even more depressed and unable to swallow.

"My lord, my lord."

Mao Yujian was feeling depressed when a manager rushed in and said, "Your playbook has been sent back."

Mao Yujian was taken aback for a moment, took a look at it, and immediately became furious.

Wen Zhaoge's reply on the playbook has only five words: "The ancestral system cannot be abolished".

Mao Yujian was already on fire in his heart, when he saw these words, his face became ferocious, and he gritted his teeth and said in a hateful voice: "The post station is so expensive that it has become the private property of rich merchants and officials, why can't this kind of policy that is disastrous to the country and the people be abolished?" !"

He sat there panting, his chest heaved, his eyes flickered, he threw the playbook on the ground fiercely, wiped his mouth, and strode outside.

He knew that he was alone and weak, and he needed help.

Not long after, he came to Liu Mao's mansion. Liu Mao was talking with a few friends there, mainly talking about the corruption of the court, the treachery in power, and the difficulty of being a gentleman.

Mao Yujian strode in and said in a deep voice, "Brother Liu, I think the post station has caused serious damage and must be abandoned."

Liu Mao and the others were startled, and then a censor came to his senses.

"What Brother Mao said is very true. I also saw a few days ago that a sixth-rank official from Taipu Temple asked the post station to send three large truckloads of goods to Zhejiang without paying anything. Treat his servants with good wine and good food along the way, this trip will cost hundreds of taels of silver at the very beginning!"

"It's more than that. Every year, the post station has to allocate millions of taels of silver. The whereabouts of this silver is unknown. Where can it be used?"

"Yes, if it is abolished, at least this amount of money can be left every year. Now that Wen Zhao Pavilion is saving everywhere, why is it so wasteful?"

Liu Mao listened to the conversation of several people, and his heart was moved, thoughtful.

As soon as Mao Yujian heard it, he was really like-minded, so he said loudly: "Brother Liu, colleagues, if you don't wait for me to write a letter, please abolish the station!"

"That's right, the courier's place is indeed very poisonous, and it should be abolished."

"It's not as good as chicken ribs, the consumption is too large, it can be abolished!"

"If it can save millions every year, why doesn't the court abolish it!"

Mao Yujian was overjoyed when he heard this, and his heart was surging. With so many people supporting him, Wen Zhaoge couldn't stop it!He looked at Liu Mao. This place is Liu Mao with the oldest qualifications and the strongest "combat strength", and he still needs to nod.

Liu Mao thought about it for a while, and it was indeed the case. The post station was completely useless, and it was all the private belongings of rich officials and officials. What's the use of it?

"Okay, I'll write it!" Liu Mao stood up and said proudly.

Mao Yujian and a group of people were overjoyed and gathered in Liu Mao's study to come up with ideas, moisten the ink, and create a freshly released playbook.

Liu Mao, Mao Yujian and a group of people sent the memorial, but they didn't stop there. They were gearing up, preparing to fight against those who opposed it, and get a big "clear name".

This memorial appeared on Zhu Youjian's desk in a blink of an eye. Zhu Youjian received two memorials about the post station within a day. He was also very surprised. He sat in the classroom and looked at Liu Mao's Playing the book, he looked hesitant.

"About seven or eight out of ten of the prefectures and counties in the world are trapped in post stations, but only two tenths of post stations are used for official business, and eight out of ten are used for private affairs!"

"Cutting off post delivery can save hundreds of thousands of money every year!"

"The matter of post delivery is the most harmful to the people, so we need to go early!"