Martial Arts: I just want to lie flat, I make all bad friends

Chapter 78

Junior nephew Linghu? !
Bai Xiuzhu's eyes widened.

Look at the man lying on the ground.

Being able to be called by Uncle Fu by this name, the identity of that man is naturally revealed.

The senior brother of Huashan School.

Yue Buqun's chief disciple.

Linghu Chong!
"Uncle Fu, are you sure he is Linghu Chong?!"

Bai Xiuzhu couldn't believe it, and for a moment his tone sounded more like questioning than questioning.

Crunchy!

Who can tell him what the hell is going on?

After Tian Boguang was killed by Li Xunhuan, Linghu Chong was also lying here half dead?
Fu Bo also acted in disbelief.

He stepped forward and looked at it carefully, until he pulled out the long sword placed by the bed before he finally came to a conclusion.

"Master, this is indeed the corpse of Nephew Linghu. This sword is the sword given to Linghu Chong by Mrs. Ning Shiyue. I will not admit it wrong!"

Bai Xiuzhu looked back at Chang Wencong.

"Prefect Chang, what's going on here?"

The expression on Chang Wencong's face was also unbearable.

I saw that his old face became more and more haggard, and there were even bloodshot eyes.

"Master Bai, to tell the truth, my tax revenue from Baoding should have been paid to the capital a few years ago."

According to the original regulations, the court tax payment was divided into two parts.

Once in the summer and once in the fall.

In summer, it should be delivered to the capital by the end of June, and in autumn by the end of November.

What I'm afraid of is that it's freezing in some places and it's impossible to transport tax money due to weather problems.

However, due to the cold wave last year, the entire Ming Dynasty began to snow almost in November.

The court was also worried that too much snow would cause unnecessary losses.

A franchise was issued, and last year's autumn tax will be sent to the capital in the spring of this year.

Baoding is no exception.

This was a good thing, and Chang Wencong followed suit.

The day before yesterday, the team that guarded the tax bank was sent out.

According to the usual practice, these people will send someone back to report every time they arrive at a post station to ensure the safety of the tax bank.

Unexpectedly, no one has come back to report the news.

Chang Wencong, who has been the prefect of Baoding for several years, will soon be promoted to the capital.

If there is a problem with something as big as transporting tax money, let alone promotion, you will be lucky to keep your job.

Therefore, he did not dare to delay at all and immediately sent someone to investigate.

As a result, a carriage transporting tax money was found not far outside Baoding City, but the 150 million taels of tax money loaded on the cart disappeared.

No one was spared in the team transporting tax money.

When counting those corpses, they accidentally discovered that Linghu Chong, the first disciple of Mount Hua, was also lying there.
Maybe it's because their own strength is still stronger than those officers and soldiers.

Linghu Chong did not die on the spot, and Chang Wecong immediately brought him back to Baoding for treatment.

After hearing this, Bai Xiuzhu's eyes flashed with surprise.

"In other words, someone robbed the tax bank, and then Linghu Chong was accidentally affected?"

Chang Wencong shook his head and nodded.

"I don't know for the moment whether someone went for the tax money and he was implicated, or whether someone went for him and robbed the tax money by the way."

Bai Xiuzhu was speechless.

Chang Wencong said what he said, but he didn't seem to say it
He looked at Forbe again with questioning eyes.

Uncle Fu nodded slightly: "According to the reply from Huashan, it was indeed said that someone would be sent to come first, presumably it must be Nephew Linghu."

Chang Wencong was sweating again on his forehead at this moment.

"Master Bai, there is something I need to discuss with you."

"So that means that the tax money is gone and Linghu Chong is also injured. The reason why Chang Wecong asked you to go is because it has something to do with the Huashan faction?"

Li Xunhuan shook his head when he saw Linghu Chong being brought out by Uncle Fu and Bai Xiuzhu.

Bai Xiuzhu sighed: "Not only that, he also hopes that I can help him fill the tax deficit."

Li Xun Huan laughed lightly after hearing this.

"The Chang Zhifu has a good plan. As long as the tax money can be transported to the capital, there will be no robbery, and his official position can be kept. Afterwards, he only needs to use the pressure of the Huashan faction to investigate the case again. "

Bai Xiuzhu nodded in agreement.

Li Xunhuan guessed Chang Wencong's thoughts.

It would be best if the murderer could be tracked down, and the tax money could also be used to supply Bai Xiuzhu.

This matter is completely overturned.

Even if he can't catch up, as long as Bai Xiuzhu can help him pay the tax, his road to promotion will not be shaken in the slightest!

Li Xunhuan suddenly thought of Zhang Shiming's previous actions.

"Then why did Zhang Shiming let me come?"

"Because the tax robber is a master!"

Bai Xiuzhu said frankly.

"Although I just got the "Treasure of Lianhua" not long ago, I only have a half-knowledge of medical skills, but the corpses of the dead officers and soldiers and Linghu Chong's injuries are very obvious. "

Li Xunhuan touched his chin.

"Linghu Chong is also the first disciple of the Huashan Sect. I heard that he also entered the Xiantian last year. Even if he just entered the Xiantian, if he can beat him unconscious with one palm, he is at least a master."

Then he glanced at Bai Xiuzhu again: "Then are you going to help him?"

Bai Xiuzhu smiled leisurely at this time.

"Help him? It's already a good thing that I didn't settle the accounts with him last time. Why do you still help him? My money didn't come from the strong wind."

The corner of Li Xun Huan's mouth also curled into a smile.

"It seems that our Governor Chang is going to be in bad luck this time."

In the government office.

Zhang Shiming bent over and asked softly in Chang Wencong's ear.

"Prefect, this Mr. Bai is unwilling to help, what should we do now?"

Chang Wencong struggled for a while on his face.

Then he took out a letter from his sleeve and stared at it for a long time before speaking.

"Shiming, how long have you been with me?"

"Back to the magistrate, a total of 32 years and seven months, ever since you brought Shi Ming out of that village, Shi Ming dare not forget even a single day."

In the early years, Chang Wecong was just a small county magistrate who served as an official in a remote county.

To be able to get to the position of prefect today is one step at a time.

Now it is about to be promoted.

Once promoted, it means that he will soon enter the circle of power in the capital.

There are many big guys gathered there, and there are more opportunities. If you catch one, it means prosperity and wealth.

But at the same time also faced a problem.

Stand in line!

As for why he doesn't have this difficulty now?
Because if you don't enter the capital, you are not even qualified to stand in line.

"Shiming, do you mind being called the eunuch's minions in the future?"

Zhang Shiming was shocked.

They are all normal men. Under normal circumstances, who is willing to stand on the eunuch's side?
After all, it doesn't sound ordinary unpleasant.

But Chang Wencong meant it.
Zhang Shiming seemed to have guessed what Chang Wencong was thinking, and his originally bent body became even more bent.

"Everything depends on the orders of the prefect."

Chang Wecong also seemed to have made a big decision, and handed the letter in his hand to Zhang Shiming.

"In this case, Shiming, you can send this letter to Eunuch Cao of Dongchang. This is ours, and you can vote for it!"

(End of this chapter)