The world of Taoism

Chapter 117 Weaving Bureau
Zhou Xuan waved his hand and said: "There is no need to be too polite, behaviors are worthy of encouragement, but you need to think more, and don't become an idiot holding a book of sages."

Zhang Wenxiu and the others had good intentions. They were passionate and wholeheartedly devoted to helping the country, but they were not very good at empathizing.

The officials who distribute the food are just ordinary officials, and the corruption is from the upper class, and he can't stop it.

He was just fulfilling his duties and distributing the food without any corruption, Zhou Xuan knew this.

For ordinary people, Zhou Xuan can sense whether they are lying or not to a certain extent.

This person is sincere in every word, and the rice chaff is paid for by himself, Zhou Xuan can see it from the account book.

In general, there is nothing wrong with both sides, the fault lies with the upper echelons and the imperial court.

Scholars are full of enthusiasm and easily stand out for superficial phenomena, so they are easy to be used by others.

But as long as it is used properly, it is also an extremely powerful force.

"If you really want to plead for the people, I suggest you go to the higher authorities to report it, and you can stop it from the source," Zhou Xuan said.

After layer upon layer of exploitation to this layer, there is no oil or water left, and it is estimated that it will have to be reversed to complete the task.

Of course, some people intensify their efforts to exploit the common people, but it is the superiors who take the most of the money.

For the scholars, Zhou Xuan did not give any hope, how can these people control the evils of the dynasty.

Not to mention them, even if Zhou Xuan came to the temple and possessed modern knowledge, he would be powerless in the face of these accumulated evils.

In many cases, those in power are not "unknown", but "cannot".

"Yes, the students know." Zhang Wenxiu was not as domineering as before.

After Zhou Xuan's point, Zhang Wenxiu understood what was going on.

When I thought that I had wrongly blamed a good person, I felt a little ashamed.

Soon, the scholar left.

Before taking them away, Zhou Xuan had a faint feeling that they would meet again.

The refugees had no one to lead them, and Zhou Xuan and his group were aggressive, so they dispersed.

"What's your name?" Zhou Xuan looked at the little official and said.

This guy is still a small official in middle age, but he is quite smooth in doing things, and he has the meaning of being a capable official.

This kind of person does not lack ability, but only lacks a platform. Given time, he may also be able to become a shepherd.

"He Kun, a native of Fubo County, currently lives in Jiangnan County."

This official looks rich and fat, no wonder he was regarded as a corrupt official at first sight.

Zhou Xuan asked someone to bring a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, wrote on a piece of paper, stamped the official seal and handed it to He Kun.

"With this official document, you can get food at Zhou's house, and it can also be used to notify the government directly."

He Kun suppressed the excitement in his heart, his hands trembling slightly, and took the official document in Zhou Xuan's hand.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, Master Zhou! I will never forget your great kindness." He Kun said excitedly.

In He Kun's eyes, this official document is more important than ten thousand taels of gold.

It is equivalent to giving him a chance to get in touch with the upper class. As long as he does a good job, he may be able to rise to the top.

In He Kun's eyes, Zhou Xuan became a big shot with a deep background.

Who can directly notify the government, which one is not an existence with a deep background.

"Do it well!" Zhou Xuan patted He Kun on the shoulder and left immediately.

Zhou Xuan was just helping out.

If it can be done in the future, then even better.If not, the loss is not great.

Zhou Xuan boarded the carriage and headed to the Weaving Bureau.

The Weaving Bureau is a place dedicated to making silk for the royal family and dignitaries.

Zhou Xuan let those women work here, although they can't be rich and powerful, they can be considered to have no worries about food and clothing.

The carriage came to a luxurious mansion.

This mansion is extremely gorgeous. There are 81 nails in the vermilion gate, glazed tiles like gold, and there are nine dragons playing beads on it.

At first glance, it is extremely magnificent.

The Weaving Bureau belongs to the royal family, so it has the royal standard. If ordinary people use this standard, they may have to be beheaded.

The responsibility of the Weaving Bureau is not only to weave all kinds of official silk.

At the same time, they also have the right to secretly report, and can directly report to the emperor the local customs, prices of money and food, and the transfer of soldiers and horses.

This belongs to the Jiangnan Weaving Branch Bureau, and the general bureau is in the Yangzhou headquarters.

When Zhou Xuan's carriage arrived, the servant hurried in to report.

After a while, the head of internal affairs came out to greet him.

The head of housekeeping is a fat man with a mustache.

Wearing a vermilion official uniform, a gemstone belt, and an emerald wrench on the thumb, the temperament is graceful and luxurious.

The Weaving Bureau is full of oil and water, and I am afraid that a small head of internal affairs has thousands of taels every year.

"Lord Zhou, I've looked up to you for a long time." The head of internal affairs laughed.

"How is the situation?" Zhou Xuan asked.

The head of internal affairs was taken aback for a moment, as if he was not used to Zhou Xuan's straightforward way.

"It's like this..." the head of internal affairs said slowly.

These girls behaved very well and worked very hard, but in recent days, strange things happened in the bureau.

There are some women who start to sleepwalk and talk in their sleep at night, not just one case, but many.

So I found Zhou Xuan and asked him to come over to find out.

"Sleepwalking?" Zhou Xuan thought in his heart.

Then came to the interior of the Weaving Bureau and saw these women in the machine room.

The scars on part of the woman's face had scabbed over, and her expression was no longer numb as before.

Seeing Zhou Xuan coming, a woman with a gentle temperament saluted slowly.

"Meet the benefactor!"

This woman was the woman who was looking for life and death that day.

"How's life here? No one is embarrassing you, right?" Zhou Xuan said with a smile.

"No one is in trouble." The woman smiled.

"How is it possible? This is Master Lian's personal order. How can I embarrass them." The head of internal affairs said nervously.

As one of the directors of the confidential department, he has more power than officials of the same level, and he is considered a party figure in this Jiangnan area.

However, this power is not comparable to the Lianjia who takes everything black and white.

"That's good." Zhou Xuan nodded, and immediately searched the mansion.

After searching for a long time, nothing was found, there was no trace of magic, and there was no smell of ghosts and ghosts. Everything was normal.

"Does someone sleepwalk every night?" Zhou Xuan looked at the head of internal affairs.

"Yes! There were even people lying outside in the morning," said the head of housekeeping.

This incident also brought them a lot of trouble, making people panic.

Once the construction period is delayed, it is the crime of beheading.

That's why they asked Zhou Xuan to come over.

"Sleepwalking..." Zhou Xuan pondered, looking outside the mansion.

……

Night, midnight.Among the woods.

The night is cold, with a breeze blowing from time to time, the branches rustle, and under the reflection of the moonlight, it looks like a monster baring its teeth and claws.

A man in green shirt dressed as a servant sneaked into the woods.

Following the moonlight, one can vaguely see the person's appearance.

The man was short in stature, and had a large number of abscesses on his face. The white and yellow abscesses were stacked together, and there was not a single piece of good skin on his entire face.

Following the movement of the man in the green shirt, the abscess burst open, and the yellow and white sticky pus slid off his face, making his whole face look like the skin of a toad.

……

(Two copies a day of the new issue really don't have much content, I hope you don't keep it, after it's on the shelves

There must be more. )
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