hotmtlnovel Chapter 354: Uncle Ben is going crazy
Chapter 354: Uncle Ben is going crazy
Chapter 354: Uncle Ben is going crazy
Following Yuanyou's sixth year of Daxia's trial of Kaihai policy, the number of Xiyi traveling to and from Daxia soon reached an extremely exaggerated number.
The capital is the political, economic, and cultural center of Daxia. There are as many as 890 Xiyi people who have registered for temporary residence permits in Shuntian Prefecture.
This is not counting the vassal states of the Celestial Dynasty. There are at least more than [-] foreigners living in the capital.
After Cao Jiugong listened to Jia Cong's advice, the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.
"Bo Yongfeng's suggestion is very good, don't suggest it next time."
Are you kidding me?
This group of Xiyi is now a cash cow. According to Daxia's current system, their tax rate is three times that of the people of Daxia, and the tax they pay to Shuntian Mansion every year is at least one million taels.
This is not counting the tariffs they paid when they went to and from Daxia and entered the customs, that was tens of millions of taels of silver.The Ministry of Households is still waiting for these Xiyi to send money to the bank. If he captures and chops up Xiyi, Lin Ruhai will not skin him.
Jia Cong was full of resentment, and said resentfully: "Could it be that my idea is not good? Cut the mess quickly, and it's almost time to go to Chunwei. If something happens, Cao Dudu will be punished."
"But if I catch and kill those Xiyi people, and the household department can't collect the money, your father-in-law will kill me with a knife."
Cao Jiugong was a little helpless. The imperial court now spent too much money. As the number of land tax reductions and exemptions increased in the past two years, the source of finance and taxation gradually turned to maritime trade and commercial taxes. It was he, the dragon guard who could stop crying at night. The governor must also act with caution when commanding his envoys.
He rubbed his forehead: "Okay, leave this matter alone, Uncle Yongfeng, I will let someone investigate."
Zhang Zhengju clasped his fists and said, "Captain Cao, Dali Temple hopes to join hands with Long Jianwei to investigate the case, and please allow it."
Cao Jiugong nodded and replied: "That's fine, too many people are involved in this case, and the Long Guard alone can't find out. Zhang Shaoqing, we are like this. The Dali Temple is in the open, and our Long Guard is in the dark. Sing a big play that scares the grass and scares the snake to explore the way..."
The plan is also simple, put the case directly on the surface, and the people of Dali Temple will investigate everywhere with great fanfare.
Including the suspected businessmen from Xiyi and Southern Xinjiang, people from Dali Temple all visited and questioned one by one, and looked at the reactions of these people without warning.
Of course, those who should be on guard have to be on guard. With a wave of his big hand, Cao Jiugong recruited people from all over the country, intending to spread the spies of the Dragon Guards all over the capital.
As long as there is enough commotion in Dali Temple, there will always be people who can't sit still.Then the Dragon Guard hiding in the dark can make a move, and those who can't sit still will naturally lead the Dragon Guard, and then just follow the vine.
None of this required Jia Cong to do anything, but Jia Cong asked Cao Jiugong to do him a small favor when he parted.
When it's time to collect the net, the Long Guard must be a little "merciful" and keep those involved in the case who are proficient in craftsman skills, he will be of great use.
The Great Xia Royal Military Academy will be officially opened after the new year, and the Royal Academy of Sciences, which he has planned for a long time, has not yet come to fruition.
Learn from the barbarians to control the barbarians, take the essence and discard the dross. When the time comes, there will be a big explosion of Chinese and Western technology. I don’t believe that I can’t do those red, yellow, and green hairs that have not been civilized for a long time...
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At the end of the year, I am thinking of the kitchen king, and the melon and ingot are all maltose.
Why do you need so much sticky mouth, buy a first order for children to taste.
Jia Cong stuffed a freshly made maltose into Xichun's hand, and walked slowly down the street with the excited little girl.
Today, as we hold sacrifices to the stove, the New Year atmosphere in the capital becomes even stronger.Shuntian Prefecture has not even charged entry fees these days, and Zhengyang Street is crowded with small vendors taking advantage of the good New Year's Day to make money.
Jia Cong and Xichun escorted Daiyu into the palace to have an audience with them, and the two brothers and sisters hung out and played at the New Year Fair on Zhengyang Street.
As a child, even though there is no shortage of everything in the house, Xichun is still dazzled by the dazzling array of small commodities and toys in front of her.
Jia Cong didn't bother her either, except for the food that didn't look clean, as long as Xichun liked it, he would buy several copies of it, so there are so many sisters in the family.
"Third brother, there are monsters!"
Xichun suddenly hid and hid in Jia Cong's arms, pointing to a stall not far in front of her.
Jia Cong looked in the direction of her finger and grinned.
He rubbed Xichun's little head, and said with a smile, "That's not a monster, it's a Westerner. It's the same as us, except that the hair and eye color are different. Let's go, brother will take you to see this 'monster'."
Before the brothers reached the stall, Jia Cong's face became gloomy.
Because there were bursts of chanting in his ears:
"My father in heaven, I wish that your name will be seen as holy, that your kingdom will be present, and that your will will be carried out on earth as it is in heaven.
I hope you, be with me today, my daily bread; forgive me my debts, as I also forgive my debtors; do not allow me to fall into temptation, but save me from evil.Ya Meng. "
"Jesus, Mary, Joseph, I give my heart, my soul, my life to you
Jesus, Mary, Joseph, help me when I am dying.
Jesus, Mary, Joseph, grant me the grace of death in you. "
……
Every time a scripture is read, these blond and blue-eyed yellow-haired missionaries will present eggs, rice, etc. to the people who follow them.
At this time, no less than a hundred people were crowded in front of the small stall, and more people rushed over to join the line of chanting scriptures and receiving eggs and rice.
As the number of people gathered in front of the stall increased, Jia Cong's face became increasingly difficult to look at.
He stopped, called for his soldiers to whisper a few words to him, the soldiers folded their fists and retreated away, then took Xichun's hand and continued to move forward.
In fact, Jia Cong really wanted the soldiers to directly overthrow the stalls of these missionaries and throw them into the prison of Shuntian Mansion.
But these people who receive eggs and rice grains cannot understand the harm of foreign religions. They only know that they can receive ten eggs and ten catties of white rice by following these foreign monks and chanting scriptures.
Whoever makes them unable to get eggs and white rice is their enemy, not even Jia Cong, the imperial cat.
Jia Cong took Xichun's hand and walked forward slowly, the crowd automatically gave way.
He originally planned to take his sister to the palace for a stroll on the street, so naturally he came out wearing an official uniform.
The people in the capital are still very familiar with this Lord Yumao. When they saw the fat orange cat pattern on his purple robe, they immediately stepped aside.
The brave ones would greet Jia Cong, and Jia Cong nodded in response.
The common people were happy to deal with this noble man with a strange personality, but the missionaries were different.
Seeing Jia Cong approaching with his own soldiers, he subconsciously wanted to run away.
Because Daxia has not yet allowed Western missionaries to preach in Daxia, they came to Beijing in the name of merchants this time, and they couldn't even build churches, so they could only rent shops to preach secretly.
A few days ago at the temple fair, I saw monks from Daxiangguo Temple giving rice and grain to the poor, so I came up with such a trick, using it to spread the word.
"My lord, we didn't preach..."
The soldiers of the Rongguo Mansion are basically men who were killed on the battlefield. When they stood in front of the stall with their hands on the handles of their knives, these missionaries panicked.
One of the younger yellow-haired ones subconsciously opened his mouth, and Jia Cong chuckled: "Benbo said that you are preaching? Since you are not preaching, then what are you doing?"
"My lord, we are new here, and we just want to give some small gifts to the people in the capital, and attract customers for our shops."
The elderly missionary in the middle bowed to Jia Cong, dressed in a Catholic priest's uniform, and bowed nondescriptly. Jia Cong sneered in his heart: Is it a gift, then I will watch you give it!
He asked his soldiers to find two chairs from the shop facing the street and put them directly inside the stall.
Then a brazier was set up at the feet, and the brothers and sisters watched the fun while warming up the fire.
"You guys continue to send gifts. Uncle Ben has already sent people to help you attract customers. Don't worry about no one coming. Uncle Ben's appeal is quite strong, and 8000 people are not a problem."
The faces of these missionaries are all black. If there are 8000 people, how many eggs and rice should be given away?
Give it away, it's all white money.
Don't send them off, the soldiers of Rongguo Mansion are right behind them.
Seeing that these yellow hairs were in a daze and did not move for a long time, the people who gathered around the stall to watch the excitement were not happy.
They heard that there was a fool on Zhengyang Street delivering eggs and rice, so they came here and waited in line for a long time, why didn't they deliver?
"Is it still free? Didn't you say that you will send eggs and rice after chanting the scriptures?"
"It's not chanting, it's not chanting..."
The older missionary quickly interrupted the man's shouting, glanced secretly at Jia Cong, who was feeding Xichun baked potatoes, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and motioned to the two people beside him with his eyes.
At this time, I didn't even read the scriptures. I started counting the eggs and filling them with rice, and handed them to the people in line with heartache.
In just a quarter of an hour, Zhengyang Street began to be blocked by carriages.
Jia Cong's appeal is so great that 8000 people are nothing.
The line in front of the stall quickly turned into a long line of three, the kind that couldn't be seen at a glance.
Moreover, these people were not just ordinary people with decent family backgrounds. The beggars in the capital learned from Jia Cong's soldiers that someone was spreading rice and grain on Zhengyang Street, and they all ran over.
Ten thousand eight thousand?If it weren't for the fact that the soldiers only had one mouth, one hundred and eighty thousand could be called over.
The missionary watched more and more people waiting to receive eggs and rice, and the cold sweat on his forehead could not be wiped off.
When the eggs and rice that had been prepared were delivered, the elderly missionary said to Jia Cong anxiously: "My lord, the delivery is over, we plan to collect it..."
Before he finished speaking, Jia Cong looked at him with a smile on his hands: "Want to close the stall and leave? How can I do that? Benbo called everyone here, you will go now, isn't this slapping Benbo in the face?"
The missionary was in a hurry: "But all the gifts we prepared have been delivered?"
"It's okay, Ben Bo has sent people to your 'store' to pick it up. If you don't have enough rice and eggs, then you can exchange it with silver? Today, you have to give it if you don't, otherwise you are deceiving Ben Bo. Knowing that the last time you beat Ben Bo How is the person with the face now?"
The smile on Jia Cong's face slowly disappeared, and he became indifferent.
"There was once a county king's son who wanted to slap me in the face. I sank their family in the river and sent them off with ten cannons. Do you want to customize a one-stop funeral service for you, too? It's free. ,Do you want?"
He lifted up a corner of the red coat, revealing the jade handle of the Yanling Saber at his waist, and said coldly, "Give it to me, if you make me unhappy today, then don't blame me for getting mad!"
The three yellow-haired missionaries all took a step back in fright, and looked at the people watching in horror.
Although they came to the capital not long ago, they are also the few people in the capital who are the least offended by the people of Daxia.
"Quiet Street Tiger" Zhongshun King Liu Ke, the son of the sage, Rong Guohou Jia She, and the emperor's own son, Uncle Yong Feng, the imperial cat Jia Cong...
If you offend the noble officials of the general Great Xia, the imperial court will take care of it.
Offended these three, the emperor of Daxia will help dig a hole to bury them.
The soldiers of the Rongguo Mansion who went to Dongshi City with the golden order directly dispatched two teams of patrolling guards to block the small courtyard of the shop rented by the missionaries. All the gold and silver were taken away, and they were taken to the shop next door to buy rice, grain and eggs.
Carloads of rice, grain and eggs arrived on Zhengyang Street, and people from Wucheng Bingma Division also came to help.Jia Shiyi followed Jia Cong's instructions and directly sealed off half the street for queuing.
The number of people waiting to receive eggs and rice has exceeded [-], and the carriages transporting rice and eggs have not stopped for a moment.
The missionaries had received news from their slaves that the gold and silver in the shop had been replaced by rice, grains and eggs. However, they had no choice but to obey the orders of the "devil" sitting behind them, mechanically pack rice and eggs, and hand them over. For those in line.
Fortunately, there are still a lot of bank notes hidden in the dark, and their missionary career will not die because they do not have the support of money...
Nuan Yang climbed to the middle of the sky, Jia Cong got up suddenly, smiled and said to the captain of the Forbidden Army patrolling the city who came to help: "This is for you, you must watch them finish the 'gift'."
"Uncle, don't worry, the general will definitely watch them deliver it with his own eyes, so that he won't miss his kindness."
Before Jia Cong left, he waved to the people who were receiving rice grains, and everyone shouted for Uncle to go slowly and send him off respectfully.
When he was about to reach the gate of the palace, Jia Shixi handed over a stack of banknotes to Jia Cong: "Third Lord, this is what the Imperial Army found in those Huangmaoyi shops. In addition to buying rice and giving tea to the remaining Imperial Army brothers, Money, and 2 taels."
"Oh, missionaries are indeed the richest people in the West!"
Jia Cong waved his hand: "Take it and donate it to the nursing home. The money is all bloody, so let's use it for charity."
These missionaries are benevolent and bright on the surface, but in fact, bah!It's dirty to say the least!
They burned even their own people, not to mention the people of the colonies.It is estimated that the money they brought to Daxia to prepare for missionary work was carried with the blood and tears of the indigenous people in the colonies.
Jia Cong took Xichun's little hand, and the servants who came to greet him took the boxes from the soldiers and walked into the palace.
The hustle and bustle outside the palace seemed to be separated by the palace wall, and Jia Cong's heart slowly calmed down in the solemn and quiet palace.
"Xiao Gonggong, is Your Majesty in the Qinzheng Palace?"
Xiao Xiazi replied respectfully: "If you go back to uncle, the emperor is discussing matters with the cabinet ministers in the Palace of Qinzheng, and the emperor ordered the slaves to go to the East Palace first when the uncle enters the palace. His Royal Highness is waiting for you. "
Jia Cong shook his head: "All the princes in the cabinet are here? That's just right, I just encountered an interesting thing, and I'm going to have a good talk with your majesty and the cabinet elders."
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Let’s stop here today and continue tomorrow, good night!
(End of this chapter)