Xie Ming

Chapter 504: Food Transfer Order

Continued from the previous article
"Imperial Secretary Liao!"

"Ah!"

"It's not that we, Old Ma, don't cooperate!"

"It's really unnecessary to go to such lengths to accuse you of a few grain transfer orders!"

When Ma Weimin saw that Liao Geng only had some grain transfer documents as his trump card, he did not take it seriously and acted as if he had nothing to fear.

Seeing this, Censor Liao gnashed his teeth, and looked at the officials sitting on the wall in the hall. He felt that the situation was even more embarrassing, so he became furious, slammed the table, stood up, and pointed a finger at Ma Weimin's face!

"Ma is for the people!"

"We have irrefutable evidence in our hands, yet you are still so wicked!"

"I think you know your mistakes but cannot change them. You are openly defying the imperial court. Do you really think that I, Liao Gengshen, can't deal with you today?!"

"Even if I, Liao, am not important enough, I still have the Inspectorate, the Inspection Team, and the Emperor's order behind me!"

"Which one is not enough to execute you, Ma Weimin?!"

Liao Gengshen's original intention was to provoke the criminals and make a profit from it.

But at this moment, he was not careful and was caught up in the conversation first.

At this moment, the man was standing in the hall, guarding Liao Geng on the right. Suddenly, he came to his senses after being shouted at, and his heart trembled. He felt very regretful, and sweat kept oozing from his forehead!

And while he was right in the middle of the enemy's misfortune, Ma Weimin privately had no time to gloat over the other's misfortune!

He had nothing to be afraid of, so while he was arguing, his pair of thieving eyes were fixed elsewhere!
"Determined"

"Why is this happening again!"

"I, Old Ma, usually deal with a lot of different people, but I just can't figure it out!"

"You, the Great Censor Liao, should have no previous grudges against me, right?!"

"What a spirit, man!"

"What inspection team, what inspection office? Anyway, I am a bachelor and my family has died out!"

"You must kill me!"

"Come!"

"I'll give you my head!"

"Why are you talking about these useless things!"

Be obedient, Ma Weimin is playing the game of underworld and is very tough.

But as he said this, he acted pretentiously and glanced at Lin Zhiwan in a very subtle way.

There seemed to be a lot of hidden secrets. The look on his face showed that he was indeed Lin Zhiwan, the doctor of the Ministry of Revenue. He was also trying to find out whether the person behind him would support him and act as a guarantor!
After all, no matter what, Ma Weimin is just a fifth-rank official.

If there was no real Buddha secretly involved, there would be no need for an inspection team, let alone one sent by the Holy Emperor.

Just looking at the censor Liao Geng himself, he was already in big trouble for accusing Old Ma of the grain transfer order!

On the other hand, Lin Zhiwan was staring at Ma Weimin with his eyes wide open and his ears pricked up. He had just listened to Ma Weimin talking about whether the family would be wiped out or not, and his expression was complicated.

At this moment, looking up at Ma Weimin's hook-like look, he felt even more headache and distressed. His brows were furrowed, as if he had swallowed a fly alive!

It's hard to express your opinion when you are in a dilemma, and you are stuck in a dilemma!
"Cough, cough, cough, cough"

During the conversation, seeing that the audit was deadlocked again, the chairman Yuan Wenzhong had to open his voice again to interfere.

"Just be patient! Huh?!"

"Don't be impatient!"

At the same time, Yuan Qianshi first leaned over to where Liao Geng was standing, raised his arm and pressed his palm, motioning him to sit down.

Liao Geng's predicament could be resolved, so Shun hurriedly listened to it.

Following the situation, Yuan Wenzhong straightened his head and turned around, then spoke again.

"Ma Weimin!"

"You are being tried in court, and this is a matter of public opinion!"

"This is a matter of great importance to the overall situation!"

"Imperial Censor Liao has a bad temper, but my Inspectorate, including my colleagues in the inspection team, have no intention of wronging you!"

"You don't have to say anything angry!"

"When asked anything, I will tell you everything I know!"

"Well, just like what Censor Liao said, regarding the relief grain in Changzhou, how do you explain those grain transfer documents?!"

"Just say whatever you want to say!"

"Call everyone in the hall so that they can all have an understanding! Ah?!" Yuan Wenzhong tried his best to mediate and, as for Ma Weimin's removal, he did not criticize him too much out of friendship with his colleagues and acted completely like a peacemaker.

Hearing this, Ma Weimin let out a sigh of relief, struggling to survive.
"Ugh!"

"Yuan Chenshi, Yuan Laoyou"

"If you insist on me telling you something, then I will just pour out my grievances to you!"

"To be honest, I, Ma Weimin, really don't want to do this job as the grain commissioner!"

"I can't do it anymore!"

"Well, just tell me, in recent years when I was in office, the grain that I handled, regardless of whether it was military grain, tax grain, or grain for disaster relief or for the purpose of helping the prefectures!"

"It's always better to pack it in a pile!"

"On paper, there isn't tens of millions of shi, haha, but I'm afraid there must be several million shi!"

"Here, throughout the year, the government offices of the imperial court and various prefectures have to pay for food and necessities, right?!"

"In previous years, grain was transferred from the south to the north. This year, it was transported by water to help the war in Shandong."

"For big accounts like these, he needs money, food, people, transportation and allocation for everything!"

"Well, of course, it also includes the military rations for the four towns in northern Jiang, the relief rations for natural and man-made disasters in various places, the food rations between the prefectures, and so on!"

“Loss, spoilage, transportation, storage”

"Which one of these is it? He has to approve the note, right?!"

"Oh, just now I said that we, Old Ma, have a lot of food and money, a mountain of gold and silver!"

"The notes he issues every day are enough to fill an entire house for Censor Liao, and he's still not happy about it!"

"Now you take some scraps of paper and say that you have my signature and you want to do this and that."

"Yes!"

"Due to its geographical advantages, Jiangning County has been helping Nanzhili collect taxes and grain from some prefectures in Jiangnan in recent years!"

"But I, Ma Weimin, am just a grain official in Jiangning County!"

"The higher-ups have assigned me food vouchers, and I just do the work as ordered!"

"If you want to check the accounts, you should report it to your superiors instead of putting all the blame on me!"

Ma Weimin calculated the words, trying his best to confuse the language and distance himself from the matter.

However, what he said seems to be mostly reasonable, and the words are rough but the logic is there.

"Uh"

"Having said that"

"However, since you approved the grain transfer order, why hasn't the grain been delivered to the disaster-stricken county yet?"

"You have to give an explanation for this!"

I heard that this was Ma Weimin's defense speech. It was just the scholar Yuan Wenzhong's opinion. It might be fine if it appeared on paper, but it is difficult to tell the truth from the false when it comes to the actual words!
All I'm thinking about is just proofreading the paper article!

Then he heard that Ma Weimin was quick-witted and quickly realized that there was a way, so he hurriedly picked it again!

"Hey!"

"Yuan Chenshi!"

"You are an old Hanlin, and you are a man of great knowledge! The people have always respected you!"

"But you don't understand food either!"

"One stone of grain is calculated as one hundred liters, and one thousand stones is one hundred thousand liters."

"It can't say that it can just run to where it needs to go on its long legs."

"Transferring grain, transferring grain, you must have time to gather the rickshaw drivers to the designated place to transfer grain!"

"You said that in recent years, Jiang Ning has been in charge of the grain and fodder in and out of Nanzhili. When he was busy, he transported and transferred grain every month, or even every day!"

"A while ago, I followed the team north to help the army!"

"Ah!"

"I am Ma Weimin, even if I have a hundred heads and a thousand hands, I still can't pay attention to the details of this job!"

"Most of them just approve it and then pass it on to someone else to handle it!"

"Now you take these documents and ask me for food."

"Zhenjiang Prefecture and Changzhou are not far away!"

"But I am always so busy. How can I know whether the bills have been sent out and the food has arrived?!"

(End of this chapter)