Qing Yao

Chapter 69: Don’t you just want to avoid being investigated?
Zhao An didn't understand why the people in the government office looked at him with prejudice.

I really don’t understand.

Can't you idiots see that the actual promoter of this criminal silver is Emperor Qianlong?

He Zhongtang is just a white glove who carries out the master's wishes.

The old man wants to collect this money, and not only do you guys refuse to pay it, but you are also full of complaints. Don’t you think I am the old man anymore?
Or maybe the old man is too old to hold a knife!
I'm too lazy to explain the deeper reasons behind this to these people. Anyway, if you don't pay, I will.

You have to eat shit while it's hot.

At present, Zhao An is the only ninth-rank school official in Yangzhou Prefecture who has voluntarily paid the silver for his crime. In this way, it seems that as a primary school official in Jiangsu, he can probably be ranked among the top three, or at least the top ten.

When Zhao An thought about the fact that his name, a ninth-rank academic official, would be listed together with the names of important figures such as the governor, general, governor, and provincial governor to be presented to the old man, he felt that the one thousand taels he spent was not in vain.

The salt merchants would have to spend at least 500,000 taels to get this deal!

It's really a big bargain.

It's almost like picking up something from a street stall that was destined to last forever.

It doesn't matter what Emperor Qianlong thinks of him as a ninth-rank official, nor does it matter whether he gets any special rewards. What matters is that Zhao An has given me a warning. Next time you find out if I have violated the law or discipline, I must give me the opportunity to redeem myself for my crimes.

You can't do it all the way through.

The bottom line that Zhao An could accept was to retain his official status and wait and see the results.

After breaking this bottom line, he transformed himself into Hong Tianwang and went to Hubei to become the leader of the White Lotus Sect.

When Zhao An returned to the provincial school, he was just like when he was in the government office. On the surface, everyone was polite to him and smiled happily, but who knew how many maggots they chewed Zhao An in secret.

It doesn't matter.

Zhao An, who didn't want to lower his IQ to the same level as these people, didn't bother to pay attention to the rumors. Seeing that there was nothing to do, he skipped work and returned to his small home in the county school's public housing.

I haven't seen Miss Chunlan for half a month. The first thing I did was to drag her into the house and close the door. I didn't care whether Xiaoxiao was asleep or not, and I unbuttoned her pants in a flash.

Seeing that the ticket was not red, I was overjoyed and rushed in eagerly.

Maybe because he was too anxious to hold it in, it didn't take long for him to stop this time.

It only took the young lady about a dozen breaths from the initial struggle to finally lying down and "admitting defeat". After she was done, she took the initiative to clean up, without covering it up or hiding it, and her face was not much red.

His mentality is understandable, since they are all his people anyway.

Zhao An held Miss Chunlan in one arm and gently stroked her belly with the other, saying hopefully, "It's been a while since the last time, and you haven't seen any blood yet. Maybe the seed I planted has sprouted."

"You're talking nonsense."

The shy young lady stretched out her little fist and punched him.

They look a bit like a couple.

Zhao An nodded secretly, this was exactly the feeling he wanted.

A husband and wife are bound by a hundred days of grace. Once the two of them really have a child, the alarm on Chunlan's side will be officially lifted, and there will be no need to worry that this cheap daughter-in-law who takes over will sell him out.

Prosperity and adversity are shared by all, which is also an important ideological premise for maintaining a marital relationship.

After a short rest, the young lady suddenly said weakly, "I've been in the city for almost a month. Can I go back to see my parents?"

"Of course, of course. I'll buy some things and go visit the Zhao family elders when I have time."

At this point, Zhao An's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He sat up with a "gurgle" and looked straight at the young lady: "Whose parents are you talking about?"

Seeing Zhao An's big reaction, Miss Chunlan was a little frightened and whispered, "My father and my mother."

Zhao An's back tightened when he heard this, and he realized that he was only paying attention to Zhao Youlu and forgot about Luo Chunlan.

I quickly asked about the other party's family situation, but the more I asked, the more confused I became. It turned out that the Luo family was a big family!

At least hundreds of people in the clan have seen the real Zhao Youlu!
It is normal for a son-in-law to give gifts to his father-in-law, but can Zhao An go?
Can Luo Chunlan be released?
Who knows what kind of trouble Luo Chunlan will get into when she goes back to her parents' home!
After thinking it over, he held the young lady's hand and asked, "Are you mine now?"

The young lady hesitated for a moment before nodding. She wasn't his, so where were her clothes? And who had stuffed the seed into her belly just now?

Zhao An nodded: "Since you are my man, will you listen to me?"

The young lady also nodded slightly.

"If you're obedient, then don't go back to your parents' home for the next few years. I'll give you some money, and you can have someone send it to our parents."

Without saying a word, Zhao An took out a silver note worth one hundred taels from his pocket and put it in the young lady's hand.

The young lady wanted to say something but stopped herself and finally said nothing.

After comforting the young lady, Zhao An went to find Sun Rui to discuss using the grain ship to sell salt. However, he did not expect that Sun Rui had already taken the ship to Tongzhou to deliver grain. He had no choice but to put the matter aside and continue to work as a monk in the provincial school.

A few days later, the police came to the county government office.

Teacher Song was so anxious that he called Zhao An to the county government office. As soon as Zhao An entered the county magistrate's office, he was scolded by the county magistrate.

Zhao An, who dared not to retort after being scolded, summarized three points. First, the county magistrate scolded him for showing off because it would easily expose his fake identity;

Second, where did you get the one thousand taels?
If it wasn't obtained by committing a crime, could it be that he picked it up from the ground?
Thirdly, why didn’t you report such a big matter to the county magistrate and ask for his instructions in advance? Don’t you care about the county magistrate anymore?
Master Ji also felt that Zhao An had gone too far and it was inconvenient for him to speak for him.

"Speak, you're dumb!"

The angry county magistrate almost wanted to hit Zhao An with the book again.

"The students didn't know what to say,"

This time it was Zhao An's turn to be weak.

The county magistrate shuddered with anger. "You don't know what you're talking about. How could you possibly do such a shameful thing? If people knew there was something fishy about your identity, even the gods wouldn't be able to save you!"

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Zhao An felt it necessary to remind the county lord, "Students pay this thousand taels just to avoid being investigated."

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There was some silence in the office.

Thousands of miles away, in the Hall of Mental Cultivation in the Forbidden City, Heshen, who was reading a memorial to his master, Emperor Qianlong, suddenly stopped daring to read any further.

Since returning from Chengde, the old man's eyesight has become worse and worse, his hearing has become less and less clear, and even his voice has become unclear. When Heshen is not around, the court officials don't know what the old man is saying.

He Shen's appearance made the old man, whose eyesight was already blurry, feel strange. Yu Ruyi knocked on his door lightly and said, "He Shen, why don't you read it?"

He then asked whose memorial it was.

Also in the palace was the Left Censor-in-Chief, Ji Yun, who served as the chief examiner of the Emperor's Wanshou Special Examination.

Heshen did not dare to refuse, saying that it was a memorial from Yin Zhuangtu, a cabinet scholar and vice minister of rites, who had completed his mourning period.

"Oh, he's back."

The old man nodded. "What did the memorial say?"

Unexpectedly, Heshen suddenly knelt down and said, "My lord, I dare not read Yin Zhuangtu's memorial."

"Don't dare to read?"

The old man was puzzled and signaled Ji Yun to bring Yin Zhuangtu's memorial.

"Yes, Your Majesty,"

Ji Yun quickly took Yin Zhuangtu's memorial from Heshen, glanced at it when handing it to the old man, and his face suddenly froze.

Because the memorial written by Yin Zhuangtu was a firm opposition to the system of negotiating silver for crimes.

(End of this chapter)