An assassin? Call me the Master of Raising Prices!

"Master Zhao, are you coming back?"

At the gate of the magistrate's yamen, He Tongpan had just sat on the sedan. A second before the curtain fell, he saw Zhao Mo walking towards the gate of the yamen in the light of the lantern.

Walk quickly on the sedan chair and greet with a smile. I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, this young man is in good health! After struggling for two days and two nights, I still walked back as if nothing was wrong.

놚It's him, let alone walking back, 늀Even if it's a sedan, he may not be able to climb up.

People, you can’t accept old age!

Zhao, who was still deep in thought, was cut off by the sound of his voice. He was about to curse when he looked up and saw He Tongpan, a plump and cheerful man in official uniform. Fortunately, this He Tongpan has distinctive characteristics. Otherwise, there are so many officials on the shore, and he may not be able to remember him.

"He Tongfan? You don't have to work so hard. Are you still worrying about official duties at this time? You look tired and thin."

Hearing Zhao 늀's half-dissatisfied, half-joking words, the expression on He Tongpan's chubby face did not change. Instead, he chuckled and said, "My lord has sharp eyes and can recognize the genus. It's an honor. It's an honor!"

oh? The expression doesn't change at all? Zhao 늀 was a little surprised. This He Tongpan is very interesting. There are rumors that this fat man has climbed higher and higher by relying on his flattery skills. Now it seems that this is not necessarily the case.

"He Tongpan, I don't think it would be difficult to recognize you..."

He Tongpan's heart skipped a beat. People say there are three fires when a new official takes office. Could this be the first fire that burned his head? No way, the first fire is to burn yourself, but the remaining two fires are not allowed to burn the prefect?

Despite the random thoughts in his mind, he still kept a smile on his face and said flatteringly, "I almost couldn't even become an official because of my image. Hahaha, let me laugh at you."

"Not like a grown-up, he has a dignified appearance, but he is still young and promising, which is really enviable!"

Flattery and flattery cannot solve the problem. He also understands this truth, so he hurriedly changed the subject, "It's really hard for you to worry about official affairs so late. Otherwise, can you help me handle it?"

"Okay!" Zhao 늀 didn't refuse. Since he wanted to help, then 늀 would give him a chance to help. One more person would make more effort. As an outsider, maybe He Tongpan, who is familiar with the local area, has some clever ideas.

The two of them walked into the Yamen one after another, found an empty room at random, and sat across from each other.

As soon as he sat down, He Tongpan's flattery skills started immediately and he waved for the clerk to come over, "After walking such a long way, Mr. Zhao must be thirsty. Go, make a pot of tea with my tea leaves and come over to moisten Mr. Zhao's throat. ”

Then he turned around and explained, "Sir, the tea leaves in this yamen are very rough. I usually like to fry some tea leaves myself, so I took this opportunity to ask Master Zhao to help give me some advice, hahaha."

Zhao 늀 didn't say anything, and 늀 watched his performance silently.

When the tea was served, I didn't even put it in my mouth, I just smelled the aroma. This is spring white ya, which is a grade better than the autumn white ya I drank two days ago.

"I think He Tongpan's method of making tea is unusual..."

"It's just a joke, it's just a joke."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and they could see a lot of amusement in each other's eyes.

Interesting, really interesting.

"He Tongpan, tell me, why do we become officials?" He took a sip of the tea cup and asked thoughtfully.

There is a standard answer to this question, and He Tongpan certainly memorized it. So he replied without hesitation, "Of course it is for the emperor, for the peace of heaven, and for the common people! The ancients said: To make a living for the people..."

Hearing the chirping, Zhao did not stop and listened silently. Until he finished speaking, he then asked, "But there is something that the emperor wants to do, but heaven and earth do not allow it, so what should I do?"

This is a test for me! The expression on He Tongpanyuan's face remained unchanged, but he couldn't help but chuckle in his heart. After all, he was also passed the imperial examination. How could he be questioned?

So there is another summary of the words of the sage. There are only four words in the whole article: argue with reason and fight hard!

Looking at He Tongpuan, whose face was slightly red due to excitement. Zhao 늀 smiled contemptuously in his heart, not taking it seriously at all. 놚If he is really so law-abiding, can he drink this spring white bud today?

"Will it cause a civil uprising?"

He Tongpan's face changed drastically while he was talking. He slowly turned his head to look at Zhao, but the tea in his mouth could not suppress the sweat on his palms. Have you ever gone so far? It doesn’t seem like there is, civil unrest is coming no matter what!

At this time, his mind was running very fast, and the books he had read for decades and the officialdom experience for more than ten years were constantly tumbling in his mind.

Thinking that the imperial envoy in front of him was still drinking tea with him, and it was probably not time for him to die, he decided to take a gamble. After putting down the tea cup, he calmed down and said, "The people can let it go, but they can't know it."

Zhao 늀's eyes narrowed, and his eyes became kind when looking at He Tongpan. Seemingly unrelated words, but closely connected, this fat man can do it!

Seeing that Zhao 늀 was silent, He Tongpan knew that he was right in his bet. He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart and hurriedly picked up the teacup and drank tea to cover up his inner nervousness.

The two of them drank tea in silence, but their thoughts were completely different. He Tongpan was lucky to have passed the test, while Zhao Da was constantly thinking about the key solution.

"He Tongpan, please go back first."

Still unable to find a clue, Zhao Da had to ask He Tong to go back first. After all, this important matter of raising food cannot be known to outsiders.

놚If the news leaked out, he didn't believe that Lu Wenyu would save his life.

"Okay, Mr. Zhao, please go to bed early so that you don't tire yourself out. I'll leave first."

After bowing, He Tongpan hurriedly pushed the door open and left. The atmosphere between the two was too depressing, let alone drinking tea. It was not good to not get up.

Until Zhao was the only one left in the room, he slowly drank the last bit of tea in the cup.

He took out the two stacks of paper he got from the coffin shop and placed them one by one on the table.

The candlelight flickered, the handwriting was sometimes bright and sometimes dark, and Zhao's shadow was sometimes long and sometimes short, sometimes big and sometimes small.

He Tongpan's words "People can be made to do it, but not to know it" kept turning in his mind. Looking at the handwriting on the paper on the table, a bold plan suddenly popped up in his mind.

The grain must come from the government warehouse, otherwise I don't know how many people I have to kill to get 100,000 dan. The amount is too large!

Now that I have no other choice, why not give it a try, just gamble it!

"Come here! Pen and ink are ready!"

After putting away the paper, he shouted to the outside of the door.

The yamen runner walked in quickly, lowered his head to help Zhao spread the paper, and grind the ink, "Sir, the pen and ink are ready."

"Yes." Zhao nodded and ordered, "Leave one person waiting outside the door, and the others go!"

After closing the door, he didn't care about anything else. There was no need to hesitate about the things he had decided, so he wrote them down quickly.

After a while, he walked out of the door with a sealed letter and handed it to the yamen runner waiting on the side.

Instructed, "Send it to Lord Lu's house in an emergency for 800 miles! Hurry, don't delay at all, go now! Let the courier set off immediately!"

"Yes!" The yamen runner responded and walked out quickly with the envelope.

Zhao looked back at the room with the flickering candlelight, as if staring at a beast that was choosing its prey.

"Then go a little crazy..."

"Maybe there is still a glimmer of hope."