Return to Ming Dynasty as Prince Chapter 126: Ready to go

Mo Qinghe was surprised and said: "The imperial commissioner drank Huangjian when he was in Beijing? Ah, yes, Mr. Yang is a powerful courtier in front of the emperor, so naturally he has the opportunity to taste the best tribute tea, hehehe," he said Smiling and waving their hands, the tea picker, the tea guard and tax collector of Lion Peak all retired.

Zheng Baihu hesitated to look at Yang Ling. Yang Ling didn’t believe that Mo Qinghe would blatantly disadvantage him because of this incident. Besides, the people he brought with him were outstanding in martial arts, and the number of them was also more than that of Mo Tax Supervisor. He waved his hand casually and ordered Zheng Baihu to take people out.

Mo Qinghe picked up a cup of tea, slowly blowing the floating camellia, sipped gently to wake up the tea, then smiled and said: "Humble this tea, it's actually more than the tribute Huangjian If you want to win, it’s no wonder that the adults have become suspicious. But this is not a secret. Most people in the industry know this."

"Oh?" Yang Ling turned the teacup lightly, wondering: "Gong tea, shouldn't it be the best tea? Why is this West Lake Longjing tea dedicated to the imperial tip of Ouchi than the tea you intercepted. Okay?"

Mo Qinghe laughed and said: "I don’t know what the adults do. This tea is only authentic and best produced from a few nearby peaks. The best tea is greatly affected by the weather, even if the weather is good and the weather is good this year. , Can produce some top-quality tea, long-distance transportation will greatly affect the continuous taste of the rain.

Therefore, in order for the tea to be drunk by the emperor to have a stable taste and consistent quality, the tribute tea does not seek the best, but the most stable, otherwise the emperor will have a different taste this year, and if the tea tastes slightly different next year, he thinks the following is not good. , If it is investigated, the heads of the people up and down the tea garden will be chopped off, and no new tea will be born.

This, it's not that the people below are disrespectful to the emperor. There is really no way to do it. Occasionally someone in Beijing tastes the difference between the two types of tea, and it just means that the tea just picked in place is delicious. It will never be suspicious. Humble admired Mr. Yang so much, so he didn't dare to conceal it. Of course...Yang Da's name of being humbled by Li Min had long been heard of, so he couldn't bear to hide it. "

Yang Ling was stunned. He only said that Mo Qinghe's private tea was for personal profit, but he could not think of it for such a reason. Mo Qinghe smiled bitterly and said: "My lord, those of us who are waiting underneath, relying on the status of the emperor's servant, are brave and majestic. Everyone thinks that they are very powerful, and who knows that we are also working hard.

But there is no way. Except for not daring to pay tribute to the quality of tea that is affected by the weather, we dare not hide it privately. We pay the amount of silver for these excellent teas to the capital. Of course...it’s unavoidable that I have to give some to the middle-level officials in Beijing, the princes and the chiefs, and I have to honor ten catties of good tea every year. Now my humbleness is under the jurisdiction of the adults. Be aware of the situation and understand the difficulties of our minions. "

Yang Ling smiled bitterly, wishing to think that a huge case of deceiving the king turned out to be a rule in officialdom: all tributes that cannot be guaranteed in quality and quantity. I would rather retreat to the next best thing than to worship Ouchi, lest Longyan is furious, but not beautiful.

However, Mo Qinghe's frank telling made him feel good about it. Whether Mo Qinghe showed sincerity or confided in his heart, it at least showed that he really had the intention of arguing with him. Yang Ling laughed and raised his cup to Mo Qinghe and said in one fell swoop: "Thank you, Lord Mo, for frankly telling me, to solve my doubts. Yang is a servant before the king. Of course, I know your difficulties. Now that I know the clues, naturally I will not Damn it."

Yang Ling listened to the situation reported by Liu Biao, and has decided to take the customs guard Yuan Xiong to make a move. It’s just that Mo Qinghe’s tribute tea has been in his heart. He has always been heartbroken. Now that he knows the details, he is very happy. When talking about personality, the feelings of each other are very warm.

When they walked twice in the tea plantation halfway up the mountain, it was considered that the inspection mission was completed. When the two went down the mountain and got on the sedan chair, Mo Qinghe raised his hand, and the tax inspector who guarded the tea plantation quickly led a few people to bring them to two children. Box, Yang Ling said in a puzzled way: "This is...?"

Mo Qinghe laughed and said: "My lord, there is really nothing decent on this mountain except for tea. In this box, there is a ten-jin premium Yuqian Longjing. Let me take it back and try it. If it is the weather next year when the tea is collected It’s not good, but I can’t drink such good tea."

Yang Ling knows such a real superb product before the rain. At this time, if you sell it to the rich Jiangnan on the market, one or two teas are worth ten taels of silver. This small box of tea is worth one thousand taels of silver. Ordinary people’s one-month rations are too extravagant.

However, since everyone used to accept the ceremonies before, Mo Qinghe has not yet returned to his heart. If he does not accept it, it will inevitably make him suspicious, so he nodded with a smile, and Mo Qinghe rubbed his hands and said: "This A box? There are four mandarin duck pillows inside. Although the tea leaves in the pillow are not the emperor's tip before the rain, they are also the first-class tea. On the pillow, the fragrance of tea, clear heart and eyesight, are most helpful for sleep. Sir and Madam."

Yang Ling heard that it was a tea pillow, but it was a little bit of a smile. This tea pillow is sweet and fragrant. The three girls in Beijing must like it, but when I heard the trees, I was stunned: it is a pillow for mandarin ducks, but Youniang, Yu'er, and Xue'er are only a combination. Three people, what does he mean to give four sets? This also pays attention to good things in pairs?

Yang Ling raised his eyes and saw Mo Qinghe smiled in his eyes. Suddenly his face became hot, knowing that he believed that Gao Wenxin would be married back by himself as a concubine sooner or later. He couldn't explain it, so he had to vaguely respond and asked someone to put the two boxes together. Accepted, the two got up and left the Lion Rock.

Out of the mountain pass, I had to pass through a small village before turning on the official road back to the city. Yang Ling was sitting in the sedan chair and suddenly heard someone scolding in front of him. He quickly opened the sedan curtain and saw two tax collectors holding their whips. Zheng was driving a ragged young child, who looked at his age only about ten years old, and quickly yelled: "Stop!"

The two of them couldn't even hear it at all. Zheng Baihu, who was with the sedan chair, dashed forward, grabbed the whip from the tax collector's hand, and pushed him staggered, shouting, "My lord There is an order, did you not hear it?"

The tax collector turned his head and saw that Yang Ling had gotten off the sedan chair. The ferocious face immediately changed into a flattering smile, and he nodded and stood aside. Mo Qinghe also got off the sedan chair and hurriedly snatched it over and said: "My lord, what happened?"

Yang Ling saw that the child had retreated to a tea stand. He was very thin, his thin body looked a little bigger and his head was a bit bigger, and his big eyes were clever, but his clothes were torn and his face was very dirty. dirty.

Yang Ling walked over and squatted down and held down the child's shoulders. Only feeling skinny and pitifully thin, Yang Ling asked gently, "Brother, are you not a local? Where are the family members?"

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As soon as Yang Ling walked forward, Zheng Baihu led the four fans to catch up early. The boy saw the five majestic big men behind Yang Ling with single-handed swords in his hands, and he flinched. Yang Ling looked back, frowned and said: "A child's house, are you still afraid that the official will be assassinated? Don't frighten the child, you guys step back."

Zheng Baihu hurriedly led the people back a few steps, Mo Qinghe also came over, squatted down, and smiled kindly: "Little guy, this adult is a good person. If he asks you, you have to answer in good faith, my lord. If I’m happy, I will reward you with a few dollars to buy some big meat buns to eat."

The kid heard about the meat buns, his eyes lit up, he swallowed, and then he whispered: "Master, my name is Wen Xiaohua, I'm Xu Xiaohua, I'm from Xukou Town, and I'm hungry just now. See you. There are wild fruits on the trees on the roadside, and I want to beat a few down to eat, the uncle...he used a whip to slap me."

Yang Ling glanced at Mo Qinghe, Mo Qinghe frowned and said, "Xukou Town? That is the border of Suzhou and Hangzhou. Did your child come here alone? Where are your family members?" /

The child nodded timidly and said: "Yeah! My family is dead, so I went around begging for a stutter to live, turning around, and then I'm here."

Yang Ling asked: "How come the family is gone? Has there ever been a plague here?"

Mo Qinghe shook his head and said: "I have never heard of a plague, my child, tell me, how did the family die?"

The child blinked his big timid eyes and said: "My home’s land is next to the river. In May, water flooded my home’s land. My dad sold the house and went for a small business in the city, but He has to pay taxes when he enters the city. He... he sneaked up on the city wall and fell. My mother sold the land to heal him, but the Japanese came and robbed my family of money and things, and killed both parents. I just...beg everywhere."

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Yang Ling was sad when he heard that, at this time the old man at the tea stall on the road recognized Mo Qinghe, and couldn't help but surprise and said: "You are Lord Mo? Mo Dashan!"

Mo Qinghe was taken aback, then asked: "Do you recognize me?"

The old man said excitedly: "I can recognize it. Last winter, Lord Mo was serving porridge in the city. The old man went to your house to beg for food. The widow of our village Zhang remarried and left a small child named Shuisheng My child, I have no personal care. Didn't Mo Ye take him in? Ha ha, the old man remembers you, this child is very pitiful, but he is still clever, Mo Ye is kind, it is better to take him in."

Yang Ling glanced at Mo Qinghe and said unexpectedly: "Sir Mo is really worthy of the life of a good person. It turns out that he not only saves people, but also adopts orphans."

Mo Qinghe has not yet humbled a few words, the old man has already taken the lead and said: "Master Mo is a good man, who doesn't know about Hangzhou City? Master Mo has adopted dozens of lonely and helpless children. This child has met today. It’s really a virtue from our ancestors if I’ve lost you."

Mo Qinghe seemed a little uncomfortable when he heard him praise in front of Yang Ling, hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, you old man," he looked up and down at the child named Wen Xiaohua, nodded and said:" Okay, let's go with me, how about? I'll find a place for you to eat and drink, and learn some crafts."

The kid was very clever, and he knelt down after hearing this and said with joy, "Thank you, Master, as long as I can eat, you can let me do anything."

Mo Qinghe didn't think he was dirty, hehe smiled and touched his head, turned his head and called to the housekeeper: "Old Li, take this kid, have you brought something to eat? Give him some pads first."

Yang Ling walked back with him, and said: "Sir Mo has taken dozens of orphans? This...this is really a great deed, but it’s really hard for you to have so many children in the mansion."

Mo Qinghe said with a slight face: "The adults have passed the awards, our family... Well, the adults know who our family is. They just want to do more good deeds and have good retribution in the next life. Just begging for food for them, did not stay in the mansion, but sent someone to the local weavers to do some chores and learn some crafts. For the sake of my face, those weavers dare not embarrass them and give them It’s just a way to survive."

Yang Ling really respected the **** at this time. Regardless of whether he wants to accumulate yin and virtue and repay, but what he did, how many positive Japanese are impassioned for the country and the people, but can only talk about it in general, is incomparable. Although he does not understand the many principles, he is Really do many good things.

Although he has received a lot of benefits from the use of his power, but he can think of the poor and the poor, which is extremely valuable.

The local weaving households are under the jurisdiction of the weaving **** Li Daxiang. The weaving households are concentrated in Suzhou, so Li Daxiang's yamen is located in Suzhou. Yang Ling and Mo Qinghe returned to the city, but did not return directly to the government. First, they went to a small shop with local flavors. The two of them sat under the weeping willows and drank a little while enjoying the Jiangnan scenery. Afterwards, they were still full of meaning, and they went to the local weavers to visit.

Yang Ling remembered studying when I was young. I heard that the Jiangnan weaving household hired workers during the Ming Dynasty years. They were already quite large and had the embryonic form of capitalism. The weaving household I visited this time was one of a dozen large households in Hangzhou. Not as big as the weaving households in Suzhou, there are dozens of looms and nearly a hundred female workers are employed. Yang Ling walked around in a circle, quite excited about the flow of modern industrial plants.

When I left the house, I suddenly saw an eleven or twelve-year-old fat boy coming in carrying a bag of white yarn. When I saw an outsider there, I couldn’t help standing by the door, raising his sleeve and wiping the sweat on his forehead. , Silly, just a silly smile.

Mo Qinghe smiled and pointed to the child and said, "This child has no father and no mother. I looked pitiful, so I took it and sent it here. Well, that was last summer.

Hehe, I’m not afraid that adults will laugh~ IndoMTL.com~ The people I sent, these weavers still dare not give face, and will never treat them badly, so I have never come to see this child, I remember, It's because of his big sarcoma, otherwise I can't think of it. "

Yang Ling, I saw that the sturdy boy is long and sturdy, and it seems that life here is really good, but his neck is thick and short, and a scary purple-red sarcoma grows on the side. It's boring.

Yang Ling knows that this child has a pitiful life experience, but I have a strange feeling in my heart when I look at it, let alone others, if it weren’t for Mo Qinghe’s kindness, it is estimated that this child would like to do some work properly, and no one would use him. Can only be a beggar for a lifetime. For Mo Qinghe's feat, he couldn't help but renew his respect.

But what is strange is that when that guy saw Mo Qinghe, his expression was normal, and he didn't see his benefactor? Yang Ling felt a little suspicious, and then remembered that the fat man had only seen Mo Qinghe this time. After a long time, the child could not remember so clearly, and the doubt suddenly disappeared.

The little fat guy just looked at the guests with a silly smile, and didn't come forward to see him. Oriodo Gaoming smiled and said: "Silly boy, look at it, move things in, don't obstruct adults' eyes." The fat boy quickly picked up the yarn and ran in.

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