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Chapter 32 The Inspector
After the boat left Yihe Island, Yu Huatian met Li Chuan's brothers and sisters in the cabin.

After listening to Li Chuan's explanation, he rarely showed a kind smile.

"Mr. Wancheng is indeed a man of Degao."

"Since you are willing to surrender to His Highness, the Governor will naturally welcome you. You can rest assured that when you return to Shanhai County, your family and disciples will definitely be properly arranged."

"But there are some ugly words ahead. Since you have joined His Highness's command, you must show absolute loyalty. If someone is half-hearted, don't blame the governor for being ruthless."

On Thursday, Haiji people didn't know about Yuhuatian, and they were a little unhappy about Yuhuatian's words.

But Li Chuan knew about Yuhuatian and knew that Yuhuatian was a ruthless master.

"My subordinates dare not." Li Chuan said.

Yu Huatian nodded, said 'you guys have a good rest', and left the cabin.

After he left, Thursday Hai couldn't help but say: "This rain governor doesn't seem to be a good stubble."

Li Chuan said with a bitter smile: "Junior brother, don't talk nonsense, remember not to offend the Governor in the future."

Thursday Hai shrugged and asked, "Should the third senior brother explain to us how this happened, until now the junior brother is still confused."

From the time he received Wan Cheng's summons to now, he has been feeling inexplicable.

I really don't understand why Wancheng wants them to go to Shanhai County.

"Hey~" Li Chuan sighed slightly, explaining the whole story.

They were all shocked when they learned that there was a rank master in Shanhai County.

At the same time, they have more expectations in their hearts.

That is a first-grade master, a rare first-grade master.

It is an honor for them to be able to meet the first-grade masters, and if they can get the guidance of the first-grade masters, it is an opportunity.

For a top-rank martial artist, one rank is one layer of the sky, and the gap between the first rank is a world of difference.

There are nearly twenty third-rank warriors in Luoyu Archipelago, but there is no second-rank warrior. This is the gap.At the same time, it is also because of the limitations of the power law.

There are high-level and low-level exercises. High-level exercises not only have high cultivation efficiency, but also have a high end point.

Like Yihuagong's Mingyu Gong, it is definitely a top-notch practice. Lian Xing is a first-rank martial artist only if he cultivates to the eighth floor. If he cultivates to the ninth floor, he must be a congenital master.

A cultivation technique that can break through the innate masters is a very rare existence in the entire Dali Dynasty.

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An autumn rain and a cold, the autumn wind is bleak, and the layers of forest are dyed withered yellow.

In the mountain forest, when the autumn wind blows, the withered and yellow leaves swirl up and spread evenly on the mountain path.

A group of passers-by stepped on the fallen leaves on horseback, making slight creaking noises from time to time.

"Sir, we're out of the mountain."

When the passersby heard the words, their spirits were lifted.

They have been walking in the mountains for four days, and the difficulty of the journey is all suffering.

In front of the passer-by was a middle-aged man in an indigo robe, who looked more than 30 years old, with extremely calm eyes.

"How far is it from Shanhai County?" he asked.

"Twenty miles left."

The middle-aged man looked up at the sky and said, "Let's go, you can sleep well tonight."

Afterwards, more than a dozen people rode slowly towards Shanhai County.

After stepping through a valley, they finally saw the flat land, and at a glance, it was all gray-brown land.

In the fields, many farmers are pulling ploughs shirtless.

The middle-aged man looked around as he rode forward.

At the same time, the farmers in the fields also looked at these strange outsiders curiously.

"Old man, are you planting seeds?" The middle-aged man suddenly stopped and asked like a gray-haired farmer.

The farmer seemed a little cautious and said, "In reply to your words, we are planting wheat."

"Oh." The middle-aged man looked at the wheat seeds in the farmer's hands and asked casually, "Are these your fields?"

"No, no, this is all the land of the county prince, and we are just tenants." The farmer said quickly.

The middle-aged man asked again, "How much is your yearly rent?"

The farmer was stunned for a moment and looked at him hesitantly.

In Shanhai County, all Zheng Ming's fields are rented at [-]%, which is set by Zheng Ming himself.

Except for the tenancy rent, the rest of the taxes are not charged.

That's the equivalent of a tax deduction for rent.

"Twenty percent."

The farmer hesitated for a moment, then said.

The middle-aged man looked a little surprised.

The Dali Dynasty government has regulations on the tenancy, and the maximum is not more than [-]%, and the common tenant is [-]%.

It was the first time he encountered a situation like Shanhai County where only [-]% of the tenancy was charged.

The middle-aged man wanted to ask something else, but the farmer seemed to think he was a little weird and left with his farm implements.

"Twenty percent of the tenant rent! The fifth prince is so kind?"

He said suspiciously.

Afterwards, he mounted his horse again and headed towards Shanhai County.

In the palace.

Zheng Ming was writing at his desk in the study, and the soft brush fell on the white paper, leaving small square letters.

With the habit of the predecessor, plus the practice of more than two months, Zheng Ming can be considered to be able to read the word.

Beside him, Song Baobao rubbed the ink every once in a while, and his small mouth was pouted.

"What's the matter? Who is this offending you?" Zheng Ming asked amusingly.

"Little Fuzi." Song Baobao said immediately.

"Why did he provoke you?" Zheng Ming glanced at Xiao Fuzi who was standing outside the door and asked.

Song Baobao glared at Xiao Fuzi fiercely and said, "He stole the dessert I made for Master."

Zheng Ming raised his eyebrows and looked at Lian Xing, who was drawing and painting beside him.

The smoky gauze wrapped in Tsing Yi, the hair like a waterfall, the demeanor is leisurely, elegant and vulgar.

It's a pity that Lianxing seems to be completely immersed in the painting, ignoring his attention.

"Your Highness!" Song Baobao called softly.

Zheng Ming's body trembled slightly, and he suddenly felt sweaty.

Hey, where did the determination of the 30 years of my previous life go?

This king used to be a single dog who was not chaotic, so greedy, it is not right.

Amitabha!Form is emptiness, emptiness is form!
I don't know if Lian Xing is too beautiful. Recently, he always has some ideas that only adults can have.

Even last night, he had a wonderful dream.

"Ah, what's wrong?" Zheng Ming regained his senses and asked again.

"Xiao Fuzi stole the dessert I made for Master." Song Baobao said dissatisfied.

Zheng Ming laughed and said, "Then let's punish him for not eating tonight, okay?"

"Okay." Song Baobao burst into a smile, his eyes curved like crescent moons.

Outside the door, Xiao Fuzi felt sad when listening to the conversation between the two.

People are iron, and rice is steel, so you panic if you don't eat a meal.

His Royal Highness wants to punish Xiao Fuzi for not being able to eat at night, woohoo, Xiao Fuzi feels bitter.

Just as Xiao Fuzi felt sorry for himself, a guard suddenly ran over.

"Eunuch Fu, someone came to visit and said it was the censor of the Northern Province."

"Supervision Censor?" Xiao Fuzi scratched his head and said, "Wait a minute, I will report to His Highness."

(End of this chapter)