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Chapter 309 Irritability
Over the next month or so, the Guards Battalion sent several groups of hungry people back one after another. There are about four to five hundred people in each batch, which is not a large number of people, and the frequency of being overwhelmed is getting higher and higher.

It was previously expected that the 1st, 2nd and 3rd Guards Battalions would send back a batch of hungry people each month, but now, at least two batches are sent every month, and some even three batches.

There is no need to compete for the county magistrates of the fourteen counties. At this rate, each county will have to receive many hungry people. Moreover, this number keeps increasing.

The county magistrates were smiling from ear to ear, but Feng Changshi was not so happy.

Feng Changshi's abacus is moving faster and faster, and the pile of ledgers is getting higher and higher. Feng Changshi, who was impatient and angry, became even more angry. His angry curses came from the room and could be heard far away.

Shen Gongzheng of the workshop went to the household to collect money: "Feng Changshi, the guard camp asked for weapons and armor. I calculated three times and the iron materials to be consumed were written down on paper. I still need money to buy other things." Ingredients.”

Feng Changshi's face turned dark when he saw the astonishing numbers on the paper, and his anger surged upward: "Why do you need so many weapons and armor?"

Chen Mu coughed and lowered his voice: "The guard camp has been secretly expanding. Also, the guards accompanying the Tang family to promote new grains often drive away the refugees, which is quite a loss. Naturally, more weapons and armor are needed."

Fearing that Feng Changshi would not agree, he added: "This is already the smallest number I have ever calculated, and it cannot be any less."

Shen Mu grew black and tall, and even though he was busy working in the workshop all day long, he couldn't get any whiter. The dark shadow before my eyes has never faded.

Feng Changshi was full of complaints and couldn't complain to Shen Mu, who was working tirelessly with his head down. He accepted the note with a straight face and quickly signed and sealed it.

Chen Mu's dark face suddenly relaxed, he thanked him profusely, and quickly ran to collect the money. With that posture, he was afraid that Feng Changshi would regret it at any time.

Feng Changshi was angry and funny: "Old Shen, you think I'm a man-eating tiger."

That's not possible. Tiger is not as powerful as you.

All the housekeepers who had been sprayed with disgrace all day long complained in their hearts.

At this moment, another figure gracefully entered the house.

"Feng Changshi," Yang Huanjian, who was in the execution room, smiled and handed over his hands, very politely: "Our execution room's expenses for this month are a few days late. I came here specially to see what's going on."

Feng Changshi glanced over and said, "The torture chamber is only five days late. What's the rush? Money is tight on the books right now, and money needs to be used everywhere. Let's wait a little longer."

The guards' camp must not be short of military pay, and there must be an adequate supply of weapons, armor, and horses. The Nanyang Army is also a bottomless pit, and a lot of money needs to be filled every year. There are several poor counties among the 14 counties in Nanyang, and the royal government also provides subsidies every year. Now there is a steady stream of hungry people coming to Nanyang County...

By the way, there is also the capital. When the princess is in the capital, she has to honor Queen Mother Zheng and maintain good relations with the officials, which is a huge expense.

Feng Changshi wished he could have three heads and six arms, or plant a money tree directly.

Yang Zheng was hit with a problem, his face was a bit difficult, and his tone was not so kind: "I used to be on time every month, why do I start to delay now? The work room just came to collect the money, why is it the execution room's turn, and Feng Changshi is pushing back and forth. ? Could it be that Feng Changshi is dissatisfied with our torture chamber?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Changshi sneered: "The workhouse is getting money to make weapons, armors, and farm tools, and everything is a big deal. What is the punishment house getting the money for? Could it be to interrogate Yang? The cost of the banquet?”

Yang Zheng: "..."

In the imperial court, the Ministry of Punishment was one of the six ministries, responsible for the administration of justice in Daliang prisons and had an extremely important position. The execution chamber of the Nanyang Prince's Mansion serves as the Ministry of Punishment, and logically speaking, it is extremely important.

It's a pity that Nanyang County is well-connected and prosperous, and the people live and work in peace and contentment. Not to mention major cases, even thieves who steal things are rare. The torture chamber has become increasingly quiet in the past two years. Leisure also means that the status is getting lower and lower. For example, right now, Tangtang Yang was humiliated by Feng Changshi, and he didn't have the confidence to retort. He could only stare and retort dryly: "I haven't had a banquet in the execution room for a long time."

Mainly because I don’t have that face.

Chen Changshi and Feng Changshi were so busy that their feet never touched the floor, the workshop was so busy, and the chief clerk Wen An was like a hot wheel under his feet. He just hides away in peace during the trial in the execution room, how can he have the nerve to enjoy a banquet!

Feng Changshi said expressionlessly: "In short, there is no money now. With the money and food in the household, we must first settle the hungry people. Please wait patiently for a few days before Yang Shenxuan comes back."

Yang Zheng returned angrily.

There were two cases in the execution room, one was the loss of two sheep, and the other was a dispute between two families over land boundaries. For such a trivial matter, there is no need for Yang to deal with it, the people below will take care of it.

Yang Zheng had nothing to do, so he simply wrote a letter to his uncle to complain.

Of course, complaining is basically useless. Yang Shilang was determined to let his nephew stay in Nanyang Palace for a long time, and had no intention of letting him move his position.

On this side, Feng Changshi sprayed away Yang Juan and had no rest. Because Fang Quan, Lu Junma's chief follower, came right after.

You can't be so unreasonable towards Lu Junma.

Lu Junma wanted to buy money-burning things like ancient books and curios, but Feng Changshi politely expressed his disapproval. Then he neatly cut off the amount of silver Lu Junma asked for by 60%, giving him only 40%. And in front of Fang Quan, this account was recorded clearly and separately in the book.

Fang Quan has become accustomed to such treatment in the past two or three years. After receiving the money, he came here to express his gratitude.

Feng Changshi was also very polite: "When Fang Changsui went back to resume his duties, he made it clear to Junma Lu. At present, the palace is spending money everywhere and is really short of money. Expenses must be cut everywhere, and this is definitely not intended to target Junma Lu."

Fang Quan said hurriedly: "Feng Changshi has been working hard all day long, and he is always public-minded and never selfless. Everyone can see it. When I go back to my hometown, I must report it to the commander."

After Fang Quan left, Feng Changshi let out a long sigh.

Giving money to the county supervisor is really not an easy task!
A cup of warm tea was delivered to Feng Changshi at the right time: "Feng Changshi has been busy for a long time. Let's take a break with a cup of tea."

Feng Changshi took the tea cup and drank it in one gulp. Tang Youyin, who diligently brought tea, said: "The money and food used to settle the hungry people must be recorded in a separate account book so that they can be checked and settled at any time in the future."

"I'll leave this job to you. Tonight, I want to see the ledger."

Tang Youyin: "..."

Feng Changshi's eyes widened again: "What's wrong? Could it be that I can't finish the account book in one afternoon?"

How could Tang Youyin dare to say no to the irritable Feng Changshi? He immediately said: "Feng Changshi, calm down, I will make the account books right now."

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I like the irritable Feng Changshi^_^