Damn it, I'm in the garbage book I wrote

Chapter 204: I can’t even pay it back with my life!
Is the Tang family actually worth more than 4 million taels of silver? Of course it is. The real estates in various places alone are already vast. Although the Tang family is not a top merchant, more than 4 million taels of silver is still far more than that. But does the Tang family have 4.7 million taels of silver? Of course not. Is the backlog of goods worth money? Is the logistics construction worth money? Is the maintenance of the caravan worth money? Is the pier paving worth money? Is the shipbuilding worth money?
All this money was melted into the Tang family's shops, docks, caravans and fleets across the country. Every expenditure was an astronomical figure. Let alone 4.7 million taels, if you asked them to come up with 50,000 taels in cash now, they would have to scrape together money from all over, and even have to withdraw it from the public account of the accounting office.

Now they can say that their prayers are in vain, especially when they find out that the poor county magistrate, whom they have always looked down upon, has turned into an imperial envoy. The despair they feel is beyond words.

But at this moment, a nightmare was waiting for them. The team from the imperial court responsible for confiscating the property of the 14 officials involved in the Ministry of Revenue arrived.

The leader of the team... the leader of the team is Minister Anmus, who has just been praised for his strict martial arts skills for protecting the country. He has returned after a trip.

Now in Luoyang City, there are two imperial envoys in one city, and things have become subtle and exciting.

Anmusi, who came back this time, was different. He was now an official imperial envoy in charge of the case. He held the imperial sword in his hand and had a whole legal team behind him. When he entered the city, everyone from the garrison commander to the county magistrate behaved themselves.

Anmus was sitting on a horse at this moment, accompanied by the garrison commander himself. Because it was a serious investigation involving the review of many officials and businesses, small matters like Xia Lin's had to be put aside for the time being.

However, the new garrison commander saw that Lord An seemed somewhat absent-minded, his eyes were wandering among the crowd, and he even looked a little frightened. It was unclear what he was afraid of.

When he arrived at his accommodation, Anmus washed his face and immediately plunged into his intense work. Time was limited for him as he had to sort out corruption cases in the four cities and thirty-one counties in the Central Plains, which was a considerable workload.

When he was halfway through his work, his subordinates suddenly came to him and said, "Minister An, someone is here to complain."

What kind of person is Anmus? He hates evil and is upright. Once he hears someone complaining, he will be alert no matter how tired he is.

Who are the people coming? Of course, it's the father and son of the Tang family. They just came from Xia Lin's place in a state of dismay, and then they heard that a new imperial envoy had arrived, and it was an imperial envoy in charge of a major case. The Minister! It's the Minister!
Could it be that this level was not even better than that villain? So they rolled their eyes and quickly followed their team to the place where the Minister and the Imperial Envoy were staying, and then began to cry and seek justice.

Minister An was the most upright official they had met in recent days, which made them very happy, so they began to repeat the speech they had prepared long ago in front of An Zi once again.

Why do all cases have to be tried? In fact, to put it bluntly, it is because if we listen to one side of the story, the other party can be dragged out of the city and buried alive without any false charges. Anzi is not an inexperienced judge. After reading the complaint and listening to the description, he did not get angry. He just said lightly: "Then when the villain comes tomorrow, ask him to talk to me."

After saying this, the fire of hope of the Tang father and son burned even more vigorously than the fire in the Afang Palace that year. After all, judging from the situation, this matter was basically a done deal.

But at this moment, the subordinate came over again and whispered in Anzi's ear: "Minister An, Censor Xia from the Censorate is here."

An Zi's scalp tightened when he heard this, and he pursed his lips and remained silent for a while: "Let him come up first, there happens to be a case here that he needs to help with."

After a while, Xia Lin came up with a gift. As soon as he entered the room, he looked down and saw the Tang family father and son kneeling at An Zi's feet. Then he looked at An Zi with a strange expression, but before he could say anything, An Zi said, "You're here just in time. There's a case here. You can take it over. I'm busy here and may not be able to take care of it."

After that, he said to the Tang family father and son: "Your case will be temporarily handed over to the censor. He is also an imperial envoy and can give you an explanation."

We are both imperial envoys! ?
At this moment, the uncle of the Tang family immediately raised his head and found that it was indeed the villain in front of him...

"It's still me." Xia Lin nodded: "Why are you doing this? Why don't you use this time to raise some money? Why don't you just let it go? Do you really want me to tell you who is suing me?"

At this moment, the Tang family father and son were already pale-faced, sitting dejectedly on the ground, their expressions becoming horrified as they looked at Xia Lin.

But Anzi looked confused: "What is this?"

"Hey, it's a small matter. They owe me money and I'm here to collect it. My terms and conditions are clearly stated in the contract and account book. They just want to default on their debt and even plan to sue me. Damn, these unruly people, this businessman is the lowest of the lowest classes, he has no shame at all."

An Zi also frowned after hearing this: "Can I bring the account book?"

Xia Lin threw a bag onto the table: "Look for yourself."

As expected, all the terms, contracts and account books were real, and both parties had seals as proof, which meant that this was a lawsuit about debt. "How dare you frame an official of the imperial court just to avoid paying a debt? I'll give you 50 lashes first!" An Zi was upright and honest. If Xia Lin didn't have evidence, he would still dare to arrest Xia Lin, but the evidence was here, so he wouldn't be polite.

"Forget it, let them raise the money. If they can't, what will happen according to the criminal law? Minister An."

"It should be used to pay off debts." An Zi closed the account book: "The account is clear, everything is true, and it has passed the deadline. Now it can be used to pay off debts."

These words made the Tang family burst into tears. Two imperial envoys sat together to discuss raiding his house? He might as well not come to complain...

"Don't mention them, they are meaningless. I have to congratulate you, Lord An. When we first met, you were still a sixth-rank official, and now you have become a fourth-rank minister so quickly. Even rebellion can't catch up with your promotion."

"Oh..." An Zi took a deep breath and said, "I beg you, please be careful with your words. Now you and I are no longer small officials. Don't let others catch us."

"Haha, Anzi has grown up." Xia Lin patted his shoulder and said, "I've brought you the gift of promotion. Let's have dinner together tonight."

An Zi quickly shook his head: "No, I still have to investigate the case tomorrow, I'm tired."

"Some Indian bone and muscle masters have come to Luoyang these days, and I just happened to go and check them out. This technique is also a method, and foot massage is also a way. Work should also follow the way of nature."

Without further ado, Xia Lin dragged An Zi out. Before leaving, Xia Lin kicked his eldest cousin in the butt: "Raise money! Damn it, if you don't raise money, we'll confiscate your house tomorrow!"

After they left, several people from the Tang family collapsed on the ground, feeling extremely miserable. It was really unpredictable. They had thought that a new imperial envoy could solve this troublesome matter, but who knew that this imperial envoy had such a close relationship with the villain. This was even more disgusting than officials protecting each other. This was clearly a case of covering the sky with one hand.

They walked dejectedly on the street. The only way now was to find Tang Baoer. As long as Tang Baoer didn't give in, they would be finished. If they said their property would be confiscated, then it would be confiscated. If they didn't make it clear that the amount was more or less, it was up to others to decide. He took only one thousand of the property out of one hundred thousand. They couldn't say anything about their suffering...

But no one knows where Tang Baoer is now, and they know that Tang Baoer will not forgive them. Now they are probably in complete gloom.

At this moment, Xia Lin and An Zi were sitting in Qingchun Tower, and An Zi was telling Xia Lin what had happened in the court in recent days.

"Has the Ministry of Revenue been emptied out?" Xia Lin stroked his chin. "Then both sides must be madly trying to stuff people in now. Who is the Left Minister?"

"It's Prince Ma Bin, Minister Ma."

Xia Lin pursed his lips and nodded: "That kid is not an easy person to deal with."

"Yes, he was the one who came up with the plan to wipe out the entire family. In order to fill the vacancies in the river government, he instigated Prime Minister Gao to severely punish all the people in the Ministry of Revenue." An Zi took a deep breath: "Now the court is also in turmoil, it's very absurd. In addition, the rebellion in Lingnan has also started to pick up after the New Year. Now the recovery of Lingnan Road is just around the corner."

"Normal. Lingnan Road is just a place with high mountains and long roads. In fact, if we really fight, it won't be much more difficult than Wang Shichong's army." Xia Lin sighed: "Forget it, let's not talk about this. Come, I will raise a glass to celebrate An Zi's becoming a minister, and I wish An Zi to become the Minister of Justice."

If others called him Anzi all the time, An Musi would get angry, because he was the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice, and he was the only Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice before the age of 30 since the founding of the country.

But he didn't dare to complain at all when Xia Lin called him that. He knew best how he became the Minister of State. He got to the position by taking credit for Xia Lin's contributions.

Although the man in front of him is rude and has some ruffian tendencies, everyone in the world can scold him except himself. If he says anything wrong about the first half of the sentence, it would go against the teachings of the saints.

In the evening, Xia Lin took Anzi to the Indian bone massager's shop and enjoyed an Indian massage. It felt good, but Anzi seemed really tired. He slept like a dead pig while relaxing his muscles and bones. Even if Xia Lin shouted like a pig being slaughtered, he couldn't wake him up.

Finally, Xia Lin had no choice but to pay him to sleep here for one night, and he had to sleep beside him. Although Indian massage is comfortable, they always like to add some spices to make people's bodies smell as sour and fragrant as Tom Yum Goong soup. This taste does not suit the taste of the men in the Central Plains, so it has to be replaced with a milky flavor!

(End of this chapter)