Ten thousand salt ditches began to rush towards Zhao Xing. Seeing Zhao Xing and his subordinates being flooded by the soldiers, at this moment, the sound of horse hooves suddenly rang out of the square. Everyone was stunned and saw a big flag waving in the wind. Under the banner were countless cavalry, rushing towards the square with murderous intent. The first one shouted immediately: "Protect the imperial envoy, and those who dare to stop will be killed without mercy."

Five thousand cavalrymen, with a scattered momentum, surrounded the square in a blink of an eye. A group of people broke through the siege and galloped in front of Zhao Xing. It was Cui Yan immediately. Seeing that Zhao Xing was still standing there, he said coldly: "Why do you always ask me to save you? Can you let me save some snacks?"

Wang Jinzhong flew off his horse: "I came late to rescue, and I was frightened. I wish I could forgive me."

Zhao Xing tilted his body at this time and collapsed directly.

Cuiyan was shocked and flew over and said, "What's wrong, what's wrong? I'm hurting somewhere. Please ask the doctor to see if I can save it."

Zhao Xing was so panicked that he was happy: "No need to save me, I can't die, I just have weak legs."

With the arrival of five thousand cavalry, the salt soldiers who were ready to move immediately knelt down and surrendered, and ten thousand salt steaks also threw down their weapons and fell to the ground. A crisis finally passed.

With the protection of five thousand soldiers, Zhao Xing's legs were no longer weak, his waist no longer hurt, and his body no longer sweated, and he stood straight again.

He shouted at the closed gate of the Censorate's Office with confidence: "Do you continue to resist stubbornly? I will kill you directly without leaving any other children, or will I be automatically subject to the law and wait for the three judicial departments to judge? Choose one."

After a while, the gate of the yamen slowly opened, and a large group of officials from all over the place came out one after another, knelt in front of Zhao Xing, saying that they were guilty (this is the title of the emperor who was represented by Zhao Xing.) He respectfully invited the Holy An.

But Zhao Xing looked at it and did not find Zheng Hong said: "Where is Zheng Hongdao?"

An official raised his head and replied tremblingly: "Report to the imperial envoy, Lord Zheng, no, Zheng Hongdao has committed suicide because of his crime."

Zhao Xing smiled coldly: "He is worth dying, you can blame him for all the charges."

Several officials with scratches on their faces immediately bowed their heads: "The criminals dare not."

"Take me to see and check the authenticity."

An official stood up and bowed and said, "Please follow me, please come down." Then he led Zhao Xing to Zheng Hongdao's bedroom. In the bedroom, on the large and luxurious bed, Zheng Hongdao lay on his back and was already dead cold.

After seeing Zheng Hongdao's death, Zhao Xing laughed: "This old guy is a master, he can suffocate himself to death." Then he turned to the official and said: "I can't even put a crime scene, a group of idiots."

The official was so scared that he fell to his knees and kowtowed repeatedly, and the officials outside also kowtowed again.

Zhao Xing smiled and said, "Since you are committing suicide for fear of crime, you have to hang yourself or something. If you let him suffocate yourself, how can I submit a mission to the superior?"

When everyone heard this, they were stunned.

Zhao Xing sighed with his hands behind his back: "I am not a person who kills indiscriminately. It is precisely because of this that the emperor appointed him to this position. In fact, if you stop the imperial envoy from handling the case, contempt the emperor, and even kill the imperial envoy, it is a death sentence. But no matter what, this is more than a hundred people's lives, and I am kind and really can't bear it. So I decided not to report the matter of stopping the imperial envoy to despise the emperor, and just pretend that it had never happened."

When he heard Zhao Xing's decision, the officials in the yard kowtowed sincerely and shouted: "Sir Xie Qinshi, the imperial envoy is a Buddha of the Wan family."

"Okay, since I have become a good person, then do it to the end. Zheng Hongdao committed suicide, so he had to be a hanger."

A small official said, "He is too fat, we can't move."

Zhao Xing was so angry that he said, "You can't move, you won't be able to pull out another one now? You're stupid." Then he called out: "Just pretend I didn't say it, the coroner of Pingyang Mansion will arrive tomorrow anyway."

Everyone immediately understood it.

"Since Zheng Hongdao committed suicide fearlessly, you can say whatever you want, but I warn you, if you want to be clean and continue to be an official, you will have a heart to die. No matter what official you are, wherever you are, I will have a way to kill you. But by chance, it is necessary to confiscate the house and stolen money and goods to the public. But if the three judicial departments sentence you to destroy the family, I will also assure you that you will only be punished and will not destroy the family."

For such a promise, everyone was sincerely grateful and kowtowed again.

“Who is from the Management Program?”

Yan Yuntiju stood up and said, "Sir, I will take care of this person."

"Come with me."

Yan Yuntiju quickly took Zhao Xing to a quiet room, and then knelt at the door: "Please give me instructions."

"How much money does the Censor's Office have to deposit?"

"There is no foreign warehouse, but the private warehouse has 1.2 million. Zheng Hongdao's inner house should have about 2 million. In addition, my colleagues live in Yuncheng, so there are still one million."

Zhao Xing nodded: "This is all stolen money. I can't move it. I have to leave it to the emperor for disposal. What I ask you is, how much can the Liu family salt merchant have?"

The reason for this arrangement was Zhao Xing's helplessness. Chongzhen asked himself to raise military funds and grain for the three sides, but he did not say that he could directly take the Shanxi Yanshi Censorate Office. This matter was just a matter of picking up corruption cases for the country, and in contrast, it was arrogance.

But as long as the dirty silver from the Censor's Office was given to the censor's office and the embarrassment of Chongzhen's money was crazy, Chongzhen would never be bothered and happy because of the real evidence of the stolen goods and the real money.

Since this dirty silver cannot be moved, then let’s touch those salt merchants.

This whispered: "They are all monopoly savings of generations. If they are integrated, they can also have three to four million cash, or more."

"I can't move the emperor, but I have to confiscate the six families. I can take them back and pay military expenses to the soldiers on the three sides. But when I do things, I have always paid attention to evidence. Do they have the evidence of selling private salt in your hands?"

Tiju immediately said: "Yes, this is something that must be held on to them, we must have."

"Okay, give it to me." Then he looked at him: "You help me with your business, I want to reward you. This way, I'll let you go back for half a day now, and you can handle your property. Remember, don't be too greedy, just leave a house with enough cost in the future."

This sermon was moved and burst into tears. After thanking him for his gratitude, he hurried out. After a while, he brought evidence from the six families, which was detailed and meticulous. He also brought Zhao Xing a picture of the six businesses' business contacts, which was a reward for Zhao Xing's kindness.

After he left, Wang Jinzhong came in and asked for instructions: "Sir, all the yamen have been sealed, but how do you deal with the salt soldiers and salt diced people outside the yamen?"

Zhao Xing thought for a while: "The salt soldiers were detained and identified, waiting for treatment. Are salt dice? First pick out the censor's minions, then put the salt dice back to Yanding Town, and send someone to take care of it. Tell them not to worry and prepare for resumption of work and production with peace of mind."

Wang Jinzhong nodded and was about to turn around, Zhao Xing stopped him again: "You select fifty salt diary representatives and let my Tiqi brothers lead the way to Qianfeng Mountain. You will take another thousand soldiers. Once the people see the pit of thousands of people, they will directly take down the salt diary guards there and hand them over to the salt diary for their own treatment." Then he snorted coldly: "If you do the director who harms the sky, you must accept the agitation of salt diary, and you can also clear Zheng Hongdao's poison from the root."

Wang Jinzhong immediately ordered the order to go.

After arranging these things, Zhao Xing began to calculate the problem of money. Raising soldiers or raising troops in the true sense is a very expensive thing. Fortunately, he already has money to burn now.

The confiscation of the Yan Yan Censor's Office can earn five million yuan. This money is not available in history. It can add another sum to Chongzhen's treasury and his treasury. Then this money can play a certain role in the future preparations for Huang Taiji to invade the capital.

And confiscating the salt merchant’s property can also solve the hunger in the three sides.
Chapter completed!