When she heard Song Hui say that officials from the Ministry of Revenue would have any objections, Mo Zizai smiled maliciously, "If they are jealous, then drag them into the water. Wouldn't it be better for everyone to accept bribes together?"

"Um?"

Song Hui was stunned for a moment. He would give Mo Zizai the money he received, but other officials would not give Mo Zizai a bribe. Mo Zizai asked them to participate in collecting bribes. Isn’t this clearly asking the people from the Ministry of Revenue to pay money from his pocket?

But before he could ask, he saw Mo Zizai smile and said, "But when they received bribes, you can record who has participated. If you can leave evidence, it would be best."

"Secretary, understand..."

After hearing Mo Zizai say this, Song Hui instantly understood what Mo Zizai meant, this money is deadly.

Mo Zizai clearly used this money as bait. If an official from the Ministry of Revenue dared to follow him to embezzle the bait and bite it down, then waiting for them would be dead.

"Yeah, just understand."

Seeing that Song Hui understood what he meant, Mo Zizai nodded with satisfaction, "You only need to hand in a memorial for food intake. I will ask His Majesty to approve it."

"If there is anything wrong with other things, come to Jia Fu, and he will help you."

"Thank you, Prince." Hearing Mo Zizai say this, Song Hui bowed and said, "Then the official will take his leave first and go back and arrange these things."

"Yeah, you go."

...

Under Mo Zizai's arrangement, the price of grain in the capital rose a bit strangely, and sometimes it could rise several times in just one hour, causing the people in the capital to suffer.

However, because the Yulin Army was arranged to go to Beijing to suppress it, and in order to avoid the starvation of some people who could not afford rice, Mo Zizai also set up several porridge-fed places in the capital. Therefore, although the people complained, they had no other ideas.

In such a strange and peaceful atmosphere in the capital, the wedding date between Mo Zizai and Tang Weiyi was gradually approaching, and with this festive day approaching, some strange people gradually appeared in the capital.

"Amitabha, will you give this to the Sanjia family?"

In the Honglu Temple, which is responsible for foreign affairs reception, a burly monk stared at the minor officials of Honglu Temple with big eyes, as if he was about to take action if he had a disagreement. His posture almost scared the minor officials who had never seen the world to cry.

"Master, this is already the best vegetarian food in my Honglu Temple."

The little official looked aggrieved. In order to deal with the empress's wedding, they made a lot of preparations in the past few days. This vegetarian dish was already the best, and the monk was not satisfied.

If it weren't for the fact that the monk was from Jinlian Temple, the minor official would have asked the guard to bombard the monk with a ferocious look.

"Sir, I don't know that this thief is bald and does not eat vegetarian food, but only eats meat."

A voice suddenly came from behind the little official. A middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a navy blue Taoist robe walked over and bowed to the little official and said, "So please trouble me and get some meat for this thief."

"As for these vegetarian foods, there is no need to remove them. I just like vegetarian food. I'll just eat this table of food."

"The monk doesn't eat vegetarian food?"

Monks in Dazhou usually eat vegetarian food, so after hearing that this monk was not vegetarian food, the little official couldn't help staring at the monk in surprise.

"What do you think of the family making?"

When the monk was looked at by the little official with a look like a rare animal, he couldn't help but feel annoyed, "I won't quit meat in Jinlian Temple. Why don't you go and prepare food for Sa's house!"

After hearing the monk's fierceness, the little official woke up as if he was dreaming and hurriedly ran out to prepare meat for the monk. But while walking, he muttered, "Is Jinlian Temple a holy place for Buddhism?" Why didn't he quit meat? What kind of Buddhist holy place is this?

Although the little official muttered, the monk and the Taoist priest were both powerful martial arts masters and could naturally hear it clearly. Therefore, the monk couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. He stood up and wanted to find the little official to make a theory, but the Taoist priest held it down.

"Okay, this is the capital. You should calm down if you are bald."

"So what about the capital? Why do you fear the family?"

The monk's Dharma name Yuanzhi. When he heard the Taoist persuasion, he said without caring: "Besides, what is your Majesty practicing the unique teachings of my Jinlian Temple today, and he is half a person from my Jinlian Temple. So what if the family is a little more presumptuous?"

"Oh."

After hearing what Monk Yuanzhi said, the Taoist sneered, "Half of Jinlian Temple, if you have the ability, try saying this outside."

"Sajia is not stupid."

Yuanzhi touched his bald head. He just looked a little reckless, not really stupid. If he said this outside, someone who couldn't listen would come and chop his head and let someone take it back to Jinlian Temple.

After all, this is the capital, and it is no different from other places. These martial arts powerhouses are not much different from ordinary people here. If you say not to be pinched to death, you will be pinched to death. Therefore, it is best to be a human being with your tails stomped.

"After that being said, damn bull's nose, did you care when you entered the city? There are actually many places for porridge in the capital. Has the disaster spread to the capital?"

"It's not natural disasters, but man-made disasters."

The Taoist priest shook his head and said with a look of ugliness: "I have learned just now that the reason why there is no food to eat in the capital is because King Zizai transferred all the food in the capital to the three affected counties."

"King Zizai, is Mo Zizai, the son of the late emperor?"

After hearing what the Taoist said, Monk Yuanzhi frowned, "Isn't he nonsense? What's the point of tearing down the east wall and repairing the west wall? Not only do you want to do it for nothing, but you also want to bring the people in the capital?"

"well……"

When the Taoist priest heard Monk Yuanzhi complain about Mo Zizai, he sighed deeply. He looked around carefully. After seeing that there was only one young man in black in the yard except for the two of them, he lowered his voice and said to Yuanzhi: "I heard that there were grain merchants from other places who came to Beijing to sell grain. As a result, some people in the Ministry of Revenue said that their food was not good and they were not allowed to sell it."

"Unless you can get their grain, you won't even think of selling a grain in the capital."

Yuanzhi suddenly thought of the tricks in this and asked with a sneer: "Then do you have to buy this food supply with money?"

"That's right." The Taoist priest nodded and said, "Not only do you need to buy it with money, but you also have to give gifts to the officials of the Ministry of Revenue. I heard that a 5,000 tael of grain would have to give 400,000 taels of silver."

"And, all this money is said to have been in Mo Zizai's pocket."

"It's time to kill!"

Hearing this, Yuanzhi slapped the table suddenly, and his face turned red with anger, "No wonder the late emperor refused to pass the throne to him. If he gave the throne to him, will the people in the world still have a way out?"

As soon as Yuanzhi finished speaking, he heard the young man in black who was burying his head to eat not far away and looked up and said to Yuanzhi.
Chapter completed!