It was late at night! It was already past ten o'clock in the evening, and there was chaos everywhere in the capital, with dog barking, crying of adults and children, and the noise of running away from water to put out fires. The patrol officers of the General Police of the Capital were blew copper whistles and running around the streets.

The atmosphere in the capital became very strange. It was originally a quiet night, but there were always small conflicts that woke up the people in their sleep, and they kept coming and going all night long.

Bao Jing and his team walked to the north gate of Beixincang and looked at the closed black painted wooden door. The two lanterns in front of the door emitted a dim light.

"Go and call the door!" Bao Jing gave the order, and immediately a soldier jumped off his war horse, rushed over and started to smash the door with a bang.

"Who...who...what do you want to do this night?" A dissatisfied voice came from inside.

"The warehouse is checked! The Military Affairs Office checked the warehouse... open the door quickly!"

There was a sudden chaos inside the door, and the voice that was dissatisfied just now turned into a panic, "What? You kid are you lying, when did the Military Affairs Office come to check the warehouse? The Ministry of Revenue is almost the same..."

"Let me tell you, this is the treasury of the court. If you are young, don't make any decisions... It's all rice and grain, and there is no gold, silver and jewelry. If you want to make a mistake, please change the place!"

"Why are you talking so much nonsense?" The soldier who smashed the door was so angry that he kicked the ball. "Military Chief Minister Bao Jing came to check the accounts in person, you dog slaves, open the door quickly!"

I heard a panic inside the door and muttered to myself that I didn’t know what I was talking about. Bao Jing suddenly felt a bad feeling from his heart!

"Smash the door! Pry open the door... Tell inside that if you don't open the door, everyone will be arrested!"

"Ah..." Several soldiers rushed over with their orders. One of them wisely pulled out his waist knife. The sharp blade stabbed directly through the crack of the door, and then began to lift the door bolt upwards.

"Open the door quickly... Lord Baofeng has an order. If you don't open the door, you will be arrested and put in prison!"

Now Beixincang was completely furious. When he saw his shaky waist knife stabbing through the crack of the door, let alone whether he could open the door latch, it was scary enough.

The barman guarding the door shouted in fear, "Sir, don't be anxious... I'll open the door now, and the younger one will open the door now..."

The thick door latch was pushed open, and the heavy wooden door opened a crack and looked out with a few pairs of eyes. At first glance, you could see Lord Baofeng under the lantern, and his court uniform could not deceive anyone.

Not daring to neglect, the door slowly opened, and Baojun's guard rushed in directly!

"Where is the warehouse management in Beixincang? Where is the warehouse manager? Where is the warehouse book? Why don't you come to welcome the adults quickly..."

The Qing Dynasty had a strict system for custody. The top leader was called custody, the second leader was called custody, and the one who copied the accounts was called custody, and the rest were custody.

Especially the warehouses in the capital are strict, and there must be a warehouse manager or warehouse on duty every night, and the warehouse books and warehouse soldiers must also be on duty.

After a while, an official custody with eyes full of eyes ran over and gave Lord Baosheng a thousand salutes, "Slave Beixincang Official Investor, Tong Jia, I've been knocking Lord Baosheng!"

"Hmm? Are you in the flag?"

"A slave is inlaid with red flags and cannot become a talented person. He can only be a government treasury to the court... Prince Lao Li is the master of the slave!"

Bao Jing glanced at him. The dog slave came up and told himself that he was the slave of Prince Li. Could it be that he wanted to use Prince Li to suppress me?

"Well... get up, how much grain does this Beixin Warehouse have in total? Take the accounts to me! Others take over the keys and prepare to almost get into the warehouse..."

When Tong Jia saw that the door of her own was useless, her face was pale, "Sir... What are you doing in the granary during the third update of the night? It's dark and there is no such rule..."

"According to the Beixincang system, raising fires late at night is a big taboo. If the slave leaves, he will not be able to bear the responsibility!"

"Well! You are so brave, so raving? Do you want to teach me how to be an official? I will send the accounts over immediately, and the keys to each warehouse..."

The sweat beads on the forehead of the custodian who was kneeling on the ground fell off. "Sir... Sir, don't do this. The court has a system. You can give the slave a copy of the emperor's handwriting, or you can ask for a note to the prince!"

"It's really unruly to check the warehouse late at night. Don't be too embarrassed by the small ones, you really can't take responsibility!"

The more Guan Ku said this, Bao Jing became more frightened. Is there something wrong with Beixincang?

"Bastard, when did Prince Li take charge of the responsibilities of the Ministry of Revenue? What did you ask me to do to the prince? Is Beixincang a warehouse for the court? Can our military aircraft chief still check the warehouse?"

"Give me a stern! Let him have a long memory!"

A soldier rushed over and shot Tong Jia from left to right and slapped him. Ten forwards and backs made his mouth and nose bleeding.

Bao Jing looked at him and sneered, "How much rice and grain is there in this Beixin Warehouse? Wouldn't you not know if you are the custodian?"

Unexpectedly, Tong Jia was even more courageous when he was beaten. He wiped the blood from his mouth and nose and smiled, "Why should I use my despicable servant to establish my authority? No one watched it in the middle of the night!"

"Adults want to know? Haha... it may be 200,000 shi, or 300,000 shi. The young man couldn't explain it clearly, and it didn't take a long time to check it!"

"Bold! As a warehouse manager, you don't know how much food you have in your warehouse? Such a dereliction of duty is really bold!"

"Haha... Lord Baoyan should not scare the younger ones with big words. Our bannermen are not scared! Now, this errand in the warehouse is considered responsible for being on duty like me like me!"

"How many people are doing errands and haven't shown up for half a month! This is the case with the Eight Banners. It's not the first day that Lord Baofeng knew about it!"

Bao Yan's hands were trembling with anger, "You... don't think that Prince Li can protect you! This official killed you just to kill a dog..."

Before he finished speaking, Bao Jing knew how brave this slave dog was!

At this moment, a fire suddenly lit up from behind, and the crowd was in chaos. "The account is gone... The account is gone... Wang Kushu is still sleeping inside!"

"Put the fire quickly...protect the accounts!" Bao Jing gave the order, and all the soldiers rushed over!

Kushu, who was in charge of the accounting office, was now blackened, and he was poured with two buckets of cold water. He knelt on the ground and shivered, and smoke was rolling in the accounting office.

"The little one... the little one has rheumatism... There is a fire plate in the room... I just heard the call from the adults and accidentally kicked the fire plate over..."

"Damn it, little one..." Kushu kept kowtowing. Bao Jing's face turned gloomy after reading it, and he had already guessed it all.

Turning his head to look at the official database, "Haha... Tong Jia is the servant of Prince Li? Are you really confident! You dare to burn someone to destroy the accounts. Do you think the Ministry of Revenue has no bottom account?"

"Explain it carefully, how much food have you greedy for? To be honest, you can still leave a way out!"

Tong Jia stammered her neck and said, "I don't understand what the sir said! What's wrong with the Ministry of Revenue having a basic account? The Ministry of Revenue accounts are all paired with our warehouse for three months! Now that the Ministry of Revenue accounts are coming, it cannot mean that the real food stored here is here!"

"As for burning the account book, it is Kushu's sin. You can't rely on me..."

"Hahaha! OK... I'm a little bit like a Eight Banners, you won't cry until you see the coffin!"

"I am also a bannerman, the Inlaid White Banner, the Sozhuoluo family! Don't even hide this ghost trick from me!"

"Come on, search out the key! I don't believe that this key can be transformed?"

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