Qian Yiqun's understanding of the demise of the Ming Dynasty was still at the initial stage: there were rebels inside and Jiannu outside.

Now Zheng Yuanxun said that the court does not collect business taxes, which is completely inconsistent with his life experience. In his life perception, the court not only collects tariffs, but also collects extremely high prices, even one tariff. Many small businessmen ran for a few months and finally put some money to make a living.

After a careful mind, he realized that the court did not collect taxes from big merchants like Zheng Yuanxun. For example, the Zheng family, Zheng Yuanxun himself was a juren, and he also had an older brother who was also a juren. The family had already changed the walls and no taxes were paid. As for other big merchants, they were both officials and gentry, or were juren, Jinshi and other wealthy families who bought shares, who dared to collect taxes?

On the contrary, those small merchants pay taxes like paying tolls. Let’s not talk about anything else. Suzhou has developed business and crisscrossing waterways. There is a personal tax on every ten miles of waterways. How much does it cost to pay? No money can be lost to the national treasury.

"Now the Salt Merchants Association has sent someone to send a letter to drive my family out." Zheng Yuanxun, as a big salt merchant, is naturally one of the shareholders of the Salt Merchants Association. However, if his family breaks the rules, it will naturally cause resistance from all salt merchants.

"That's fine! There are still thieves now, spreading some gold and walls in my house, silver and even the fruits grown on the trees are jade agate." Zheng Yuanxun was amused and crying. "Someone believed such a ridiculous thing, and wanted to make the idea of ​​this movie garden. I had to go outside to buy a savior, but I was afraid that it was a spy who had thieves in."

Qian Yiqun said oh, pondered for a moment, and planned: "Actually, this matter is not a big deal. Where is the gold now?"

"It has been sent to Nanjing Ministry of Revenue, and it is too late to recover it." Zheng Yuanxun said angrily.

"No need to recover it, just publish a book called "The Record of Gold Collection". "Qian Yiqun said, "These 30,000 taels of gold are actually not your family. Master Zheng got the guidance of a god in his dream and dug out the 30,000 taels of gold. He thought that all the world was the king's land. Of course, he had to submit it to the court."

Zheng Yuanxun's eyes lit up, his face turned pale and said, "The Taoist Master really woke up the dreamer with one word! I just thought about how to save the defeat, but I didn't expect that I could still take such a unique approach!"

"The origin of this golden character needs to be carefully studied." Qian Yiqun said, "If the stolen money hidden by someone else is transferred by the son, the enemy will be secret and I will be clear. This is the most troublesome thing."

"The dog son refused to spit, saying that he could only tell the emperor! I was annoyed that he was so ruthless, so I locked him in the room." Zheng Yuanxun said.

Qian Yiqun stood up and smiled and said, "I will go and see him. As for the little girl who is planning to play the movie garden, there is no need to send more people. There is really a big thief coming. I'll tell you."

Zheng Yuanxun immediately thanked him and said to himself: Could you protect my family for the rest of your life? You have to buy it or not, but you don’t have to worry. You must only put it in with a clear innocence.

Qian Yiqun said goodbye to Zheng Yuanxun, and was led by the Zheng Mansion Manager to Danyan Shuyuyuan. It turned out that this yard was made of three small courtyards. The middle main courtyard where Mrs. Zheng lived, Zheng Yuanxun and his wife lived in the east courtyard, and the west courtyard was where the Zheng family’s daughter and niece lived.

Zheng Yuanxun's son's name is Zheng Hanxue, whose courtesy name is Shaoyuan, which shows how high the family's expectations are. He was locked in the house at this time, and his heart was depressed and he would roar from time to time as an vent.

As soon as Qian Yiqun walked to the door, he heard a pounding inside. The manager's face was bitter and said, "The young master is slandering himself again. As long as he feels uncomfortable, he will hit the table with his head."

The furniture in Zheng Mansion is made of rosewood, which can be passed down for hundreds of years without rotting or rotting. It is indeed more cruel to hit a table than hitting a wall.

Qian Yiqun and others opened the door, raised their feet and stepped in, looking at a young, beardless young man with a pale face and red eyes.

The young man was naturally Zheng Hanxue. He thought his father had come, but he looked up but saw that he was a Taoist who was a limited older than him, and he was stunned.

"Who are you?" Zheng Han learned and thought: Yes! They must have found a Taoist priest to exorcise evil when I was crazy or some evil spirit. Hey, no one in the world can understand me with painstaking efforts! It is really "Those who know me say I am worried, and those who don't know me say I want, what do I want? The sky is everywhere, who is this?"

Seeing Zheng Hanxue's resentment, Qian Yiqun smiled before speaking, and said, "Brother Shaoyuan, I am polite."

"Who are you Taoist priest?" Zheng Hanxue asked again, but he became quiet.

"A man who is not talented and kind is originally a monk from Qionglong Mountain. He passed by Yangzhou and stayed at Zun Mansion." Qian Yiqun said and sat down, and turned to Zheng Han to learn the Tao, "Please sit down."

Zheng Hanxue was stunned and sat down, as if he was being photographed by him. He didn't sit down, but he was like a junior who was listening to his lesson. He was very confused and sat opposite Qian Yiqun.

"I came here for the 30,000 taels of gold." Qian Yiqun made it straight to the point.

"Hmph, so that's it." Zheng Hanxue said disdainfully, "I have said everything I should have said. Some things are known and it will cause trouble in vain."

Qian Yiqun laughed and said, "Can you even cause even more disasters if you expose the 30,000 taels of gold and force the Zheng family to such a dilemma?"

"As long as I see the Emperor, my Zheng family can become a wealthy family that lives and dies with the Ming Dynasty!" Zheng Hanxue said with his head high.

Qian Yiqun couldn't help but smile and said, "Even if you see the emperor, what do you want to tell him? Could it be that there is a way to save the country and revitalize it?" The young man knew some political affairs and couldn't help but want to be a state affairs consultant, as if those old cabinet masters and ministers were all vouchers.

The last young man who held this attitude has now been executed by the emperor Lingchi, who once admired him very much.

His name is Yuan Chonghuan.

"Although it is not due to Zhongxing, it is of great benefit to the current situation!" Zheng Hanxue said firmly.

Qian Yiqun smiled and said, "I think you won't tell me."

"Are you the emperor?" Zheng Hanxue said sarcastically with cold eyes.

Qian Yiqun also smiled, touched the stubble, and said, "Actually, I want to know more about where the 30,000 taels of gold came from."

"This can only be told to the emperor!" Zheng Hanxue said proudly.

"But the Five Ghosts's Transportation Art?" Qian Yiqun directly asked out the doubts in his heart.

The Five Ghosts are also called the Five Ghosts’ wealth technique. The legendary Five Ghosts refer to the plague god, also known as the Five Ghosts’ wealth technique. They are Zhang Yuanbo of the Spring Plague, Liu Yuanda of the Xia Plague, Zhao Gongming of the Autumn Plague, Zhong Shigui of the Winter Plague, and Zhong Shigui of the Zhong Plague History and Literature. As long as you learn the true method and obtain the true talisman, you can call the Five Ghosts to bring other people’s wealth to your own home.

"Hmph, what are those things?" Zheng Hanxue said disdainfully.

Seeing that he did not deny the achievements of the mysterious arts, he just despised the Five Ghosts's art of transporting too low, Qian Yiqun couldn't help but think in his heart: I don't know that there are such a big-name mysterious art, why not try it out? However, this son is stubborn and doesn't even listen to his father's words. He may not be able to do anything without using some means.

"I heard that you have great ambitions," Qian Yiqun smiled, "It's better to do this, look here." As he said that, he untied the golden scale basket from his waist, placed it on the table, reached out to grab it from it, and immediately grabbed an ancient sword of spring and autumn style.

Zheng Hanxue obviously looked surprised on his face, but he said in his mouth: "What is this kind of martial arts?"

Qian Yiqun didn't blame him. He pinched the sword in his hand, and with a clang, the sword was unsheathed, and two sword flowers danced in the air, and re-sheathed. He pushed the ancient sword to Zheng Hanxue and said, "What do you think of this sword?"

Zheng Hanxue grabbed the ancient sword with both hands, tossed and turned, pulled out and inserted it, looked over and over again for a long time before saying, "I can't tell where the mechanism is."

Qian Yiqun laughed and said, "There are magical techniques in the world, so how can we use magic tricks?"

Zheng Hanxue hesitated for a moment, his mind turned sharply, and a joy gradually emerged on his face, and he said excitedly: "I know that I am not alone! You are the same as me, right!"

"This," Qian Yiqun grinned, "all are humans, and all are men."

"I mean this!" Zheng Hanxue looked around the room for a while and found a small copper spoon that picked incense ash to let Qian Yiqun see it clearly.

"Is it copper?" Zheng Hanxue asked.

Qian Yiqun nodded. The copper spoon was made very exquisitely, but the material was very ordinary brass.

Zheng Hanxue took back the copper spoon, gave birth to his right index finger, focused a little, and tapped gently, and said, "Look again."

When Qian Yiqun took it back, the weight was different.

This is no longer a copper spoon, but a gold spoon!

"When did you find that you have such skills?" Qian Yiqun asked with a golden spoon in his hand and a little worried.

Zheng Hanxue didn't know why this person had this question, and seemed to have decided that this skill came from the sky. He thought about it, but he couldn't learn the ability to turn stones into gold even if he spent money. "I was born!" he said.

"Impossible." Qian Yiqun guessed in his heart that it was the supernatural powers in Baimeitu. If he had this supernatural power, the Zheng family would have discovered it long ago. Judging from his virtue of doing things randomly as soon as he had money, he was not a low-key person who could hide it for twenty years.

"It should have happened several months ago." Qian Yiqun said directly.

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot, you are the same." Zheng Hanxue smiled awkwardly, "But speaking, your ability to control swords is far worse than mine."

Qian Yiqun refused to comment: "That 30,000 taels of gold was pointed out using this method?"

Master Zheng nodded and said, "Every day, you can only use half a foot long, wide and high pig iron blocks to make gold bricks. If you click too much, you will cough and it will not be cured for a long time."

There is no free lunch in the world. Even the pseudo-magic powers in Baimeitu have to consume the qi of the performer. Qian Yiqun's heart of plants and trees consumes the qi of the liver and wood. Qian Wei's invisibility technique consumes the qi of the heart and fire. Zheng Han learned the qi of the gold technique of the lungs and gold. If he uses too much, he will not only cough, but also asthma!

Qian Yiqun did not explain to him, but said, "Do you want to use this little bit of gold art to advance?"

"I want to serve the country!" Zheng Hanxue looked righteous and decisive.

Qian Yiqun raised his eyebrows, but didn't laugh at him.
Chapter completed!