"What are you doing? Isn't this a place to pay back the money?" the leader of the black-faced man asked in a loud voice.

"yes……"

"Then we are here to pay back the money!"

The big man's big furry hands grabbed a few large banknotes and slapped them hard on the table, and pointed at the city wall with his chin.

"The five hundred thousand taels of silver from the Marquis of Jianchang have been paid back, so quickly remove the name at the top!"

There was such a big movement to pay back the money. Zu Jiyuan carefully checked the banknotes one by one, turned the abacus a few times, and after confirming that they were correct, he deliberately shouted loudly before the big man was about to explode.

"The 500,000 taels owed by Zhang Yanling, Marquis of Jianchang, have been paid off, and he has been blackmailed!"

The big men felt something was wrong when they heard this, but they couldn't tell what was wrong, so they had no choice but to watch their names being painted over and then follow the path they came from.

This scolding person who has read a book doesn't even say a single curse word, but it still makes you feel uncomfortable.

This man wants face, and the tree wants bark. As long as he owes a small amount and can pay it back on the spot, he will pay it back immediately even if he borrowed the money on the spot.

There were many people who didn't pay on the spot, so they hurriedly pushed through the crowd and went home to raise money. It would be a shame to have this name hanging here.

They are all respectable people. I really can’t afford to disgrace this person. Who knows if the emperor will have more ruthless tricks later on. It seems that we can’t take any chances. It would be better if we repay him earlier.

Except for the deceased officials, the total number of names on these imperial lists is less than 4 million taels.

At the end of the day, Zu Jiyuan counted and recovered half of it, and there was less than two million taels left.

Ten people used the light to check the accounts, money and the list on the city wall one last time to make sure there were no mistakes.

"Your Majesty, this trick is so effective!"

"That's right, it's much easier than asking Jin Yiwei to go to the house and search for it!"

The Jin Yiwei who maintained order during the day also helped pack the silver box and interjected from the side: "This is much less ruthless than the Jin Yiwei's robbery. Think about how embarrassing it is to have this name on it!"

Zu Jiyuan closed the account book and carefully tied it tightly with hemp rope.

"Huh, if you're afraid of being embarrassed, just pay it back early. Why don't you feel embarrassed when you owe money?"

Those who owe money never thought they would be embarrassed before.

As for what Jiajing did, no one has done it in thousands of years. Who would have thought that "don't say that you are unforeseen" means this.

The next day, there were still people standing under the city gate, but it was much less than yesterday.

Because many people are still on the list, there are only one or two hundred people left on the imperial list. Come and take a look just to know who is not there yet, so we can have some conversation after dinner.

While these people were watching, someone shouted: "Today's executioner is not good enough. Shen Zhou only cut about 600 times before he fainted!"

"Really? How many cuts did Jiang Bin get?"

"Some people counted 1,237 knives, but I didn't get a single piece of meat!"

After this conversation, Zu Jiyuan watched as most of the crowd dispersed and went to see Ling Chi.

He also wanted to take a look, but due to his responsibilities, he could only get the latest news from the mouths of those running from both sides.

On this day, the effect was not as good as the first day. At the end of the whole day, I only received 200,000 taels of silver, and only a few were crossed off the list.

Unexpectedly, on the third day, all sixteen people involved in Jiang Bin's case were executed.

Beijing, which had not seen a drop of water for several months, suddenly started to rain.

Zu Jiyuan was sitting boredly, using a brush dipped in water to review the Jiajing religion's new accounting method on the table: Accounts receivable? Other receivables? 1,730,000 taels...

Suddenly, a dot appeared on the words I just wrote.

Followed by two, three...

He raised his head and looked at the sky. The cold rain hit his face, smelling like rain.

"It's raining! It's raining!"

Zu Jiyuan threw away his pen in excitement, jumped up, opened his arms, shouted like crazy, and spun around in circles.

Others were also very excited, but no one was as excited as him. Instead, they hurriedly moved the account books and cash box under the doorway to take shelter from the rain.

"Good rain, good rain knows the season, the emperor is wise!"

Zu Jiyuan's voice was hoarse when he shouted. The reason why he was so excited was because he was transferred from Qintian Prison.

As early as a long time ago, Qin Tian Jian had been discussing in private that the lack of rain from the sky for a long time was a sign of the emperor's lack of morality and was a punishment from heaven on the emperor.

He even mentioned that he wanted to write a letter and ask the emperor to issue an edict to punish himself.

However, Zu Jiyuan and Jiajing have been together for such a long time, but they strongly disagree with this view. Since the emperor came to the throne, he has always been concerned about the world, and has shown his holy virtue and benevolence in everything he does. How can there be any lack of morality?

So now that Jiang Bin is being executed and the heavy rain is falling, how can Zu Jiyuan not be excited?

Gradually, the raindrops turned into snowflakes.

The snowflakes turned into heavy snow again, and soon the whole ground turned white.

"The traitors must be eliminated, auspicious snow falls from the sky, God bless the Ming Dynasty, the emperor is a saint! Haha..."

Zu Jiyuan knelt in the snow, looking at the snowflakes falling from the sky.

Not only Zu Jiyuan, but also the people all over the capital also walked out of their homes and ran happily in the streets and alleys.

Who wouldn’t be happy when the auspicious snow heralds a good harvest?

Not only did they like the snow, they also used the snow to vent their long-suppressed emotions and vent the joy brought about by Jiang Bin being Ling Chi.

In addition to the rejoicing people, there were many people running on the streets in the snow.

In the past, when the weather was like this, those people would usually hide under a small pavilion in the yard, light a stove, and warm a pot of wine.

It would be even better to have a drink by the fire and enjoy the snowy scenery. It would be even better if there were a few plum blossoms in the corner. It was very elegant and comfortable, but now they don't have the intention to enjoy this kind of fun.

Lu Yuchuan, a foreigner from the Ministry of Industry, is one of these busy figures. When he first entered the capital, he borrowed 10,000 taels of silver from the Ministry of Household Affairs to buy the courtyard where he now lives.

Over the years, the Ministry of Revenue has not asked for it, and he has never thought about paying it back. After all, everyone was borrowing money at that time.

Where can he go to get ten thousand taels of silver now? The real estate in his hometown has long been sold by the broker.

So far, not much has been sold, and after all calculation, the difference is still more than two thousand taels of silver.

He had been running for two days to borrow money, but he only borrowed two or three hundred taels in total. If he couldn't pay the money that day, his name would be hung on the Xihua Gate.

Standing in front of a gate, he hesitated for a long time, but he could only step forward to call the door despite the snow.

This is already the fourth home he visited today.

"My elders are not at home and have gone out to borrow money!"

The concierge didn't even open the door, but passed these words through the crack of the door.

Lu Yuchuan slowly withdrew his hand from slamming the door, sighed deeply, turned around and got back into the small sedan carrying two people.

"Sir, where are you going?"

"Go to Peng Yushi's house!"

He could only ask Peng Zhanqi to see if he could lend him some money for the sake of being a fellow Shandong man. I heard that he had made a lot of money recently.

When the sedan just turned the intersection, it saw six sedans lined up in front of the alley where Peng Zhanqi's house was, including four sedans.

Even the housekeeper of Luo An's family stood at the gate curiously and watched the fun.

"grown ups?"

Lu Yuchuan let out a long sigh and put down the sedan curtain, "Let's go to Jianchang Hou's Mansion again!"
Chapter completed!