In the south of Jiangling City, not far from Guandi Temple, is Guanzipu.

Many people have gathered in front of Guanzipu for several days in a row, waving banknotes in their hands, but none of them have the consciousness of "keeping their wealth private".

"Can't you redeem it today?"

"I can't redeem it."

"I wanted to redeem it more than a month ago, but now many shops are closed."

"What's going on?"

"It's a long story. In the past two years, Huizi was demoted so much that you couldn't even buy a pair of straw sandals for three to five hundred dollars, right? The giant merchants in the south of the Yangtze River had this trick in order to facilitate the exchange of gold and silver. This summer, the government took back

With the issuance of Guanzi, the giant businessmen seem to have suffered a big loss. But this matter is not as simple as it seems."

"I remember that when the Economic Circle Law came out, the prefect said, 'All the people from all over the world are raising their heads to look forward to the New Deal in Hebei Province.' Isn't that simple?"

"You think about it, it was released in mid-July, right? In mid-August, prices dropped three times, as if the imperial court had robbed the gold and silver of the giant merchants to stabilize prices. But how can these giant merchants be so easy to control?"

"I heard that in October alone, all the Guanzipu stores in Zhejiang and Jingxiang were sold out."

"Hey, this brother also knows? Those rumors are all true. The giant merchants in Jiangnan printed a large amount of banknotes before the court took action and made a lot of money."

"I also heard that the gold and silver confiscated are all lacquered and will fall off as soon as they are scratched."

"Damn, no wonder I can't redeem it."

"Alas, it's us ordinary people who are suffering."

"Speaking of which, as long as we don't get along with Bian, I won't accept the paper goods..."

These people who can still hold on to their livelihood are not too poor. They all have sad faces, but they can still get by.

They complain like this, and in the end if they really can't pay it off, they are just trying to find ways to spend the trouble in their hands.

Of course, I'm still very uneasy.

Suddenly, someone said: "I heard that the new Qin Tongpan was forging a pass in Jiangyuan."

"What?! Then the money in our hands isn't..."

"Really, I saw it with my own eyes. The paper materials and paints that come in and out of Jiangyuan every day are all there."

"Does the prefect just not care?"

“Officials protect each other!”

"No! Come with me if you have the guts! Let's go to the government office to ask for an explanation. We must investigate!"

"Let's go! I already dislike that person named Qin..."

Jiangyuan.

The brush was put aside. Yang Hui turned to look at Qin Jiushao and said, "Right?"

His entire eye socket was black, obviously he hadn't slept well for many days, but his eyes were clearly a little excited.

"That's amazing." Qin Jiushao sighed and smacked his lips again, "Who on earth came up with such an algorithm?"

"But it's still wrong. What is this graphic?"

"Avoid it, print the numbers on the back according to our algorithm, and try transporting it to Shu. If possible, take the Han River this time and go to Hanzhong to redeem it..."

Yu Desheng sat aside and looked at the algorithm they were discussing, seemingly understanding it but not understanding it.

But he knew that the new batch of Sichuan and Shaanxi coupons could be forged again.

Although Qin Jiushao is arrogant because of his talent, he is indeed capable.

This is completely different from Ma Qian.

Ma Qian is very polite to others, but unfortunately he is incompetent.

One can't help but sigh that there are so many talents in the Song Dynasty, and Jia Pingzhanggong promoted them at will, and there are talented people who can take charge of their own affairs.

On Li Ni's side, only Li Xia has the ability, and those who govern are all a bunch of losers, who only send spies here every time to make small troubles...

suddenly.

"Alang! Prefect Yang, Wang Xuezheng has brought many people here, they must enter the inner courtyard..."

"Prefect Yang? Wang Xuezheng?" Yu Desheng turned around, listened, and suddenly asked: "What's going on outside?"

"Yeah, what's that noise?"

Qin Jiushao had already stepped out of the hall, listened for a while, and sneered: "What kind of trouble does Yang want to cause me again?"

"Why did you offend him?" Yu Desheng was slightly unhappy.

"Because he is not from Pingzhang Gong, otherwise why would Pingzhang Gong need me to come?" Qin Jiushao smiled and said matter-of-factly: "What's more, he is Ma Guangzu's in-law. No matter how I please him, he doesn't care about me.

It’s pleasing to the eye.”

"Can't you be polite to him like us?"

Yu Desheng shook his head and strode to the outer hall, intending to take care of all these troubles for Qin Jiushao.

He also thought that three years ago, Ping Zhanggong recommended Qin Jiushao to serve as the governor of Qiongzhou. He only took office for a hundred days. Because of his corruption, the officials and the people made a big fuss, so the court had to remove Qin Jiushao from his post.

But this time it was different. This time Ping Zhanggong fully supported Qin Jiushao, and it was useless for anyone to impeach him.

When we arrived at the front yard, it became increasingly noisy.

…

"Look! That's a fake pass!"

"Get them!"

"Peng!"

Yu Desheng just walked to the door and saw two boxes smashed to the ground, scattering Guanzi and Huizi all over the floor.

He raised his head and saw a sea of ​​people outside the courtyard.

I can't count how many people there are.

After a while, Yu Desheng met the eyes of several officials standing outside the door and saw the anger in their eyes... and a hint of schadenfreude.

"frame?"

Just when this thought came to my mind, I heard the roaring sound.

"We're going in!"

"Stop them!"

"The prefect of Jiangling is here, who dares to touch the people under the prefect's rule..."

"Punch it in..."

Only then did Yu Desheng want to use the prestige of Pingzhang Gongmen to suppress the situation.

However, the situation on this day suddenly exceeded the expectations of these officials.

Several men in the crowd suddenly rushed out and pounced on Yu Desheng.

"Stop it for me..."

"Peng!"

Yu Desheng saw a golden light flash before his eyes, and he fell to the ground.

He did not expect that someone would dare to beat the guests of Pingzhang Gongmen in front of Jiangling Mansion officials and so many soldiers.

"Peng!"

Another punch came down.

"Go in! Otherwise the evidence will be destroyed again!"

The men who beat him continued to shout while beating Yu Desheng.

The crowd had already disappeared, and all kinds of shoes were crowded at the courtyard gate, constantly moving inward.

Yu Desheng tried hard to stand up and find his guards, but was hit on the head again.

His face felt hot, blood flowed down, and he felt his eyes go dark, followed by severe pain...

"Grab it!"

Someone shouted again and held up a beautiful porcelain.

"My! My..."

The situation is getting out of control.

These people, who were supposed to come to investigate and seek justice, had a faint tendency to riot.

Finally, a fire lit up the paper money workshop hidden in Jiangyuan.

"They're going to destroy the evidence!"

"Find Qin Jiushao! Don't let him escape..."
To be continued...