Nangong Ping, whose courtesy name is She, was the nephew of Nangong Xi, the Prime Minister of the current dynasty.
When he was still in his infancy, Nangong Ping's father served as the county magistrate of Chencheng Feng County in Weijiang. He took the lead with local Zhechong soldiers to suppress the Fanman and died in battle. His mother, Nangong Zhang, sent Nangong Ping to the capital and entrusted him to the Ministry of Rites.
After being raised by the doctor Nangong Xi, he returned to Feng County. Nangong Zhang sold his property and obtained silver notes, then went into the mountains alone. On the grounds that he was being oppressed by the local government, he brought money to seek protection from the barbarians.
Seven days later, a Fanman chieftain was pierced through the heart by Nangong Zhang with a sharp knife. Nangong Zhang threw himself off a cliff and died.
This barbarian chief was one of the original rebel chiefs, and was later recruited by the court. He was also the culprit who killed Nangong Ping's father.
Nangong Ping, whose parents died, grew up next to Nangong Xi, who regarded him as his own.
Although Nangong Ping had read poetry and books since he was a child, he had an unconventional nature and loved to dance with swords and sticks. After reaching the age of 16, he obtained a meritorious service, but did not enter the court as an official. He determined to go to Weijiang or Ganzhou and start as a county magistrate.
Suppress the barbarians.
Nangong Xi couldn't bear Nangong Ping's long journey to a remote place, and persuaded Nangong Ping to join the Ministry of Rites to observe the government. However, Nangong Ping refused to listen to the dissuasion. Although he stayed in Beijing, he lived alone in the north city and spent his good years in the shops under the name of the Nangong family.
This is Nangong Ping, who is in his early twenties. In the eyes of other Nangong family members, he is just a weirdo who spends his time doing nothing. He is obsessed with the pre-Qin Mohist machine arts and tinkers with random and useless gadgets.
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Chu Qing looked through the account books, and Nangong Ping pointed out in detail how the Nangong family evaded taxes.
In fact, it's not considered tax evasion. It's just that no one has paid. It's the norm. If no one else pays, why should the shop under their Nangong family's name pay?
Chu Qing closed the account book and looked at Nangong Ping slightly strangely: "Is your uncle a close relative?"
"Master Chu, are you asking the student's uncle Nangong Xi?"
Chu Qing nodded: "Yes, Lord Nangong."
"Lord Chu, there is no need to worry. No matter how big the sky is, it can't be bigger than a word. No matter how vast the land is, it can't be as wide as a method. Since it violates the laws of Changchun, it must be dealt with impartially. My uncle is the prime minister of the dynasty, so he must abide by the laws and disciplines.
There can be no criticism whatsoever."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tao Shaozhang and Chen Yan both cupped their hands and saluted Nangong Ping, who had a majestic and upright face.
Tao Shaozhang, who was extremely upright, became quite friendly and wanted to make friends with Nangong She. Tao Shaozhang liked to make friends with such cheating people the most. The two of them chatted and said that they might form a group in a few days, the Father's Worry Alliance.
, and equipped with a family poke package.
Chu Qing said nothing and scratched his forehead, feeling a little embarrassed.
He admired Nangong Ping very much, but he was not prepared to make friends with him.
People always praise people who kill relatives for justice. In fact, in reality, there are children who can't stand their father's corruption and directly report it to their father.
When talking about this kind of person, everyone will give a thumbs up and call him a good boy.
But if this child is a relative of ours, that would be very screwed up.
Just like a big orange donkey, he says every day that this old boy is so interesting and entertaining. When he gets home from work every day, he turns on the TV and follows him like a die-hard fan. But if one day, this big brother will
If he suddenly became the president of his own country, he would be so happy that he wouldn't even be able to cry.
So people are like this. Some people can only be observed from a distance but not played with. Just stand from a distance and give a thumbs up in admiration. Don't get close to them or get close to them. It's too deceiving.
Chu Qing didn't really want to talk to Nangong Ping, but Nangong Ping's eyes were always staring at Chu Qing.
"Sir Chu, in addition to the North City, students also know a lot about the merchants in the South City. If students are needed to help, your instructions are that the students must do their best."
Chu Qing waved his hands repeatedly: "No, we have enough manpower. Thank you. You can rest."
Nangong Ping's face was full of disappointment.
Chu Qing quickly led people out of the shop and went to the next store, which was also next door.
The shopkeeper also looked frightened, but what was depressing was that he said he didn't have any account books, so he could do whatever he wanted.
The ledger was not found, and Fu San found a ball of ashes with sparks in the backyard, which was obviously the ledger that had just been burned.
Tao Shaozhang was very angry, but without the account books, there was no evidence to prove that the shop had paid less taxes.
Chu Qing had already expected this situation and looked around.
They came to Nanshi in great force. There were so many shops, and the shopkeepers were not fools. After a little inquiry, they knew what was going on. It was a normal reaction to destroy the ledgers immediately.
The shopkeeper's surname is Song, Song Sheng. He sells silk cloth. Although he looks honest and honest, what he actually does is not honest at all. As soon as he saw Chu Qing and the others entering other shops, he looked for the account books.
The store's account books were burned.
Chu Qing looked through the roster and matched his number. In the background was a chief official from Honglu Temple.
To say that Song Sheng was very courageous, he was not. His legs were trembling and he was sweating profusely.
It can be said that this guy is timid, let alone, even if he is timid, he will not burn the ledger directly.
Just when Tao Shaozhang, who was cooperating in the investigation on behalf of Dali Temple, was at his wits' end, Nangong Ping, who was outside watching the excitement with his head stretched out, ran in.
Giving a salute to Song Sheng, Nangong Ping smiled slightly: "Shopkeeper Song, it's not like you don't know what Qianqi Camp is for. Isn't this looking for punishment? What are you doing by burning the account books?"
"No, I didn't burn it, I didn't dare to burn it." Song Sheng shook his head and stammered, repeating the same sentence over and over again, "It didn't burn, I didn't dare to burn it." After that, he actually burned it.
"It's just some money, why bother."
Nangong Ping glanced at Chu Qing, and when he saw that Chu Qing didn't stop him from speaking, he looked at Song Sheng again. This opening directly broke his guard.
"Shopkeeper Song, the fabrics in the shop are all sent from Weijiang. They go through the south gate. On the first and fifteenth day of every month, the Song family's caravan arrives here. When passing through the south gate, they will be inspected.
After that, the number of carriages and pieces of cloth are all recorded in the register. All you need to do is go to Chengmen Square to ask for the records, and then subtract the inventory in your store, and you will know the amount sold during this period."
Song Sheng's pupils shrank, and he quickly waved his hands and said: "Give it away, give it away, give it away to many people."
"Have you given it away?"
Nangong Ping's smile became even stronger: "The Song family's fabrics are popular among the high-ranking officials in the city. They usually sell ready-made clothes. The master who sews the ready-made clothes is called Wang Ming, and he also has two apprentices. These three people, every day
They are all in the shop. Just ask Qianqiying or the Imperial Guard to find out that your boss is just the head of Honglu Temple. Shopkeeper Song feels that Master Wang Ming is not afraid of Qianqiying, but is afraid of a Honglu Temple.
Director of the Lu Temple, you think so."
Song Sheng looked pale and murmured.
Nangong Ping continued: "Look, student, this shop earns at least dozens of guan every day. After the rest of the month, it will be more than 1,000 guan. If Master Chu is displeased, he will send a subordinate to guard him every day."
It is recorded outside, and the true amount has been verified. Don't even think about doing this business. The amount of missed tax is only a few hundred dollars at most. It's better to make up for it happily. Why lose a big thing for a small thing? Shopkeeper Song's is
A sensible person, right?"
Song Sheng looked at Chu Qing cautiously: "My lord, just... just let the villain make up the tax amount?"
"What do you think?"
"The villain thought... thought he would lose everything."
