Chapter 199 Slapping in the face Slapping in the face again
()"What?"
After hearing this, the tax collector subconsciously looked at Ximen Qing's raised right hand and immediately became furious.
"How dare you kill me when you've reached this level?"
Before the tax official even uttered the word "entertainment", Ximen Qing's face turned serious.
"Sorry, you gave the wrong answer!"
Ximen Qing threw away his arm and smacked it with his open palm at lightning speed.
The target is naturally the fat face of the tax collector.
At that moment, the tax collector was stunned, staring blankly at the slap, with only one thought in his mind.
"This can't be true I must be dreaming!"
"Snapped!"
The sound of this slap in the face was so loud that the two soldiers behind the tax collector were stunned. Even the tax collector, as the person involved, numbly reached out and touched the slightly swollen left cheek.
The scene was silent. People passing by to watch the excitement looked at each other, but no one dared to make a sound.
Most people feel that their outlook on life has begun to collapse.
As a businessman, when faced with the extortion from the tax collector at the city gate, he did not take the initiative to give money or beg, but instead reached out and slapped the tax collector.
This kind of thing is as incomprehensible as the official going out of the palace to visit the brothels.
Isn’t Fendai from San Gong and Liu Yuan enough to be favored by the official family?
Wait, this metaphor is not very appropriate.
Because the official family went out of the palace to visit the brothels, but it was an open secret that they went to Li Xingshou on Maxing Street.
After a few seconds, the people watching began to discuss secretly with great interest.
"This businessman is not simple. Could it be that some adult paid a private visit incognito on a whim?"
The people secretly speculated on the truth of the matter, and some even boldly predicted that Wu Song and Sun Erniang were the young adults' guards.
“Female guards are really rare”
"Although your big man's service is just like yours and mine, no matter where you stand, the imperial guards are not so majestic."
The whispers of the people carried along the wind and reached the tax collector's ears, which shocked him.
"Who are you?" the tax collector asked cautiously, covering his fat and swollen face.
This tax collector was promoted to such a fat position six months ago after he spent a lot of money to ask his grandfather to sue him. His tactics were so shady that even merchants who knew about it would rather go around other city gates than come to the new Zizio Gate.
After spending a lot of money, it's natural to get it back. What's more, the tax collector has to pay 50% of what he gets every month. If he doesn't work hard to get it, he really can't afford the money he has spent.
However, in this city of Tokyo, a small role like the city gate tax collector is just a soldier and a general. The saying "If you don't come to Bianliang, Tokyo, you won't know that you are a small official" is really true.
Who knows which lord's relative came in through the city gate on any given day? Even the housekeeper and tax collector couldn't afford to offend him.
Therefore, while the tax collectors are making a lot of money, they also maintain a high degree of vigilance for fear of making a wrong step.
This is why after being severely slapped in the face, the tax collector's reaction was not to get angry or call for soldiers to take action, but to ask a calm question first.
Last month, a colleague from the Weizhou Gate in the west accidentally stopped a cart carrying gifts to Captain Zhu Meng and was beaten to the ground. He couldn't even serve as a subordinate and rushed home to farm.
"Businessmen from Qinghe County." Ximen Qing wiped his palms on the tax collector's official uniform with a half-smile: "This is where we sell wine."
"Then why did you hit me!"
The tax collector's face suddenly changed and he became furious.
"It turns out it's just that the merchant is so brave!"
The admiring eyes of the people nearby began to turn into regret: "I'm afraid I can't keep these wines."
"There is a mosquito on your face." Ximen Qing was still smiling, which made the tax officer a little confused: "You can see that the bite is swollen, isn't it?"
The tax collector immediately put down his hand covering his face and was shaking with anger. He thought he was a great character, but turned out to be just a crazy man who was really here to tease him.
"Sir, what should I do?" a soldier asked.
"Catch them!" The tax official was teased back and forth, like a firecracker being set off, and his outstretched finger barely missed Ximen Qing's face: "Catch them all, all goods will be confiscated!"
"Got the order!"
Two soldiers came forward with steel knives in hand, and the tax collector shouted loudly: "There are others who come with me!"
There were about a dozen soldiers at the city gate. After listening to the tax collector's order, they ignored the others and came over one after another to prepare for action.
"Pfft hahahahaha!" On the cart behind Ximen Qing, Shi Qian, who was on the drum, couldn't help but burst into laughter when he saw his joy, patting the wine jar and laughing.
"What's going on? Another crazy person?"
The tax collector was furious and pointed at Shi Qian, who was rolling with laughter: "That guy has a stern look on his face. He is not a good person at first glance. Take it down with me first!"
"Wait a minute!" Ximen Qing, who was a little disturbed by Shi Qian, shouted, took out the waist badge from his arms at the right time, and brought it straight to the fat face.
"Do you recognize this badge?"
The tax collector's fat body trembled suddenly.
Waistband?
To be honest, the tax collector's eyes in that waist card are too close. Although they can't focus properly, the waist card is correct.
The tax collector's heart was agitated, and sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.
Wrong! Totally wrong!
Even if he is the humblest official with a waist badge, he cannot afford to offend him.
The waist badge can be said to be a symbol of status. With the waist badge, you can enter and exit some places.
And those are places that even the tax collector couldn't squeeze into even if he broke his head.
The tax collector stiffened his neck and tried hard to focus his eyes. The unique pattern made him immediately recognize it: "The adults and the children have eyes but they cannot recognize Mount Tai."
Seeing the sudden change in the situation between the enemy and ourselves, those soldiers stopped one by one.
"Recognize it?" Ximen Qing asked with a smile.
"Recognized." The tax collector's eyes had turned into veritable cross-eyes due to his efforts to focus.
Imperial City Division!
The tax collector suddenly felt his legs were sore and weak. He knew exactly what the Imperial City Secretary was doing.
As long as the official of the Imperial City Division in front of him gets angry, he will live and die in the Imperial City Division Prison.
Very decisively, the tax collector raised his two fat hands and slapped himself from left to right.
"The villain deserves to die! The villain should take care of himself!"
The soldiers, the onlookers, and the porters were all deeply shocked.
The usual Jiaozi also fell to the ground with this movement.
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
Ximen Qing took two steps back, crossed his hands and coldly counted for the tax collector.
"one!"
"two!"
"twenty!"
The tax collector was so well-behaved that even if he slapped himself, he would still be tired after being twenty and his body would be trembling with fat.
The fat face is covered with sweat, or is it the oil and water that you fanned out?
"You want five hundred guans, so I'll give you fifty if you slap me." Ximen Qing looked at the tax collector who was beating slower and slower, and reached out to point at the soldier behind the tax collector: "He can't fight anymore.
Now, you can finish the rest for him."
The soldiers looked at each other, wondering for a moment whether they should obey. The tax collector gasped and shouted: "Why don't you come here and wait to die!"
Now that those who had been beaten had spoken out, two soldiers stepped forward to stop the tax collector. One soldier rolled up his sleeves and said, "Sir, you asked for this yourself. You can't settle the accounts later."
The tax official saw that Ximen Qing was refusing to move as if there were nails driven into his feet, so he shouted: "Hurry up and beat him!"
The soldier swallowed, rounded his arms, drew his bow from left to right, and started fighting very seriously.
It has to be said that the strength of this hand is not comparable to that of the tax collector himself.
Within three or five blows, that fat face almost began to deform.
While beating, the soldier counted very responsibly.
"thirty!"
"Fifty!"
"My lord, I'm done slapping you," the soldier tentatively reported back to Ximen Qing after the slapping.
Since the tax collectors all call you "Sir", it is always right to call yourself "Sir".
"Well, you are very responsible." Ximen Qing looked at the tax collector who had passed out, picked up the official letter from the ground, and stuffed it into the soldier's hand: "I will give you tea as a reward."
"Thank you, sir!"
"Let's go, let's go into the city!" Ximen Qing touched the thunder stone on his waist and ordered loudly.
Bursts of cheers suddenly erupted from the people watching around.
"Well played!"
“It’s so enjoyable!”
"Which yamen master is this? He is really in our early days!"
"I want to whip this guy every time I come here, thank you sir!"
Ximen Qing jumped on his horse, waved to the people, and led the wine team away.
Listening to these words of the people and seeing the excitement of the crowd, the soldiers suddenly felt that they had done a lot of bad things under the tax collector.
Naturally, the two soldiers holding the tax collector released their hands, allowing the unconscious tax collector to slump to the ground, and returned to his post at the city gate without caring.
At this time, of course it is better to stay as far away from the target that the people hate as possible.
When the common people entering and exiting the city gate passed by the fat body on the ground, they lined up in an orderly manner to spit on the tax collector.
Seeing this scene, the soldiers were very glad that they had just made the right move.
"Brother, you did a great job." He gave a thumbs up when he heard the sign.
Ximen Qing shook his head with a smile and said: "There are countless officials in the country who are like the sand of the Yellow River. I am just doing it casually. It is difficult to solve the problem fundamentally."
Sun Erniang laughed after hearing this and said: "I don't understand the truth. If someone like this comes to my shop, I will kill them one by one."
"This kind of thing is naturally easy to deal with, but it's rotten at the root." Ximen Qing shook the towering inner city palace in the distance with his riding crop: "We will try our best to do it."
Wu Song was silent after hearing this, and then said after a while: "If I had known this, it would be better to have fun on Liangshan Mountain."
"Liangshan and Liangshan are not at peace." Ximen Qing reminded Wu Songdao: "As long as you have a heart, where can you be without Liangshan?"
"As long as you have a heart, where can you go?"
Wu Song repeated these words three or five times in his heart, and his eyes suddenly glowed with enthusiasm: "Brother said it well! As long as this heart is still there, whether it is Bianliang in Tokyo or other places, it will be Liangshan!"
Ximen Qing laughed heartily and turned to ask the fortune teller Jiang Jing: "Mr. Jiang, I wonder where we will stay tonight?"
Jiang Jing listened to Ximen Qing and Wu Song. Sun Erniang's voice was loud and she smiled bitterly and said: "My boss, this is not Qinghe County. Some things should be said behind closed doors."
"Go to the south of the city. There are good inns in Tianshui Lane that you are familiar with. To the west is Daxiangguo Temple, which has a quiet environment."
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