Everyone stopped eating when they heard this. Didn't they hear that?
She said she was easy-going?
If she kills or seriously injures anyone who disobeys, is she called easy-going?
If they hadn't dared, they would have scolded the public now. Did Mr. Futai have some misunderstanding about him?
Mu Qianyu leaned on the chair, still maintaining his easy-going persona, and said: "Everyone eats, and you come to my house to take care of yourself."
So they didn't dare to stop and mechanically stuffed their mouths with things they would never eat.
Mu Qianyu looked pleased.
Wei Zhong knew what she was waiting for, so he took the initiative and said: "Master Futai, I still have some savings at home, and I am willing to use part of it for the construction of Anping Mansion."
"I am also willing to do so." Lu Yijiang, a wallflower, climbed faster and immediately expressed his stance.
Tisi Lu Jian also said at this moment: "I am also willing to donate my savings."
The other petty officials below naturally expressed their willingness to do it. Although it was only a symbolic amount of money, it was also very distressing for them.
However, compared with the real pain and the seriousness of death, they still choose to cut off the flesh.
After getting the answer she wanted, the Futai lady showed an even brighter smile. She took the lead in looking at Wei Zhong:
"Master Wei is a good example of integrity for us. I wonder how much Master Wei is prepared to donate?"
"The official is willing to give me five thousand pieces of middle-grade spirit stones." Wei Zhong gritted his teeth and said. Five thousand spirit stones were really bleeding for him, but now he didn't dare not take them.
Mu Qianyu did not express his position on this number, but then asked: "What about your lords?"
"The official is willing to donate three thousand middle-grade spiritual stones." Lu Yijiang gritted his teeth and followed.
"Five thousand middle-grade spiritual stones," Lu Jian said.
"Xiaguan Qian Lingshi."
"Xiaguan Five Hundred Spiritual Stones."
"..."
Each of the officials reported the corresponding number of spiritual stones according to their own rank and with reference to their superiors.
Mu Qianyu leaned on the back of the chair, becoming more secretive as he listened. The smile on his face disappeared, and his fingers tapped the armrest regularly.
The air pressure in the room is slightly low.
This was the first time that all the officials felt the suppression of the aura from this master of the government, and found that the feeling of suppression was only much greater than that caused by the bandit.
"I'll give you one more chance." Mu Qianyu glanced at the entire audience with calm eyes, and his voice was gentle.
Wei Zhong was the first to bear the brunt of the pressure. Now he had no one to support him and could only obey, so he added: "If Mr. Futai feels that it is too little, I will give you ten thousand spiritual stones."
After taking out this money, he felt that he might not be able to sleep for a month.
"It's ten thousand for a lower official," Lu Jian said.
Lu Yijiang rolled his eyes and said: "I'm going to get eight thousand."
"Down……"
"Stop." Mu Qianyu stopped the officials below and said slowly: "Don't be nervous, everyone. We have a ledger here. You can circulate it and take a look."
As she said this, she turned over her hands and took out a blue-covered notebook, placed it on the table without hesitation, and glanced at Wei Zhong.
Wei Zhong stood up and took it, but he was stunned when he opened it.
The tax accounts received by tax officials every year are actually false, but the amounts recorded in this book are real.
In the 37th year of Longjing, he collected 700,000 medium-grade spiritual stones and 1 million stones of grain.
In the 38th year of Longjing, he collected 630,000 medium-grade spiritual stones and 800,000 stones of grain.
…
In the 50th year of Longjing, he collected 300,000 medium-grade spiritual stones and 400,000 stones of grain.
Below are the details of the division of accounts, strictly abiding by the 30-70 split, 30% is earned by local officials, and 70% goes into the pockets of Heifeng Village.
This is what Mu Qianyu just got from Mo Feng in exchange for his life.
After the people below circulated it, their expressions changed drastically. Everyone who saw it got up and knelt on the ground. Soon they were all kneeling on the ground.
"Master Wei, Heifeng Village colluded with you thirteen years ago. Regardless of how many prefects were killed during this period, all the money and food went into your pockets."
Mu Qianyu looked at him on the ground and said in a low voice: "Not to mention other illegal income, you share hundreds of thousands of taxes every year. Now that I want you to donate money, are you just sending beggars here? Huh?"
"Master Futai, please forgive me." Wei Zhong knocked his head to the ground and his body began to tremble.
Yesterday, he would never have imagined that he would be so frightened by this little girl.
"You also have a roster for your internal accounting, take it out." Mu Qianyu raised his hand and knocked on the table.
The people below are now in the next year. This is not just bleeding, this is a house raid.
Wei Zhonghan came down, and there were only two ways in front of him, either to get money or to lose his life.
After all, it's hard to say what the Futai Master will do next, so he can only prepare for the worst.
"It's not that I don't want to take it, but the account book is at home." He said tremblingly.
Mu Qianyu nodded slightly and asked, "Then Mrs. Lao Zun will send the account book, and Mr. Wei will send someone to deliver a letter."
Everyone was silent for a while, they were going to detain the person.
It seems that it will be difficult to get out of this magistrate's office without emptying all one's wealth today.
In this chaotic Anping Prefecture, the bandits are always the biggest when there are bandits, and the officials are the biggest when there are no bandits.
And the new Mr. Futai is the highest official and is worse than a bandit. Anyone who dares to disobey is because he doesn't want to live anymore.
"Yes..." Wei Zhong could only accept his fate at this moment.
Mu Qianyu then laughed again and said: "Everyone, please get up quickly. I hope you can understand me. I have been entrusted with important responsibilities at a young age, and the pressure on my shoulders is also great."
"……." Everyone.
Bragging is not the way to brag, it is too hateful.
"My whole heart is for the imperial court and the people. I am short of money, otherwise I would be willing to use all my wealth to build Anping Mansion." Mu Qianyu said in a tone of concern for the country and the people.
Jiao'er in the back was very moved after hearing this, Mr. Futai is such a good official.
Only Xiaoruo and Lan'er endured it very hard. How could she say that she had no money so naturally? Not counting her net worth, even what Beichenye gave her was probably richer than these people combined.
"Come, I will serve you tea instead of wine."
What else could everyone do? They all accompanied her with smiles that were uglier than crying.
The account books were quickly brought. There were two books, one was sent by Wei Zhong's family, and the other was recorded by the tax official. The details were consistent.
The more Mu Qianyu looked at it, the more satisfied he became.
The more everyone looked at that smile, the more their hearts grew colder. It was over. Ganqing had been saving money for her for so many years. He had to spit out most of it.
Mu Qianyu glanced at the crowd, his eyes fell on Lu Yijiang, and said: "Master Tongsuan, let me tally up the details of this division of accounts, how much each person took."
"Uh...yes..." Lu Yijiang didn't know why he was chosen, but he quickly agreed.
Mu Qianyu smiled again and said: "Then you all, please pay according to this amount. This belongs to the imperial court, doesn't it?"