C209

"Mistress, the county lord has arrived."

Jin Weiwei rubbed her brow impatiently. She had already told Wang Hai that she needed to take care of this matter, and now that she was in trouble, he came to find her. She was truly a good official!

After exiting the room, a familiar figure suddenly landed beside her and grabbed her hand.

"What took you so long!" You can't run around. Did you hear that?

Once he saw Little Rich Son, Jin Weiwei's worries that he had been in suspense for the past two days were finally relieved.

Although he knew about Little Rich Son's ability, mosquitoes were creatures that could bite you, regardless of whether you had the ability or not.

Seeing that Jin Weiwei looked like he was about to cry, the coldness between Little Rich Son's brows softened a lot.

"I have nothing to do, see Wang Hai."

With that said, he pulled Jin Weiwei's hand and walked in the direction of the guest hall.

Wang Hai anxiously waited for Jin Weiwei. He had never felt the chair under his butt giving him the feeling of sitting on pins and needles.

"Lord Wang."

A voice finally came from the door. Wang Hai was so excited that he could no longer care about showing his face.

"Madame Jin...! prince Jing! "

When he saw the person beside Jin Weiwei, Wang Hai started to sweat profusely. Ji Jingzhi was from the royal family, so why was he here now?

A while ago, he heard that Ji Jingzhi had returned to the capital.

"Lord Wang, what brings you here today?"

Jin Weiwei looked at Wang Hai's expression and found it strange. In the past, she only saw Wang Hai with the attitude of a official. Although it was calmer than others, it was still distant.

Today, he looked like a primary school student who had made a mistake, afraid that he would be punished by his teacher.

Little Rich Son did not look at Wang Hai, but chose to sit beside him.

Just this simple action caused Wang Hai's mind to become unstable.

"Jin, Madame Jin, you, it's my fault that I didn't think about what I said last time, but it has already happened. Madame Jin, please come with me and think of a solution. After all, we are all on the same string now …"

Wang Hai's tone of voice became weaker and weaker. He thought about what Jin Weiwei had said to him that day and felt extremely vexed in his heart. Why did he not listen?

"Lord Wang, still the same old saying, all the sick people must be isolated, and all parts of the Lishui County must be sprinkled with lime and smoked with wormwood. The sick animals must also be disposed of, and the places with plenty of mosquitoes must either be eliminated or the people evacuated."

Hearing Wang Hai's words, Jin Weiwei really wanted to roll her eyes, but her logic told her that this was not the time to play around.

"Okay, but the government has spent all their money on disaster relief …" There are so many sick people, and I have to build another house... "This money …"

Wang Hai looked at Jin Weiwei with a troubled face. The attitude of the imperial government was still not clear, but once the imperial money came out, all the people from the Lishui County would die.

"Lord Wang … You want the Chamber of Commerce to raise funds? "

Jin Weiwei asked with a fake smile. Not only did she feel that Wang Hai was shameless, even the imperial government was shameless.

F * ck!

Which of those bastards in the imperial court didn't live off the taxes of the commoners and merchants? They were all cowering in fear of encountering a problem!

As he thought about it, Jin Weiwei couldn't help but have a bit of resentment, he turned and looked at Little Rich Son, whose eyes changed, and said in a low voice: "Father is fighting with the Xu and Zhou Clans."

Hearing Jin Weiwei's words, Wang Hai laughed in a low voice, "About that … That... is to contribute to the country... "

"Sir Wang, this money can be reimbursed, right?"

Jin Weiwei revealed his two little canines, looking like he was in a bad mood no matter how one looked at him, especially since one of Jin Weiwei's hands was grabbing onto Little Rich Son's little canines.

Wang Hai's eyebrows twitched uncontrollably, and he felt resentment in his heart. Why was this Jin Weiwei so hard to deal with!

Little Rich Son glanced at Jin Weiwei and coughed softly.

Wang Hai suddenly raised his head, only to see Little Rich Son smiling at him, causing him to feel a chill on his spine.

"Yes, all the money brought by the merchants can be reimbursed. It can be counted as borrowed money from the government."

Wang Hai gritted his teeth and said those words. Ever since he managed his Lishui County, he had never said something so cowardly.

He had witnessed it for himself with Jin Weiwei.

"So it's like that, Master Wang should first go back and instruct the people below to sprinkle the lime and smoke the wormwood. No matter what, we need to clean it properly, I will go and discuss it with the Young Master Cheng."

Speaking to that, Jin Weiwei's face turned serious.

Wang Hai nodded repeatedly, her mouth almost reaching the back of her ears. Jin Weiwei was a person with a lot of methods, if she was willing to help, that would be great.

Once he returned to the Purple Wei Academy, Jin Weiwei's expression fell, and he didn't have any good intentions towards Little Rich Son.

"Weiwei, why did you do this to me?"

This small, aggrieved tone allowed Jin Weiwei to hear the guilt in his heart.

Raising his head to look at him, he said coldly, "Why does your imperial government only raise a bunch of trash! Don't you know that the plague is dangerous? If you can't even afford this much money, I don't believe that the prefecture hasn't written it down in its memorial! "

Hearing that, Little Rich Son's face turned slightly embarrassed, she awkwardly coughed twice, but was unable to find any words to refute.

The people of the imperial government only knew how to wield power, and there was nothing they could do about it.

"Tell me, does the tax money that the merchants and commoners pay go into the hands of you royalty?" You still say that merchant girls do not know the hatred of their fallen country, and I think that if they do not know the hatred of their fallen country, they will become royalty! "

"Weiwei... I didn't. "

Little Rich Son frowned, his eyes filled with grievance. When Jin Weiwei saw this, he softened his tone: "Alright, alright, I know you're not, not even the Regent, the Emperor is."

If the emperor was facing the Regent, the silver would have already arrived. Why would he need to contend with the Zhou family of Xu Family?

Now it would seem that the Emperor wasn't a good person either.

"Go see Cheng Yu later, what's the matter? "If there's nothing else, come with me."

Jin Weiwei felt that since he couldn't rest at ease while putting Little Rich Son to the side, he might as well stay together with him.

"Nothing."

"..."

Jin Weiwei asked around a few times and finally found out that Cheng Yu was at the Merchant Guild's stronghold.

"What's wrong everyone?"

"The cargo ship of the Lishui County Chamber of Commerce was burned. The reason is that there's a plague in the Lishui County, so nothing can come out of it."

Cheng Yu's expression was heavy, he also had some goods on him, which were some jade artifacts, and his losses were more disastrous than others.

Hearing this, Jin Weiwei instantly felt a pain in his heart, as droplets of bright colored blood dripped down.

She said that those people in the imperial government wouldn't do anything good! It's not easy to bring back the things! So what if it's burned? Is there something wrong with him!?

"So the boat's gone too?"

Cheng Yu nodded his head, his face extremely dark. It was obvious that he was dissatisfied with the way the imperial government did things.

"I wanted to send people to find you, but you actually came."

"I brought good news."

Jin Weiwei's mind flashed as she looked at Little Rich Son. She felt that she could recoup all her losses from the imperial government.

"What good news?"

Cheng Yu straightened his body. He did not have the time to ask why Little Rich Son, this person who was not from a merchant guild entered the Chamber of Commerce.