Chapter 183 Good People

Lower Alliance City was a small city less than eighty miles away from Chang'an.

The city wall is not ten miles square, but relying on changan's favorable weather, relying on earning some money from the peddlers, it can also be considered rich.

At this time, in the courtyard of the Governor's Mansion.

The old satrap dressed in a blue official robe bent his body, his face full of flattery.

"Sir Taiwei, this is a meal specially prepared for you by the kitchen. Please enjoy your meal." As he spoke, the corner of his eyes carefully observed the youth sitting at the stone table.

The Tian Ce Mansion 's Manor Master, Great Zhou Taiwei, such an extremely humble official, did not want to be so young.

But…

In the end, he was going to die.

As he thought this, the flattery on his face became even more intense.

The official circles had been crawling around for many years, and he had long since grasped this superficial and secret skill.

"Then the little one will leave first. Everyone, please enjoy your time." Seeing that he couldn't get any response from the other party, the old satrap couldn't continue to stick his hot face on Xu Han's cold butt. After saying this, he was about to leave.

However, just as he stepped forward, two soldiers dressed in white armor stopped him.

The old satrap was stunned. He turned to look at the young man who was quietly eating at the stone table. "What does Qiu mean?" He asked doubtfully.

"Mu An." Sitting on the stone table, Xu Han ignored his inquiry.

"Hmm? What orders do you have, Manor Master?" The boy with the exaggerated saber and sword behind him heard this and turned to look at Xu Han.

"When I came, I saw a place selling candied gourds at the corner of the street. Ask Sister Keqing to accompany you to sell some back and eat them on the way." Xu Han said with a smile. Su Mu'an seemed to have a special obsession with candied haws and loved to eat them.

"Really?" The boy's mind was simple. Hearing this, he was overjoyed. From the looks of it, he was already eager to try.

"Don't eat too much. Be careful of cavities." Xu Han angrily rolled his eyes at him and warned him.

"Yes." Su Mu'an nodded heavily and pulled Qin Keqing out of the house.

When Su Mu'an walked far away, Xu Han turned to look at the old satrap with a spring-like smile on his face.

"Lord Governor, how can I enjoy such a courteous reception? Come, let's eat together." Xu Han said with a smile.

A smiling tiger hides a saber in a smile.

He hadn't read many books before, and he could only think of these two words to describe the smile on Xu Han's face by relying on his close relationship with an important figure of the Long Night Division who was so far away that he couldn't even contend with such a fat old satrap.

He instinctively wanted to decline, but just as his words reached his mouth, he met the murderous gazes of the two soldiers.

The old satrap was shocked. He thought about the young concubine who had just passed the door and spent a lot of silver notes. He hadn't even had time to enjoy it for a moment, so he really couldn't explain it to this place.

Therefore, he swallowed the words that had reached his mouth. That flattering smile appeared on his face once again, and his dry old face squeezed into a ball with that smile.

"Lord Taiwei is in such good spirits, this old man will naturally accompany you." The old satrap gritted his teeth and sat down at the stone table. He reached out to fill a glass of wine in front of him and fervently handed it over to Xu Han.

But who would have thought that Xu Han would reach out and hold down the wine cup that the old satrap handed over at that time?

The old satrap was stunned for a moment, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Xu Han.

"The old satrap is an elder. I have to toast you with this cup." There was still a bright smile on Xu Han's face, but this smile caused the old satrap's heart to thump, and a faint ominous premonition arose.

However, Xu Han's physical body had already reached the Violet Firmament Realm, so how shocking was that strength? With the power of a hundred juns, the old satrap could only sit back down, even though he was reluctant to do so.

"Your Majesty has personally ordered me to lead the troops to Big Yellow Town to guard the border. I have to rely on the cooperation of the old satrap." As Xu Han spoke, he raised the wine cup in his hand high up and looked towards Tai Shou Tai.

"I wonder … Lord Taiwei, how can I cooperate with you?" The old satrap asked cautiously, but the wine cup in his hand did not dare to drink it.

"It's just military money." Xu Han said indifferently. He raised his head and drank all the wine in the cup.

Unexpectedly, when the satrap heard this, his expression changed and he waved his hand repeatedly. "This old man's Lower Alliance City can't compare to Chang'an. There are only a few hundred soldiers trained to defend against the occasional bandits or to guard against the riots in the city. If Lord Taiwei takes them away, wouldn't our Lower Alliance City be in danger? How can I protect the safety of the citizens in the city?"

The old satrap said this with an embarrassed expression on his face, as if he was really thinking about his own people.

At that time, Xu Han frowned and said in a calm and distressed voice, "How about this?"

"That's right, this old man also has more than enough strength left in his heart." Seeing that Xu Han seemed to have been fooled by him, the old satrap echoed.

But at that time, Xu Han turned his head to look at a middle-aged man in a red robe beside him with a resolute expression and asked calmly, "Is that so, Mr. Yan?"

The middle-aged man was extremely sturdy, and the red robe worn by the minister landed on his body, making him look somewhat tense.

However, his strange attire did not give the satrap the slightest hint of ridicule. After seeing the other party's appearance, the old satrap's heart trembled and he exclaimed, "Yan Lianlou?"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he looked at the old satrap and grinned, revealing his yellow front teeth. "This is me."

Yan Lianlou, one of the three thousand officials of the Tian Ce Mansion, was in charge of the intelligence network of the Tian Ce Mansion. Of course, this was at the peak of the Tian Ce Mansion back then. Now, Yan Lianlou's intelligence network had been shrinking due to various reasons. However, although he hadn't left home to hide in a remote town these past few years, he had never been able to gather information from all sides.

Although he couldn't do everything as he had done in the past, he could still clearly understand the background of a small satrap.

Although this satrap had never seen Yan Lianlou before, he had heard of his name before. In addition, he had followed the Tian Ce Mansion 's Manor Master, so he immediately guessed it. After receiving Yan Lianlou's acknowledgement, the satrap's face instantly turned a little pale.

"How is it? Does the satrap still want to persevere?" Seeing him like this, Xu Han smiled even more. He asked faintly, his voice cold as snow in the north.

Hearing this, the satrap gritted his teeth and pondered for a long time, but in the end, he was unable to part with those industries that he did not manage easily. Moreover, Xu Han and the others had already sent a message from the flying pigeons. They were just abandoned children of the Imperial Court. How could the old satrap be willing to devote his efforts to such a person? Therefore, after a long silence, he finally said in a low voice, "This old man is not unwilling, it is true."

Clang!

Just as he spoke, Xu Han suddenly stood up. The youth waved his long sleeve, causing the table full of rich dishes to fall to the ground and shatter. Then, his hand suddenly reached out and held onto the old satrap's hand, pressing down on the stone table.

"Mr. Yan, tell me." He said coldly, as if there was real killing intent gushing out from his body. A cold light appeared on the cuff of his other hand, and a dagger was held in his hand at that moment.

The old satrap saw that Xu Han's manner did not seem to be bluffing, and he immediately panicked. He repeatedly said, "Lord Taiwei, what are you doing?"

Xu Han ignored it and turned to look at the sturdy Yan Lianlou.

"In September of the seventh year of Thailand, Gu Liuxiang took over as the Governor of the Lower Alliance City. Her taxes were increased by three points. The Shanggong Imperial Court's tax revenue was reduced by three points under the name of the drought. This was a total of 223,000 silver, and it was earned from her personal pocket."

Hearing this, Yan Lianlou said indifferently.

As soon as this voice fell, a cold light flashed across the dagger in Xu Han's hand. A pig-like scream rose from the satrap's mansion. The thumb of the satrap's right hand that was pressed down by Xu Han had already fallen off. Crimson blood flowed out, instantly infecting the entire stone table.

"Again." Xu Han's expression did not change at all, as if he was facing a chicken and duck.

'"Snowstorm, the Imperial Court" Yan Lianlou's deep voice rang out once again, but it was as sinister and terrifying as Yama's command in the old satrap's ears.

"Eight hundred soldiers! Eight hundred soldiers! This old man is willing to provide eight hundred soldiers for Qiu." The satrap couldn't care less about the dripping wound on his hand at that time. He said loudly, his face completely devoid of blood. Evidently, his courage had been shattered by Xu Han's ruthless actions.

However, when Xu Han heard this, he stared blankly at the old satrap and said, "Read it again!"

"In March of the ninth year of Thailand, there was a snowstorm. The Imperial Court distributed 30,000 stones of relief grain, and the total number of victims was 13,000 stones. The rest were nowhere to be found." Yan Lianlou's voice sounded again.

Afterwards, another heart-wrenching scream came from within the Governor's Mansion.

This time, the old satrap's middle finger landed on the ground.

"I am not a patient person. The next time, it will be Lord Governor's entire arm." Xu Hanhan said as he looked at the old man who was about to faint from the pain.

'"1800 soldiers, 30,000 stones …" The satrap didn't have the courage to bargain with Xu Han at this moment. He said weakly, his face extremely pale, as if he could faint at any moment.

Hearing this, a smile finally appeared on Xu Han's gloomy and cold face.

"The satrap was like this earlier, so why should he suffer the pain of skin and flesh?" He kindly advised, as if he couldn't bear to do so.

Then, he let go of the hand that was pressing down on the satrap. The dagger in his hand shook off the blood stains on it. He stood up and said, "I want to see these things at the city gate tomorrow morning. If not, the satrap should know what the consequences will be, right?"

After saying this, he turned around and led everyone out of the manor without turning back.

At that time, Qin Keqing and Su Mu'an, who were accompanying Su Mu'an to buy sugar gourds, also happened to come back.

"Prefecture Master, try it. It's so sweet!" When Su Mu'an saw Xu Han, she reached out and handed him a bunch of candies.

Xu Han smiled and took the candied gourd. He took a bite and said, "Mm, it's really sweet."

"That's not true. My Su Mu'an 's ability to pick sugar gourds is not a waste of reputation." The exaggerated little boy patted his chest and said proudly.

Xu Han stretched out his hand and held the boy's hand as he walked towards the entrance of the mansion.

The group of people gradually disappeared, and no sound of their conversation could be heard from afar.

"Manor Master, do we not live here today?"

"I can't."

"Why?"

"If Grandpa Taishou wants to prepare something for us, we won't be able to disturb them."

"What is it? Is it military grain for war?"

"Yes."

"Really? That satrap grandpa is really a good person."

"Yes, he is indeed a good person."

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