Another World Da Ming: I use a hundred lives to become holy

After devising his plan, Ma Mo never imagined that the process of seeking refuge with the Zhao family would encounter such difficulties.

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"Finally, we've gotten rid of those rebellious and out-of-the-headed guys."

"It's one thing to embezzle land and conceal taxes, but they even have designs on steam engines."

"Your Majesty, how did the Empress become like this after she went to bed?"

Ma Mo embezzled land, concealed taxes, and even did more outrageous things, but he still believed himself to be a loyal subject of the dynasty.

After all, even if the Sun and Moon Dynasty were to disappear, if Empress Ma were to suddenly pass away, everything he possessed would instantly be reduced by more than half.

The court was in turmoil, and various undercurrents were swirling in the capital.

Even someone like Ma Mo, who has no real sense of security, can hardly be sure of anything.

"Please, Lord Zhao!"

Only Zhao Zheng can solve his own problems, and only the Zhao family has the ability to quell this undercurrent.

Although Ma Mo was certain that his idea was correct, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Without him.

The baby knows to look for milk when it's hungry.

What were you doing before?

The imperial court was always complicated, and Emperor Zhu Chongba's thoughts were even more complicated.

This means that the group at the very front can choose to take sides, and they must choose to take sides.

Those standing at the very back have no scruples and can also choose sides.

Those in the middle, neither here nor there, are simply not good enough.

Ma Mo, as an outsider in a certain sense, has to be extremely careful even when going with the flow.

Only now, when things have come to this, when I see the vortex before me expanding and about to swallow me into an abyss.

They had no choice but to act, and even more so, to admit it.

There was an irreplaceable Empress Ma in the imperial harem.

The front yard is unique to Zhao Shengfu.

As for whether this would arouse the emperor's suspicion and prematurely plunge him into an abyss, that remains to be seen.

Ma Mo had no choice.

All he knew was that if he didn't choose now, he would have no choice at all.

"Lord Zhao is currently conducting research with the craftsmen, and when it comes to the crucial point, he won't see anyone."

"Please inform them again, sir..."

boom!

"I've said it, I won't see anyone! I won't see anyone!"

Finally, Ma Mo arrived at the Ministry of Works' camp, a place he had never been before.

He never expected that a mere minor official from the Ministry of Works would dare to close the door to his face and give him a hard time.

"you!"

Ma Mo was about to explode in anger, but in the end, he held back.

The Ministry of Works, especially the Ministry of Works' main camp.

In terms of how to get along, this has long been a consensus among everyone in the imperial court.

Don't reach out your hand, just open your mouth.

That was the Zhao family's absolute authority; even the emperor could only watch helplessly as he poured money in and waited to be fed.

How could the Ministry of Revenue, which is in charge of finances, claim to have no money, and never dare to reduce its allocation to the Ministry of Works' camp by even a little bit?

"so what should I do?"

Ma Mo looked up at the sky, then looked back at the street he had walked through.

As dusk approached, minor officials were already walking around the streets announcing the impending curfew.

"Sir, please make way."

"okay!"

Bang bang bang! "Tomorrow's newspaper has arrived!"

Squeak~ "Okay!"

They wouldn't open even a crack in the camp gate for Ma Mo, but they opened two gates for a lowly newspaper deliveryman.

Looking at the doorman who had turned his back to count the newspapers, Ma Mo said it was impossible that he didn't feel tempted to just barge in.

Fortunately, he managed to hold back.

There has never been a fool in the world to barge in and surrender.

Moreover, the doorman's reaction clearly served as a reminder to Ma Mo.

He, Ma Mo, no matter how high his status, how noble, or how wealthy others may think of him.

A face-to-face meeting with Zhao Shengfu is far less valuable than a newspaper article.

From official gazettes to newspapers.

From orders to news.

Zhao Shengfu changed the public's perception of something in such a simple way.

But that's because the newspaper was useful to Zhao Shengfu.

What about Ma Mo?

Suddenly, Ma Mo hesitated and seemed to back down.

He realized that apart from his background, no, his background was nothing special in the eyes of Zhao Shengfu.

On what grounds could the Zhao family accept his surrender?

After all, although he didn't personally take action regarding the Zhao family's affairs, if we investigate further, he can be considered the mastermind!

Thinking of this, Ma Mo broke out in a cold sweat and couldn't even control the trembling of his legs.

He then realized that he had oversimplified everything.

Zhao Shengfu not only didn't chop me into mincemeat, but also accepted my surrender?

"Hey, that person!"

"Didn't you have something important to report to Lord Zhao? Go with him to the Imperial Palace to report it."

The doorman didn't know what was wrong with Ma Mo. He only noticed that Ma Mo was still standing in the same spot after he finished counting the newspapers, and he remembered Zhao Zheng's instructions.

No matter how big the matter is, Zhao Zheng doesn't care about it now.

However, if anyone dares to stand at the entrance of this camp for half an hour, then let him go directly to the Zhao residence.

How long has this person been standing there?

But my legs are starting to tremble from standing, so I guess I'm almost done. What courage!

Although the gatekeeper was just a gatekeeper in the Ministry of Works' camp, the Ministry of Works' camp was no longer the same as it used to be.

After the spirit of investigation, or rather, the scientific atmosphere truly spread.

As abstract concepts are transformed into concrete creations, they come to life.

An indescribable tacit understanding has taken deep root in the hearts of everyone in the Ministry of Works camp.

The Ministry of Works, no, the Ministry of Works' main camp, should only have one point of intersection with the imperial court, not be a subset of it.

If we really want to determine whose subset it is.

Only the world, or more specifically, all people under heaven.

However, since it was a tacit understanding, no one would express it openly. They simply became more and more compliant with the Zhao family and Zhao Zheng from the bottom of their hearts.

"Follow him?"

For Ma Mo, this doorman's words were undoubtedly another bolt from the blue.

He accepted that he wouldn't see Zhao Zheng.

But when did Ma Mo fall to this level?!

Things took a sharp turn for the worse, and he ended up having no choice but to surrender to a newspaper deliveryman!

Who else can you meet at the Zhao residence?

At most, he'd be nothing more than a butler.

housekeeper?

In Ma Mo's mind, it didn't matter which faction surrendered to the Zhao family, whether they were from the same group or not.

But the worst thing for her is to be a housekeeper.

The conservative faction is led by the current head of the family, Zhao Zheng, while the radical faction is led by the blind imperial physician currently in the palace.

Ranked after that are members of the Zhao family clan.

But what is a butler?

Even a gatekeeper addressed as Uncle Zhao by His Highness the Crown Prince is better than that member of the Zhao family who is destined to be a steward for life.

"Hey, are you leaving or not?"

"Yes! Of course I'll go! I'll have to trouble you, sir!"

However, no matter what Ma Mo thought in his heart, his body couldn't help but tell the truth.

Does he still have a choice?

Perhaps, regardless of the political situation or how the world unfolds.

People like him will all have this day.

It's just a matter of whether this day comes early or late.

If he arrived early, he would hand over what he had embezzled earlier; if he arrived late, he would hand it over later.

Someone like him can only enjoy this middle part of the experience.