From a freeloader to a world leader

Ever since the ferry incident at Chuanshan Academy a few days ago, some strange events have occurred in Hengzhou Prefecture.

For example, some once powerful businessmen and wealthy people who were related to the Wang family were inexplicably killed or kidnapped.

The businesses of his subordinates were either investigated by the police station on pretexts, or were robbed by others, and they all went bankrupt.

For this reason, some wealthy businessmen who had connections with the Hengzhou government made trouble in Hengzhou, and were even pushed around by the Chuzhou prefect.

In fact, everyone knows it.

This is the aftermath of the ferry tragedy.

The Datong Chamber of Commerce is using this behavior to warn all forces associated with the Wang family to get out of Hengzhou.

But what if you knew?

To catch an adulterer, you have to catch both of them; to catch a murder, you have to have the scene itself.

Your empty words will have no effect except for the Datong Chamber of Commerce to eliminate you.

After hearing the news, Wang Baoyuan and several others who were studying at Chuanshan Academy disappeared from the academy overnight.

They were afraid that Sun Shan would also do something ruthless and physically kill them.

This meant that Sun Shan, who had originally wanted to make some moves, ended up with nothing.

In this world without cameras, there are hundreds of ways to make people live a life worse than death.

However, the old man Wang Demei, relying on the fact that he was the head teacher of the academy, still held on.

But will Sun Shan let him go so easily?

They would occasionally catch some big snakes or centipedes and reptiles and throw them into his room, scaring him half to death.

One day, when he was so angry that he started cursing, Sun Shan came from dozens of meters away and threw a ball of mud into his mouth.

He was so blocked that he couldn't eat for two or three days.

In the end, it was Wang Fuzhi who stepped forward and communicated with Sun Shan, and only then did he let him go.

After all, this is an academy for teaching and educating people, and it is not appropriate for someone to die.

Otherwise, throw him into the Xiangjiang River in the dark and no one will know.

Anyway, within five or six days after the ferry tragedy, all forces associated with the Wang family basically disappeared completely in the entire Hengzhou Prefecture, which covered an area of ​​three or four hundred miles in radius.

Mo Jiayuan looked at the unobstructed Hengzhou city gate and opened his mouth in surprise.

Because, although there are crowds of people, they are very regular.

There is a queue to enter the city, enter from the right side.

Those leaving the city don’t need to check anything, just go out from the left side of the city gate, chatting and laughing.

At the gate of the city, there were only a dozen neatly dressed yamen runners with the words "Hengzhou Patrol" embroidered on their chests, conducting simple checks on the people in line.

He saw that after the inspection, the common people walked into the city happily without paying a penny.

Some of them even got on the rickshaws lined up at the entrance of the city and quickly disappeared into the crowded streets.

This time he brought his second son Mo Haoyun and eldest grandson Mo Changchun, as well as three young and strong juniors.

So, he rode in a carriage of his own design.

Along the way, he passed through more than a dozen states and counties, and was harassed and interrogated every time.

I have never seen a yamen runner who doesn't make things difficult or ask for benefits.

When it was his turn, a middle-aged yamen runner who looked a bit fat asked with a smile: "Old man, where are you from? What business do you need to handle in Hengzhou?"

"Sir, I'm here to apply for a job at the Datong Chamber of Commerce-----"

As he spoke, Mo Jiayuan followed suit and handed out several of his own pass slips: "These are our slips, sir, please take a look-----"

Who knew that the middle-aged yamen runner quickly waved his hands and explained in a panic: "Don't call me sir, don't call me sir, old man, we in Hengzhou City call each other comrades. If you call me sir and the scholar in the mountains finds out, you will be beaten with a stick!"

Although, along the way, Mo Jiayuan had heard various legends and stories about Sun Shan from countless people.

However, the explanation given by the Hengzhou yamen runner and the title of comrade aroused his great interest: "Is there such a thing? Isn't the scholar in the mountains just a scholar? He can also manage the affairs of the yamen. What does this comrade mean? I don't quite understand-----"

The middle-aged yamen runner had heard such questions so many times that his ears were callused.

While opening the pass and comparing the appearances of several people, he explained casually: "There are more than scholars in the mountains. It can be said that he has half the final say in our Hengzhou City. As for comrades, I have heard scholars say that it means the same heart and mind, the same strength and the same work, which seems to mean the same thing as a gentleman and a friend-----"

As he was speaking, he discovered that these people were all from the same family and all had the surname Mo.

So he said jokingly, "Father, your last name is really rare. I wonder what position your son wants to get in Datong Chamber of Commerce?"

Mo Jiayuan saw that the yamen runners who were checking passengers entering the city were all very polite. Even the ones who were checking trucks were polite and did not make things difficult for them.

So, he asked tentatively, "I heard that the Datong Chamber of Commerce is recruiting the best construction masters, so I brought my son here to give it a try. I wonder if this is true or not? I also don't know if they have successfully recruited them."

Upon hearing this, the old man, whose beard and hair were all white and who looked dusty but energetic, immediately asked about the position of a master architect with an annual salary of 10000 taels.

The middle-aged yamen runner became excited: "This is absolutely true. The notice is posted at the gate of Datong Chamber of Commerce. I heard that in three days, Shanzhong Xiucai will personally come out to conduct the interviews."

Hearing what the bailiff said, the men of the Mo family all breathed a sigh of relief.

Even Mo Changchun, who had made a fake pass and blended into the crowd, wiped the non-existent cold sweat from his forehead.

"Thank you, thank you comrade!"

When Mo Jiayuan heard that the interview would be conducted by Shanzhong Xiucai in three days, he politely stuffed a few coins into his pocket and said, "I'd like to invite you to have a cup of tea. I've never met such good comrades who sincerely serve the people like you."

The middle-aged yamen runner looked at the silver in Mo Jiayuan's hand, gritted his teeth, and pushed it back: "You are too polite, old man. This is what we should do. This is not the way we do it in Hengzhou City."

Then he waved his hand and said, "Okay, old man, you can go into the city now-----"

This made the entire Mo family stunned!

I rely on!

Are there any yamen runners in this world who don’t want money?

"Can we go in now?"

Mo Haoyun looked at this incredible scene and asked in astonishment, "Is it true that we don't have to pay the city entrance fee? Then how do you guarantee your daily living expenses?"

In fact, everyone is accustomed to the behavior of asking for benefits from yamen runners.

Because these yamen runners were not formal officials of the empire, they were all unofficial staff in various places.

They don't have much salary themselves, and they rely on making things difficult for the people to squeeze some money out of them in order to live a good life.

For example, the people in charge of the city gates who collected entry fees and grain had to kick the large and small buckets when they were full, and then the grain that fell to the ground belonged to the grain collectors.

"Ha ha ha ha-----"

Hearing Mo Haoyun's question, the middle-aged yamen runner laughed proudly: "Really, you don't have to pay. Our yamen has many cooperative projects with the Datong Chamber of Commerce. Every month the yamen can get a subsidy------"

After saying this, the middle-aged yamen runner waved his hand and said, "You guys should go in earlier. There are still many people queuing behind you. Remember, green flags mean go, red flags mean stop. Pedestrians should keep to the right first. After entering the city, people and carriages should keep to the right, otherwise you will be whipped!"

The Mohists and the travelers entering the city who were listening to these words all let out a sound of admiration.

Isn’t it too strict to have to follow rules even for walking?