Jia Heming got this, agreed, and negotiated with the other party in high spirits.

To sum it up in one sentence: everything has to be done according to the rules! You can decide who will stay in the inn and who will stay in the inn. We decide what kind of inn to stay in.

Hearing this, Li Zhaotou turned black on the spot, angrily accusing An Zezhou of being stingy.

Jia Heming said in one sentence: No money.

There was too much noise, and Master Miao also came, so he smiled and said, "You Anze Prefecture have had a bumper harvest in the past few years, and there are no bandits, and you have never paid taxes to the state treasury. The momentum of business development is also good, how can you have no money? Why don't Jia Zhoucheng go and ask Lord Shao again?"

Jia Heming: "Master, I don't know, we all know how the official account is, it is true that there is no money, and the gangs have spent a lot of money, and now they have not filled it! We, Master Shao, are disciplined and like to do everything according to the rules. Follow the rules, come here. Everyone should live in the inn!"

Li Zhutou sneered: "Who made your inn so small and broken!"

"Then I don't know that you have so many people here," Jia Heming smiled: "I'm quite surprised, what happened in our Anze Prefecture that alarmed the prefect, and sent so many people all at once. Come down! Can Master Miao reveal a thing or two, so that I can have a bottom line in my heart?"

Master Miao was a little embarrassed, and smiled perfunctorily: "It's not a big deal, I will naturally say tomorrow, no rush, no rush, haha!"

Seeing Jia Heming's lack of oil and salt, Li Zhutou was so angry that he wanted to go to Lord Shao, but was stopped by Master Miao, and he said a lot of good things, telling him to be patient, bear with it, and so on.

Saying these words in front of Jia Heming is actually very sarcastic and slapped in the face.

But who is Jia Heming? Jia Heming didn't care at all, he just assumed that he didn't understand Master Miao's implication at all.

He really hates these people, it's like the autumn wind, so many people come and ask for a lot. Why did An Zezhou not see half of them when they needed something?

Li Zhetou finally gave up, glared at Jia Heming, and accepted his arrangement with a sullen face.

In the evening, Shao Yunyun hosted a banquet for Master Miao and Li Zhao, and invited Jia Heming, several secretaries, Hang Xingshan, Zheng Sanger, etc. to accompany him. Beside Shao Yunyun.

When the cups and cups were discussed, and the cups were intertwined, the little unpleasantness during the day seemed to disappear, and everyone who was interested did not mention it again.

At this time, Master Miao naturally no longer has to hide the purpose of this trip.

They are here to pay taxes.

He said that he hadn't collected taxes from Anze Prefecture for many years, and now that the treasury is in difficulty, Anze Prefecture should make up for it.

The prefect is not unfriendly, and he will not let An Zezhou make up all of it at once. He will make up part of it first, and then take it slow.

So, with so many people coming this time, they are going to send food and treasury silver back.

Master Miao had a smile on his long and narrow face, and said this in a relaxed tone, as if he was just talking about a trivial matter that was not worth mentioning.

As soon as he said these words, he instantly froze.

Jia Heming and others all changed color, and subconsciously looked at Shao Yunyun.

The neighbors exchanged glances quietly, all of them were angry and indignant.

Everyone has the same idea in their hearts: It's too bullying!

This is really bullying!

Jia Heming coughed and smiled slightly: "I don't know how much Master Miao plans to ask for this time?"