Master Zheng stared blankly at Cheng Sanlang who had thrown such a seemingly inadvertent question in front of him.

In his mind, there seemed to be a sudden thunderbolt. Fortunately, he was born in the elite of the Zheng family in Xingyang, and he can be considered a long-time official.

As an old fritter among the middle and lower officials, he almost controlled his pale expression in the blink of an eye.

"I don't know why Xiaocheng Taibao made such a statement?"

"There is a problem with your population growth and population."

Cheng Chubi casually flipped through one of the account books with one hand, and looked at Zheng Zhubo with a smile that was not a smile.

Zheng Zhubo took a deep breath, and said cautiously, but unwilling to be wronged.

"Xiaocheng Taibao, the lower official has been a scribe in Luoyang and has been in charge of Bo for many years. He knows how much the court values ​​the people, and also knows the importance of the number of Ding and Kou to the government."

"Although the officials dare not say that these figures are 100% accurate, they are definitely the results of the officials' hard work and painstaking efforts."

"Hehe...then I want to ask you a question, you have been the head of Luoyang County for more than ten years.

Why did the number of naturalized persons in previous years not fluctuate much compared to today, but why has the difference in the number of naturalized persons been so exaggerated since the year before last? "

Cheng Chubi's eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Either, you falsified the population data of this year, or you falsified the data of the previous seven or eight years."

Feeling chills in his heart, but Zheng Zhubo is still fighting hard.

"Little Cheng Taibao, you, how can you convict the subordinate here with only this population?"

"Come here, bring Chang'an's population growth data table, and Jinyang's population growth data table."

Cheng Chubi raised his finger, and Deng Xinxin who was beside him hurriedly handed over a form sandwiched between cardboards.

Cheng Chubi held the two data sheets in his hands, and smiled coldly at Master Zheng.

Zheng Zhubo looked at Cheng Sanlang with a bewildered expression and signaled his followers to copy the three strange forms facing him.

He couldn't say a word for a long time, and he really wanted to ask Cheng Sanlang, is this true of your mother?

Just relying on a few broken forms to prove the old man's guilt, isn't this a joke?

At this moment, Cheng Chubi saw Cui Shen's confidant walking quickly, holding a wooden tray covered with silk cloth.

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The silk cloth was lifted, and inside was a seal ribbon representing the county magistrate of Luoyang placed on a wooden plate.

Cheng Chubi looked at Yin Shou in bewilderment, then raised his head to look at Cui Shen's confidant.

"What does your master mean by this?"

"My master has received His Majesty's order and handed over the errand."

"Your Majesty's will?" Cheng Chubi looked confused, and it took him a long time to realize that he could deduce it without guessing.

Nine times out of ten, it must be Cui Shen, an old man, who asked someone to help deliver the memorial and babbled a lot, but His Majesty probably listened to his slanderous words.

As soon as his heart softened, he kicked this guy out and rewarded the other party with an imperial decree.

Zheng Zhubo who was standing aside saw Cheng Chubi walking up to the tray with a dark face and remained silent for a long time, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief in his heart.

Cui Luoyang did a good job of cutting his tail to survive. In Zheng Zhubo's consciousness, he always felt that Cui Luoyang should have offended Cheng Chubi.

Therefore, this notorious Cheng Chubi repeatedly entangled in the delivery issue.

I saw that this Cheng Chubi didn't say much, but after taking over Fang Yinshou, he handed it to the people around him directly.

Then after copying those forms and those account books, he turned his head and said to Mr. Zheng. Face, persuaded cautiously.

"Young master, don't eat it, let's not waste it?"

"Waste what?" Cheng Chubi gave Deng Xinxin a displeased look.

Shaking the jerky stick in his hand, which is hard enough to be used for robbing with a sap, he explained patiently.

"I'm going to make this thing into meat floss."

"Meat floss?" Both Cheng Hu and Deng Chengxin looked at the jerky stick in bewilderment. The meat is so tight, how could it be loose?

Cheng Chubi ignored these two fellows, and beckoned to the servant who had packed up the stone roller to lead the donkey forward, and he stuffed the jerky stick into it.

"Come on, I'll stuff this thing into the mill and let the donkey walk slowly, little by little."

Then I heard a sound like a firewood breaking, and Cheng Chubi stood by and looked at it, waiting until it was run over.

Both Cheng Hu and Deng Chengxin saw the dried meat that had been cracked and flattened.

Cheng Chubi took a tool and moved the jerky another position, letting the servant continue to lead the donkey and drive the roller.

After seven or eight circles, Cheng Chubi asked someone to bring a dustpan containing food, and swept the meat floss that had been crushed into crumbs into the dustpan.

Stretching out his hand, he pinched a small poke and put it in his mouth. Cheng Chubi narrowed his eyes and felt the taste carefully.

Hmm... It still tastes like dried bacon, and after being crushed, you don't need to chew it, just take a sip and wait for the saliva to moisten it before you can swallow it.

Cheng Hu also took two bites, smashed his mouth, and couldn't help pointing at the pile of sawdust.

"Third Young Master, could it be that this is dried meat floss?"

Cheng Chubi nodded in satisfaction, squeezed some more and put it in his mouth, explaining while sipping.

"Well, but this process is wrong, it should be in a semi-dry state, just crush the meat and spread it apart.

In addition, our family's mill is too powerful, but it's okay, after all, it's going to be put in the army rations, so it's broken. "

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Since it is going to be done, let people look at it with admiration, and make His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty feel sad for today's act of teasing the younger generation.

Let the old man Li Ji cry and shout to offer him half a year's salary.

When I thought that I could copy multiple varieties of compressed dry food and use it as a brick to beat those elders who didn't speak martial arts ruthlessly.

Cheng Chubi was full of energy immediately, and then he began to order Cheng Bao, instructing the ten or so handymen in the old Cheng's kitchen to get busy.

The first step is to crush all kinds of materials ~lightnovelpub.net~ or crush them into fine particles. And it should not be too fine to avoid agglomeration and scaling during the production process.

When General Cheng finally led the boss and the second child back to the mansion, only one-third of the various ingredients rewarded by His Majesty had been moved.

Cheng Yaojin couldn't help being a little confused, after listening to Uncle Guan Dingfu's explanation.

Cheng Yaojin stroked his thick beard like steel needles and blossomed happily.

"Third boy, he must have offended His Majesty by making a fuss again.

But it's also good. This year we celebrate the New Year in the mansion, so we don't need to buy them. "

The housekeeper, Uncle Fu, nodded in agreement, and soon thought of another important matter, and reached into his pocket to take out the note.

"What the master said is very true, but the master, the third son gave the villain this note, saying that he wants to get some compressed military rations."

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