However, the sky was just bright, but the street was slightly hot. The first group of guests had already drunk the tea and were about to leave. Before they could step out, the second group of guests had already walked into the teahouse and sat down amid the attentive greetings of the guys.

There are more than 500 streets of all sizes in Chengdu, but there are more than 400 teahouses in the city. On average, there is a teahouse on every street. This shows the obsession of Chengdu people with tea.

Teahouses in Chengdu are slightly different from those in Beijing. Most of the teahouses in Chengdu do not have bookstores and make profits by selling tea. As for the few teahouses with bookstores, they are mostly because of poor management and cannot be maintained by selling tea alone. Therefore, they ask Mr. Shu to take care of the venue. In this way, the Chengdu teahouses either do not have a storyteller. If there is a storyteller, they must have a unique skill, which can make tea customers willing to pay more for a book to enjoy the "pretty mouth" that makes them feel happy.

The "Guangxiang Pavilion" close to the Shanxi Guild Hall is a teahouse with a bookstore. The storyteller invited is the famous "Qin Ermazi". Mr. Qin is best at rap with a bamboo zither, with accurate strings and a clear voice. It is also a unique within a radius of 100 miles in Chengdu. In addition, the water used for tea making in the teahouse is brought up by Xue Gongjing, the famous Wangjiang Tower, so this Guangxiang Pavilion is always crowded with customers every day. Because the tea money is expensive, the guests who come here to drink tea are basically gentry. There are several ticket numbers and money shops on the street. This Guangxiang Pavilion actually acts as the Chengdu Qianye Association Office. Usually, the shopkeepers of the Qianye Association often choose here.

However, there is no bookstore in Guangxiang Pavilion today. Although Qin Ermazi is drinking tea in the teahouse, he does not play the bamboo piano. Instead, like other tea lovers, he is also discussing the deficit of road money.

When Xiliang governed Sichuan, he called on the people to subscribe to shares of the Sichuan-Han Railway Company. At the beginning, because it was an "official supervision and commercial office", the people did not buy it and modified the company's articles of association and changed it to a complete commercial office. Then, more than 10 million taels of silver were raised from the private sector. The Sichuan Supervisor deposited the silver at the official money bureau, saying that after the railway exploration was completed, the money would be used to build a railway from Chengdu to Wuhan, and in the future, Sichuan local goods would be easily transported to Hankou for sale.

Of course, these stocks are not all silver. A large part of them are "rental shares" attached to land tax, which means increasing land tax. However, this part of land tax is not a waste of money. In the future, when the railway is repaired, it will still be returned to the Sichuan people with the capital and the profit.

Many people are looking for a source of wealth on the railway, and farmers are looking for "renting shares" to return it. Moreover, after the railway is repaired, the rent shares attached to the fields can also be stopped, and the land tax can also be reduced.

But just the day before yesterday, news came from the Chengdu military government that the whereabouts of the private stock market with the tens of millions of taels of silver in the official and financial bureau were left with less than six million taels of other coins!

What does "the whereabouts unknown" mean? Isn't that a deficit? This money is either called a corrupt official who has gained his personal pockets, or the general managers, assistants, and associations of the railway company, and the committee members have embezzled them to other places! The former Sichuan Governor Xiliang, who was the Tongyuan Bureau and the Silver Round Bureau, used the money from Sichuan and Han Roads!

Can silver fly by itself without wings?

The silver did not grow wings. However, the deficit case had wings. However, in just two days, most of Sichuan knew about the news. They were thinking whether the news was true or not. However, the Chengdu Chamber of Commerce and Chongqing Chamber of Commerce issued a telegram and the Chongqing Chamber of Commerce were confirmed as soon as the stock was released. As a result, the Sichuan people were yelling to severely punish the pseudo-Qingchuan supervision area. They shouted that the Republican government would use Sichuan land tax to compensate the Sichuan people for the loss of land... It was very exciting to dig three feet of the land to retrieve the silver.

There is no need to deliberately incite. The "people's spirit" in the Sichuan people broke out. The matter of this deficit is not as good as the imperial system or the republic. It is related to the people's rice and lichens in the bowls. It can't be solved by just a few electricity. If this matter is uneven, the temporary president of the republic government is a waste!

The President of the Republic of China, appointed Zhao Erxun, who had been greedy for millions of taels of silver, to do the "Senator of the Western Sichuan Governor's Office". What was President Yuan Shikai's idea of ​​"President Yuan Shikai"? To put it lightly, he called having no eyes. To put it seriously, he called being in a mess and colluding with his gang!

What's more, Zhao Erxun still massacred the Sichuan people's "Zhao Tu". What's the president's intention? Do you want to kill all the Sichuan people?

No! This deficit case must be investigated to the end. The truth will be revealed! Zhao Erxun wants to kill. The deficit money must be recovered with a lot of money!

In the past two days, the most lively topic in teahouses of all sizes in Chengdu is the case of deficit in Sichuan and Han roads. The official statements and folk rumors are intertwined, making people at a loss. Tea customers who are not in the way of entering the stock market just join in the fun and shout a few times. However, those who have entered the stock market cursed and waved their fists and threatened to "stop the four times".

The so-called "four strikes" means stopping farming, stopping classes, stopping markets, stopping work. The Republican government does not give any explanation a day, and the Sichuan people will not pay taxes to the Republican government for one day and bear corvee!

But strangely, although people are talking about these "four strikes", no one can tell where this slogan came from.

Of course, the people will not think so far-reachingly. They are more concerned about their own interests. Since they shouted "Four Stops", they will follow suit.

Qin Ermazi, a storyteller in Guangxiang Pavilion, is the most fierce person who shouted "Four Stops". The reason is very simple. When he first raised the stock, he bought 200 taels of silver stocks. The amount of silver was not much or less. It happened to be his coffin book of Qin Ermazi. This was saved in half his life. In order to buy road stocks, he didn't buy the dozens of acres of good paddy fields in Guanxian County. If he was tormenting everyone, he wouldn't have to pluck the strings and play the piano in this teahouse to see people's faces!

"Repent, regret! If someone sells regret medicine at this moment, I will buy it too much money!"

Qin Ermazi said while wiping his tears. The little apprentice standing on the side also shed tears. The eyebrows of both the master and the apprentice were red. This is not a fake, they really feel sorry for it.

"If I hadn't believed the turtle son named Shi, how could I have become obsessed with it? I bought a few pieces of paper for 200 taels of silver and agreed to get at least twenty taels of silver every year for the railway construction. Now, thinking about it, there is no such cheap thing in the world! This cheapness is called a magnificent official!"

Seeing Qin Ermazi's miserable words, the guests shook their heads and sighed. Some people lamented that Qin Ermazi was generous. If there were no such deficit case, who would have thought that a rapist in a teahouse could take out 200 taels of silver to buy stocks? Although Qin Ermazi usually wears simple clothes and eats simple food, this real person doesn't show his appearance. This coffin is enough to build a big teahouse.

Qin Ermazi wiped his tears, took his hand covered with tears and slapped the tea table a few times and shouted at the teahouse shopkeeper who was calculating the accounts.

"It's so miserable, it's so miserable. The shopkeeper, everyone is calling for a market strike, why don't you stop?"

"You're also screaming miserable?"

Before the teahouse shopkeeper raised his head, a sneer came from the corner and turned his head to look at the middle-aged man in a long gown smiling bitterly with a teacup. The teacatchers inquired about each other and then learned that the middle-aged man was the second gulf of the Shanxi Piaohao "Yichenghao", and his surname was Jiang.

“Mr. Jiang has

explain?"

A clever tea guy hurriedly walked over with a boiling kettle and refilled Mr. Jiang's boiling water. The tea guests also held their breath and looked at what news Mr. Jiang could say.

"Do you know why Yicheng closed down today?"

Mr. Jiang picked up the teacup, blew the hot tea, and glanced at everyone.

"Can you lose the bill on this road?"

The tea shopkeeper hurriedly walked over with a plate of fried beans, put the plate on the table, and said, "I still saved more than a dozen taels of Songjiang silver in Yicheng, so I can't fall down."

The audience was immediately excited and a little anxious even surrounded him and asked about the matter of Yicheng.

Back then, Sichuan governors raised road funds and private stocks to ensure that the railway would make money. In addition, the imperial edicts of the court all subscribed to road shares. As the pillars of the financial industry, the piaohao would naturally miss this investment opportunity. Their investment was not a matter of hundreds or thousands of taels of silver, tens of thousands of taels of silver, tens of thousands of taels of gold, and hundreds of thousands of taels of gold to buy some railway stocks, hoping to make profits and profits. In the future, the railway could still become a major shareholder. In this way, the Chengdu Money Industry Association could no longer sit still and subscribed 20,000 taels of gold to road shares in the name of the guild.

Now the Sichuan-Hankou Railway has not been built for an inch, but the money has been deficient by nearly half. The news came out. The entire Chengdu financial industry was like an earthquake, and the Money Industry Association was also quarreling. At the money shop, depositors who had deposited money in the money shop immediately rushed to withdraw money when they heard the news, which triggered a run. Many money shops with poor capital turnover had to close their doors and close their business. This caused a greater panic and run. If the Republican military government had not urgently issued a curfew and sent troops to stand guard at the street entrance, I would have been in chaos in the city.

"I can't figure out whether the Yicheng number is over. I only know that the shopkeeper of the Yicheng number has been taken by the military government and is now squatting in prison. Otherwise, how could I have the leisure to drink tea here?"

As soon as Mr. Jiang said this, a stir suddenly caused a stir.

"What's going on?" The shopkeeper of the teahouse was anxious. "Didn't the shopkeeper Zhang say yesterday that he would go to the general account to make a telegram to make a transfer? Why was it taken by the military government?"

"Hmph! The bastard named Zhang stole my seal yesterday and took away Curry's last silver. This thief was framed. Who wouldn't the military government take him? If it weren't for the military government sending people to report it today, I would still be in the dark! The bastard named Zhang came from Shanxi to seize my power, and I could see that this was a bastard! Now the Yicheng account is down, and the deficit is very serious. The bastard named Zhang wants to escape. He brought a piece of silver before leaving. He is not going back to Shanxi, but he is afraid he wants to go to the concession to have a good time. Fortunately, the military government prohibits bringing a large amount of silver out of the city, otherwise, the bastard named Zhang has already escaped. However, after asking the general account, he can only ask me. Do you want to tell me if the person named Zhang is a bastard?"

Everyone looked at each other. In the past two days, the shopkeepers of the silver account outside the city of Chengdu were indeed arrested by the Republican army. These shopkeepers were all deficient in the silver account in the cabinet and planned to escape. However, such villains are a minority after all, and most of the bank account are still trustworthy. Although there is no capital turnover on the cabinet, the shopkeeper did not run away. Instead, he consciously responded to the call of the military government and registered the bank account assets at the military government to maintain the credibility of the financial industry.

"Oh, my money." The teahouse shopkeeper groaned miserably, rolled his eyes and fell backwards.

The two guys hurriedly supported the shopkeeper, pinched the man and poured hot tea, and worked hard for a while.

Qin Ermazi walked over and massaged the teahouse shopkeeper's chest and back a few times before he recovered.

"A dozen taels of Songjiang Silver will make you feel so distressed. If you buy railway stocks, don't you have to hit the wall with your head?" Qin Ermazi hummed.

The tea shopkeeper whined: "Songjiang Silver is only a dozen taels, but Mexican Yingyang saves 100 yuan. Your road stocks are only half of them, but I have lost all my money."

At this time, the shopkeeper's wife also rushed over, and the two of them hugged their heads and cried bitterly.

"No! You can't let the profiteer ignorant of our money. Everyone will demolish the Yicheng account! I don't believe it. Even a tael of silver is gone in the cellar of Yicheng account."

A man dressed in a robe stood outside the teahouse, poked his head into the window and roared, splashing stars splashing Mr. Jiang's face.

"Fart!" Mr. Jiang picked up the teacup, raised it, and poured the tea on the robed brother's head.

Before the robe was made, the tea shops were already full of shouting.

"That's a big deal! Now the Yicheng number is like other silver numbers. There are spearmen standing outside the shop. In the words of the military government, this is called "maintaining financial order"! If you have the ability, go and tear it down and see if the Hanyang building in the hands of the Republican army is used to burn fire!"

"If you want to demolish it, you should go and demolish the railway company's yamen! The yamen is built with a grand style. The railway has not been repaired in an inch. The railway company's association will help the railway company to make the door beautiful first."

"This road is so rich that they are corrupt! Let's go and tear their doghouse!"

"It's not enough to just tear off their doghouses, so you have to pull them out to parade!"

...

"Don't just say you don't practice! Let's demolish the railway company's thief's nest first!"

Qin Ermazi picked up the teacup, threw it hard on the ground, scolding him, and the teahouse was silent for a moment.

"Go together! Go together!"

"Search the guy! Scout the guy!"

...

The tea shoppers were stunned for a moment. Several people dressed in the robe had rushed in outside the teahouse. They picked up the bench and stood in the store and shouted a few times. Everyone was instigated and became hot-headed. They also picked up the bench and rushed out of the teahouse.

The situation was a little chaotic for a moment, and the gentry were still more reserved, but those brothers who rushed in from outside the store were not so civilized. There were also many people who were holding on. After most of them left, the teahouse was beyond recognition, and even the copper boiled kettles were taken away.

"Master, Master! Wait for me, wait for me."

Qin Ermazi's apprentice looked for a broom and rushed out of the teahouse. The teahouse became quiet again.

"Mr. Jiang, why...why is this good?" The teahouse shopkeeper looked at Mr. Jiang, who was also stunned.

"Shopkeeper, close the door quickly. I'll have a chance to go back to the north. Now the Sichuan people are in a turbulent situation. Look at this situation, if it's not handled well, it's a civil unrest. I understand that there are people who are doing this deficit case and want to muddle the water. These days, there are many people who want to take advantage of the situation. Those who just now are just those, but they just carry a boiling kettle and take a few packs of tea. Compared to those big names who are guiding the country, those who just now are tricks in the tricks."

After Mr. Jiang finished speaking, he put a big ocean on the table, then lifted the hem of his robe and hurriedly left the teahouse.

"What are you still standing there? Come to the door panel!"

The tea shopkeeper sent the last customer out and hurriedly ordered the guy to come to the door panel. Before the last door panel was ready, a team of people walked past the street, and they were also aggressive and shouted to fight and kill. Many people were holding the stock of the Sichuan-Han Railway Company. Obviously, they were also directly victims of the deficit of road funds.
Chapter completed!