The bailiffs of the official posthouse ran over again, clamoring for compensation for the posthouse's losses.
Although Sun Yisheng was an official in Xijing, his rank was not high—he was merely an ambassador of the Guanghui Treasury under the Ministry of Revenue, a minor official of the true ninth rank with little power. Even if he had power, the posthouse was local, subordinate to the local county and governed by the county yamen; officials from Xijing could not reach here, and if something was broken, compensation had to be paid.
Sun Yisheng did not have much money on him. On this trip back to Xinxiang, he had not simply come to pick up Chen Shi and take him to the capital; rather, he was returning home for the New Year, and bringing Chen Shi along was merely on the way, so Chen Tang had not given him much money either.
Chen Shi did not have much silver on him either, as all his money had been given to the accountant Shao Jing. When he went to Qingzhou to overthrow the Wan family, the Wan family certainly had a lot of money, but it had all been used to rob the rich and help the poor, leaving him with very little while he himself had poured a fair bit of silver into it.
With no other alternative, Sun Yisheng had no choice but to mortgage his carriage to the posthouse, and only then did the bailiffs cease their uproar.
Originally, there had been a few Imperial Guards traveling with the carriage, but now that the money was all spent, the Imperial Guards could no longer be afforded, and Sun Yisheng, swallowing his pride, dismissed them.
He felt somewhat anxious and restless in his heart: *Lord Chen Tang asked me to protect