The happy life of a prodigal

Fang Xiu glanced at him impatiently, and said coldly: "I already know all the things you did.

Don't think about dying anymore, the matter has come to this point, let's think about how to deal with the funeral! "

After finishing speaking, without giving him a chance to speak again, he slapped the gavel and said directly: "Take him down and lock him in the dungeon. Before receiving the imperial decree from His Majesty and the documents from the Ministry of Officials, he will be treated as an autumn queen." Cut it off!"

"Yes, my lord!"

The only remaining policemen in Du Ming's mansion have already been tied up.

Naturally, the one who agreed at this time was the pro-army guards who followed Fang Xiu.

When the magistrate heard the words 'Qiu Hou Wen Zhan', his legs were so frightened that his legs went limp, and he collapsed on the ground, not daring to move, but crying loudly: "My lord, I've been wronged, I've been wronged! "

At this moment, Fang Xiu was too lazy to talk to him anymore.

Whether it's what I saw or heard, as well as his feeble excuse just now, it can all explain a problem...

In this yamen, if ten out of ten are chosen to be executed, there may be some injustice.

But picking nine out of ten, it is impossible to be wronged at all!

After dealing with the magistrate, Fang Xiu turned his attention to the other people.

At this moment, they all stood there tremblingly, not daring to make any movements, for fear of attracting the attention of the Inspector.

The master book among them kept muttering in a low voice: "Don't call me, don't call me..."

However, in the next second, I heard the gradually familiar voice sounding slowly: "Where is the master of the yamen?"

The matter has come to this point, there is no way to hide, the master took a step forward tremblingly, saluted respectfully, and said in a trembling voice: "My lord, my lord, my lord is here."

Although most of the 'things' were done by the magistrate, he knew in his heart that when he was questioning the crime, he, the magistrate, could not escape no matter what.

At this time, facing this Lord Inspector who appeared suddenly, who seemed to have fallen from the sky, he had already prepared for the worst, nothing more than ransacking his home and asking for execution...

As long as it is not the Zhu Jiu Clan, or even the Zhu San Clan, it is acceptable.

Anyway, it has reached this point, even if he escapes, where can he escape?

Thinking of this, he was not as afraid as before, and knelt directly on the ground, looking up at the Inspector-in-charge in front of him.

very young......

Younger than expected...

"Your Excellency, I'm guilty, I'm...plead guilty!"

Fang Xiu raised his eyebrows again when he heard this.

There are all kinds of things in the world, he has seen them all in one day.

Just now, the head secretary still looked timid and fearful, and he was not much better than that Qian Zhifu.

However, in just a few seconds, such a big change has occurred, which is a bit interesting.

"You are not afraid?"

Fang Xiu looked at him and asked with interest.

"Scared... so scared to death."

The master book didn't know what he thought of, and his expression became a little dazed.

After a while, he recovered from his trance and continued: "It's useless to be afraid.

Xiaguan knows, Xiaguan and Mr. Qian, no... the things that Qian Mengchuang did, I am afraid that asking and beheading ten times will not be enough to anger the common people...

Therefore, even if the lower officials are afraid, the final result can only be like this, so if you are afraid, you can think about it..."

Fang Xiu looked at him and saw that his expression was very calm when he said this, knowing that was what he was thinking in his heart, he nodded, with a smile on his face, and said: "You are wrong."

Hearing this, the master secretary raised his eyes subconsciously and looked at Fang Xiu.

I thought this matter could have another turn, but I heard him continue: "You only have one head, which is only enough to beheaded once.

Most importantly, this matter is not just done by the two of you...

You...you...you...and you...none escape! "

Fang Xiu pointed to the trembling people standing beside him, and spoke slowly, with a rare and extremely solemn expression.

Chapter 522 Responsibility

After the voice fell, the entire yamen was silent for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of wailing.

"My lord, I am wronged, I am wronged!"

"My lord, all this was done by that traitor Qian Mengchuang, it has nothing to do with us, nothing to do with us!"

"..."

When Fang Xiu heard these words, the expression on his face didn't change at all, he didn't even look at them, waved his hand, and said coldly: "Take them all down!"

"Yes, my lord!"

The pro-military guards next to him immediately stepped forward and pulled away the wailing guys.

For a moment, only the chief bookkeeper was left in the main hall of the entire yamen, still standing where he was.

"My lord, what other orders do you have?"

At this moment, the master was completely desperate.

He knew that the young man in front of him, who didn't look so serious, did things more vigorously than he showed.

Fang Xiu looked at the master book, thought for a while, and said slowly: "Bring me the documents, case files, and files of your yamen over the years, and I want to see it."

Hearing this, the master secretary was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously glanced at Fang Xiu, seeing that his expression did not seem to be fake, he immediately felt very ashamed.

He stood upright, bowed down respectfully, and wanted to say something flattering.

When the words came to his lips, he couldn't say anything, he just said: "Yes, my lord!"

The area of ​​Du Ming's Mansion is not large, but there are nearly ten thousand households living on this land, just basic necessities, food, housing and transportation, recorded in the file, is enough to fill the entire desk.

Therefore, when the clerk moved the documents and files of Du Ming's yamen to the main hall of the yamen as required, there was almost no room to stay in the main hall of the yamen.

Even so, Fang Xiu only frowned slightly, then opened these documents and files, and read page by page, one by one.

Seeing this scene, the chief secretary knew a little more about this young and over-the-top inspector who came from the capital.

"Come here, what do these numbers written on it mean?"

After a while, Fang Xiu raised his eyes, looked at the master book, and asked.

Hearing this, the chief secretary came over in a hurry, glanced at the document, and began to explain: "My lord, these are the grain harvests of Du Ming's mansion last year, a total of..."

Fang Xiu just looked at the documents and files word by word, one by one, and asked the master book next to him when he encountered something he couldn't understand.

In just three or four hours, I actually saw nearly one-tenth of it.

This efficiency is much faster than expected.

If it is like this every day, it only takes about ten days to read all these files and documents.

only......

Fang Xiu knew in his heart that it was impossible for him to spend more than ten days in this small Du Ming Mansion.

So, he waved his hand and said, "Send all the remaining files and documents to the Shangguan Mansion, I want to see..."

The pro-military guard next to him hurriedly bowed his hands and said yes.

The master secretary stood at the back, feeling that there was no part of his body that was not tired.

But he didn't dare to complain a little bit.

In fact, he did not have any complaints in his heart.

I have always been in charge of these files and documents. The magistrate only looks at them occasionally, and the time spent together is not as much as the procurator for three or four hours...

He understood that the Inspector-General really wanted to do something for the people, not just fulfill His Majesty's will, or fulfill his duties as an Inspector.

Otherwise, you only need to put them in prison, and then find a few scholars or recruits to fill the vacancy temporarily. There is no need to work so hard and do everything yourself.

Moreover, every case file has been carefully read over the years, and some have even made annotations and requested re-examination.

In fact, he was well aware of most of these case files.

It is nothing more than something committed by some nobles and gentry, and then the prefect is asked to come forward to take it down.

Unexpectedly, within such a short period of time, all of the inspectors were caught out.

If he hadn't seen the white face of the envoy, he would have thought that Bao Qingtian, whose face was as black as coal, had come back to life.

"You've been standing here for so long, are you tired?"

The chief secretary was thinking wildly, when he suddenly heard such a greeting, he woke up immediately, hurriedly bowed, and replied: "Report to my lord, I am not tired..."

He said that, but actually felt that he couldn't stand up.

I thought I was here to help, and the inspector could say some good things, but I heard the inspector continued: "It's just fine if you're not tired, follow me to the official mansion, and continue to stand.

Tired and standing, it is because of the existence of a dog like you that I have to spend all this effort today.

Every time the officer reads one more case file or examines one more document, you will stand for an extra hour for the officer, and wait until you can't stand upright and you fall to the ground before talking. "

When Fang Xiu said this, he paused, glanced at him, and continued: "Don't play those tricks of pretending to be dizzy with me. If I let me know, I will have good fruit for you!"

When he said this, he bared his teeth and showed a fierce look on his face.

Where did the chief secretary hear such words, have seen such a scene, and witnessed such a 'contrast', he was immediately frightened, and hurriedly said: "Your Excellency, I understand...

No matter what the lord gives orders, the subordinate officials will never complain. "

"Hmph...better."

Fang Xiu snorted twice, stood up from the chair, suddenly felt dizzy, almost fell to the ground, shook his head, and recovered after a while.

After rubbing her waist and stretching her body, she said, "Bring the files and papers and go back home!"

When he came out of the yamen, there was no doubt that the sky was already dark.

Zhao Yan was still waiting for her in the main hall of the yamen, but after watching the excitement and seeing the case file as high as a mountain, she sneaked away without even saying hello.

Now, only Fang Xiu was left riding a horse and walking ahead.

The distance between Du Ming Mansion's yamen and Shangguan Mansion is not far.

In other words, the entire Du Ming Mansion is only so small, if you ride a horse, you can travel from the west to the east in just two or three sticks of incense, which is not at the same level as the Kyoto Mansion.

"Call-"

Fang Xiu was riding a horse, and after a while, he saw the Shangguan's plaque and got off his horse.

Before he had time to rest, he saw a figure appearing in front of him.

Looking up, it was Zhao Yan.

"Why did you come back now..."

Just now Zhao Yan opened her mouth, as if she had discovered something, her words stopped abruptly, she looked at him in a daze, and asked, "What's wrong with your eyes...?"

Although the tone was very flat, the concern contained in it could be clearly heard.

Chapter 523 Are you worthy?

When Fang Xiu heard this question, he was also a little puzzled, and asked, "What?"

Zhao Yan leaned forward and observed carefully, as if she understood something, she said with a little reproach: "If you continue to look at it like this, your eyes will go blind..."

Only then did Fang Xiu realize that his eyes should be bloodshot.

If you put it in the time when you were still studying, especially when you were preparing for the high school exam, it would not be a problem to read a book for a whole day.

It's just that the comfortable life has passed for too long, and instead of being as energetic as before.

After just watching for three or four hours, I felt a little dizzy and thought about going back to rest for a while.

"You've been waiting here for me?"

Fang Xiu looked at Zhao Yan and asked curiously.