The county magistrate is not slag very A

Master Wang patted his chopsticks and said in a deep voice, "What are you doing in a panic, what's wrong?"

The servant held up the blood-stained clothes: "Master, an official sent the young master's clothes, and said... and said..."

"What else?" Master Wang asked sharply.

"He also said that the young master is a hard-headed person. If he refuses to plead guilty, I don't know how many days will be interrogated."

The eldest lady saw the bloody clothes in the servant's hands, and cried out immediately: "It's my son's clothes, master, please save our child quickly, master..."

Master Wang was panting heavily through his nostrils. Looking at the sobbing eldest lady, he slammed the table: "Prepare the carriage, go upstairs."

The son I know best, his son is not a strong bone, let alone a heavy punishment, this is clearly a threat.

Hearing that Mr. Wang rushed upstairs in a hurry, all the merchants panicked and steadied themselves.

Hitting a snake and hitting seven inches, the Wang family is just such a single seedling, now being pinched and threatened in the palm of his hand, Mr. Wang naturally can't hold back.

Upstairs, as soon as Master Wang got off the carriage, he saw Song Boxue walking out of the hall and said to the onlookers: "When I first came to Pingchuan County, I determined to be a good official. Now it's rare for everyone to gather here. If you want to follow the example of your predecessors, there are three fires for a new official to take office. The first fire is to spread the word, aiming at combating the unkind behavior of being rich. Today, a case is accepted every half hour, and anyone who voluntarily reports and is true will be rewarded heavily by the government."

Master Wang's eyes darkened when he heard the words, there must be brave men under heavy rewards. Among them, local gentry, it is inevitable that there will be people who misbehave because of their strong financial resources. There are times when you can't be restrained.

It's over now, the alliance reached last night can fall apart in an instant, this county magistrate is simply too vicious.

Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, a man fell to his knees on the ground with a plop.

"I want to report cloth merchant Zhao Sanye. My child's mother set up a stall on the overpass to sell the rough cloth she washed by herself for a few days, but the people from their cloth shop smashed the stall and beat people."

Song Boxue looked at the honest and honest middle-aged man, and said softly, "Get up and answer. Is there any evidence for the time of the crime? Physical evidence?"

The middle-aged man not only didn't get up, but kowtowed his head and cried, "What I said is true. My mother-in-law was beaten so hard that she couldn't get out of bed. Many people saw it. Many people in our village saw it." , I beseech Master Qingtian to be the master."

The crowd was silent, no one dared to talk, and no one knew whether the new county magistrate really wanted to eradicate the violence, or whether he was trying to save face. affordable.

Song Boxue bent down and helped him up: "Get up quickly. If the case is true, I will punish you severely. Have you hired a doctor?"

The reason why she asked such a question was because the middle-aged man was dressed too shabby, and she was worried that the innocent woman who was beaten would not have money to see her wounded.

The middle-aged man knelt down again after hearing the words: "Please ask the barefoot doctor in the village to read it, and I have also gone to the mountains to gather herbs."

Poor people don't dare to get sick. When they get sick, they always use local methods to cure them. If they don't do anything to pick some herbs they know, how can they afford a doctor.

Song Boxue touched her sleeves, and couldn't help but pause, the purse under the green official uniform was empty, forgetting that the original owner had given the money to Song for safekeeping.

Seeing this, Jiang Fanyin came over, holding a piece of silver in his hand: "My lord."

Song Boxue exchanged glances with her, took the money and handed it to the middle-aged man: "Go to the master to record your identity, first take the money to invite a doctor, don't let the sister-in-law delay the treatment."

The middle-aged man took the silver tremblingly, and kowtowed a few more times: "Thank you, Mr. Qingtian, thank you, Mr. Qingtian..."

There was another suffocating silence in the crowd, and then someone whispered: "I saw it, I saw Zhao Sanye Buzhuang's guy beat someone up, and I will testify."

"I saw it too."

"I also testify..."

Once there is one, there is two. Looking at the witnesses who stood up, Song Boxue took a deep breath, and said in a strict voice: "Come here, quickly arrest the relevant people, etc., and put them in prison pending trial."

Once an accident happened to Zhao's cloth shop, the merchants who heard the news couldn't sit still. They reported one in half an hour.

This move is too harsh.

Merchants rushed upstairs one by one, and the pledge officially started, and the pledge book was gradually filled up one stroke after another.

On the second floor, Song Boxue looked at the merchants who took their seats one after another, and said softly: "I just wanted to put on a show to scare these stubborn merchants, but now I have changed my mind."

She didn't think she was a kind person who rescued the suffering, but at this moment, she changed her mind.

She didn't say what she changed her mind, but Jiang Fanyin understood: "You will be a good official."

Song Boxue looked at her with determination in his eyes: "If one day I do something that makes me feel sorry for this official uniform, you must not let me go."

Just yesterday she was thinking of resigning, even now she has not given up the idea of ​​resigning.

But before she resigns, before she takes off her official uniform, she wants to be a good official, at least she will do her best during her tenure and try to be the master for the people.

Jiang Fanyin looked puzzled: "Why don't I let you go?"

"It's nothing, I just want you to supervise me to be good." Song Boxue looked away and sighed inwardly.

Because the book said that the original owner had been corrupt and broke the law, and was finally pulled down by the hostess and thrown into jail.

Jiang Fanyin was skeptical, but thoughtful and did not continue to ask.

Everyone has their own secrets and things they don't want to say, so Song Boxue didn't want to say it, so she stopped asking.

A man wearing a straw hat in the crowd stared at Song Boxue's figure, and whispered two words: "Dog officer."

After going down to the Yamen, Song Boxue went to the Song family to ask for silver notes, the 200 taels stolen by the original owner, and the five taels of silver from Jiang Fanyin.

Thinking of Song's temperament of loving money, she suddenly felt a headache, and she didn't know if she could get it back.

Looking at her appearance, Jiang Fanyin probably guessed something. She touched the purse unconsciously, and the corners of her lips moved and tightened into a line.

"Master Jiang." A middle-aged man's voice came from behind.

Jiang Fanyin turned around, and it was Master Zhou who came.

"Master Zhou." Jiang Fanyin nodded slightly, waiting quietly for Master Zhou to speak.

"Someone asked me to send you a letter." Master Zhou handed over the letter, and when Jiang Fanyin took it, he bowed and said goodbye.

On the envelope was written: Dear Voice.

Seeing the slightly familiar handwriting, Jiang Fanyin was taken aback. He went back to his room and closed the doors and windows before sitting at the desk and carefully opening the envelope.

After reading the letter, she frowned tightly, changed her clothes and hurried out the door.

In a small inn on West Street, Jiang Wuyi was sitting in the lobby drinking wine, his eyes were always on the outside of the inn.

Seeing Jiang Fanyin appearing in front of the inn, he hurriedly got up to meet him.

"Yinyin, you are here, let's go back to the room and talk."

Jiang Fanyin nodded, but there was no joy in meeting him, but a trace of worry hidden in his expression.

After entering the room, she hurriedly asked, "What does the big brother's letter mean?"

What is meant to get rid of Song Boxue for her, what is meant to help her escape from the clutches of evil.

A trace of annoyance flashed across Jiang Wuyi's expression: "Brother didn't protect you. I didn't expect that dog officer's life to be so serious?"

Jiang Fanyin was puzzled, staring at his righteous brother with fixed eyebrows, motioning for him to continue.

Jiang Wuyi hesitated for a moment, then restrained his anger and said, "Come with me."

Jiang Wuyi took Jiang Fanyin out of the inn and walked to a medical clinic.

The door of the medical hall was closed, Jiang Wuyi took out the key and opened the door, Jiang Fanyin concealed his doubts and followed in silently.

When I went in, I saw a man tied to the pillar of the medical hall. It looked like a doctor in his attire.

Jiang Wuyi took out his saber and stabbed it into the doctor's arm, causing the unconscious man to wake up instantly.

"Say what that dog official said word for word, and I'll spare your dog's life."

The doctor seemed to be terrified, and begged for mercy: "The younger one said, the younger one has all the tricks. The county magistrate and the dog have a very good relationship. During the day when it rained heavily, he came to the store during the day to ask for a pack of mi medicine. He said it was for his fiancée." , and said that after having tasted the taste of the fiancée, he gave her to the dog to play for a few days, and the little one heard this, the hero, please forgive me..."

Jiang Wuyi hit the doctor on the head with the back of the knife, knocking him unconscious again.