The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

After finishing the conversation with Cai He, Fang Yun immediately ordered his private soldiers to inspect the granary to avoid problems.

Buying old grain to replace new grain and earning the difference is a common method used by warehouse envoys. Some even directly resell a large amount of grain and burn it before inspection.

Although the staff personally participated in the handover in the first few days after arriving, Ji Zhibai did not leave any questions, but now it is necessary to re-check the grain depot.

When he arrived at the county government office, Fang Yun sat down in the lobby. He did not immediately go to the lobby, but closed his eyes to rest.

In a corner of the lobby, there are a large number of documents and account books piled up.

Ao Huang floated in mid-air and asked curiously: "Fang Yun, how dare you arrest so many workshop leaders? Are you sure they all have problems?"

Fang Yun said casually: "If you kill them all, there will definitely be injustice, but if you line up to kill one after another, there will definitely be fish that slip through the net."

Ao Huang felt chilled in his heart when he heard this, and said in shock: "The officials in Ning'an County are so corrupt, why can they still operate?"

Fang Yun sneered and said: "Those high-ranking officials boasted that it was their contribution. They have merit, but the credit is not great. The reason why Ning'an County is still running well is that it relies on the border troops to protect the country and the territory, and the other is that The people of our country are hard-working and kind, and those who cause trouble are only in the minority. Thirdly, it is the hard work of those at the grassroots level, such as the police officers, agents, secretaries, and others, so the final credit goes to those officials. "

"What you said makes sense. You are really full of bad ideas. There is no accuser and no evidence of guilt. The accounts of some of the people with the biggest problems may have been prepared before you took office. Naturally, you can only use interviews, not Interrogation. However, I still feel that killing those seven people was enough."

Fang Yundao: "The laws of Jingguo clearly stipulate that in a busy city or in a place with a large number of civilians, officers with documents in their hands can be killed on the spot in order to avoid accidentally injuring them. Inciting workers is an added crime. If you think about it carefully, Think about it, they even dare to attack official officers, what else can they not dare to do? "

"That's true. Some people, relying on their connections with the royal family and aristocratic families, are used to being domineering and domineering. They have completely forgotten the king's laws. They are seeking their own death. No one else is to blame. One of the scholars actually wrote "Song of Yi Shui" in front of an official. If we don't kill him on the spot, if he suddenly goes crazy, I don't know how many people will die. However, you can't get rid of your reputation as a cruel official."

Fang Yun looked at the blue sky outside the gate and said slowly: "If you give me enough time, I will use the gentlest means to improve it, but time does not wait for me. I don't have that much time to resolve one contradiction after another, nor do I have time to talk to them. Be reasonable one by one. I can only use legal means to tell them what they should do and what they shouldn’t do! And tell them the price of doing it!”

Ao Huang was silent for a moment and said slowly: "You don't need to carry so much."

"I just want to do something as much as possible." Fang Yun said.

"Okay. Why don't you talk to them now?"

"Wait a minute, they don't think enough now, and they don't have enough fear and anxiety." Fang Yun said calmly.

"That's right. The question now is how to find the evidence of the crimes of those shop owners. If there is no conclusive evidence, how can they recruit them?" Ao Huang said.

Fang Yun said: "These days, I have quickly read through the documents and account books of the past six months and memorized them all in my mind. I have found many problems. You will know when the time comes."

"Okay!" Ao Huang said and flew over the documents and account books. He took out an account book and looked through it. After reading more than a dozen pages, he felt dizzy.

"What the hell is this? It hurts Long Naoren'er to see it! It's not like I haven't studied the Thirteen Classics, but what are these? I won't read them!" Ao Huang said and stayed away from the documents.

After waiting for a full hour, Fang Yun invited the owner of Danhua Workshop.

The shop owner had a wooden face, looked extremely calm, and was dressed in a gorgeous silk robe. He kept touching the dragon and phoenix jade pendant on his waist with his right hand. Fang Yun took a closer look and realized that the jade pendant was not ordinary. Thinking of the origin of the shop owner, he understood.

"Is this you Zhao Yong?"

Zhao Yong raised his hand to Fang Yun and said: "Xiaoguan Zhao Yong, I have met Lord Fang! A few days ago, Xiaguan sent a letter to the little prince of Qingyang Palace. The little prince once said that he must listen to the words of the county magistrate and never disagree with him. The county magistrate is in trouble. After all, Xianguan is given the surname Zhao by the old prince, so he naturally has to listen to the little county prince. Therefore, the magistrate said that he wanted to have an interview, and the magistrate did not resist at all. "

Ao Huang snorted softly, and even he could see that Zhao Yong seemed to be obedient, but in fact he was not.

Zhao Yong had no rank or title, but he claimed to be a lower official. Naturally, he had a title. No matter how low he was, he was still an official. Zhao Yong said that he was given a surname by King Qingyang, so his status was naturally superior to others. He also said that sending letters to the small county king was to show his deep relationship with the small county king. It was impossible for ordinary people to send letters to the small county king directly.

Fang Yun acted as if he had not heard anything and asked: "On the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month last year, it was the dry season of the Yishui River. You used the excuse that the ginning in the ginning workshop was slow, so you bought one hundred thousand kilograms of lint cotton from elsewhere, and then sent it to the ginning factory. A pound of cotton is used to make quilts. A good quilt uses at least five pounds of cotton. These 100,000 pounds of cotton can be used to make about 20,000 bats for quilts. I calculated. Is there anything wrong?"

Zhao Yong was stunned for a moment, then counted on his fingers for a long time, and then said: "That's what the magistrate said."

Ao Huang rolled his eyes at Zhao Yong, but Fang Yun thought it was normal. Mathematics in Shengyuan Continent had not received special attention. Zhao Yong was neither an accountant nor a scholar, so it would take him a long time to do the math at first glance.

What's more, Zhao Yong has other things to think about.

Fang Yun said: "There are 800 people in the cotton-flossing workshop, and they can fluff more than 12,000 kilograms of cotton a day. It took eight days to finish the 100,000 kilograms of cotton. Am I right?"

"I don't remember much about this matter, but it does take about eight days to fluff 100,000 kilograms of cotton." Zhao Yong said.

Fang Yun added: "If all 800 people are there, it will take about eight days. If there are only 300 people, how many days will it take? Let me calculate. 800 people can fluff 12,000 kilograms a day, and 300 people can fluff 4,500 kilograms a day. It will take about 22 days to fluff 100,000 kilograms of cotton. Am I right?"

Zhao Yong stayed where he was, staring at Fang Yun, unable to say a word.

Fang Yun suddenly slammed the gavel and said, "Zhao Yong! I want to ask you, it is clearly written in the documents of the cotton-tipped workshop that starting from the first day of the twelfth lunar month, some workers gradually went home for the winter break and celebrated the New Year. By the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, there were less than 300 people in the cotton-tipped workshop! Starting from the twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month, there were less than 100 people every day! Tell me, how can such a small number of workers tumble 100,000 kilograms of cotton in eight days! Could it be that you have crossed the long river of history and entered the future and borrowed the wooden drum cotton-tipped machine that I have just successfully developed?"

Ao Huang suddenly realized that Zhao Yong had obtained 100,000 kilograms of poor quality or aged cotton wool, and then sold it to the cotton-tipped workshop he managed at the price of good lint cotton, and then, on the books, he went through a false manufacturing process and sold it at the price of high-quality cotton wool, and he made a profit from the difference.

Since the process is fake, it is necessary to select the days with insufficient work as the false cotton-tipped dates, because the days with sufficient work are producing real cotton, which has been recorded in the accounts.

Normally, people who check accounts would not check other documents and would inevitably overlook something. However, Fang Yun saw the trick at a glance.