Zhou You Photovoltaic choked and prayed again.

Chen Li's eyes were faint, and he swept over the magistrate Li Shixin who looked scared, and the magistrate Zhou Youguang who was snot and tears.

Finally, he ordered with Song Yingchang: "Song's army is in the prefect of Yanzhou Zhou Youguang, Yang is lying to disobey his duties and is not responsible for dereliction of duty. He is forced to imprison him."

Song Yingchang had been agitated, but he was quite surprised to hear this.

According to the clear order of the patrol of the field, although Zhou Youguang was not in office, he was at most demoted to a commoner, and he did not expect to be imprisoned.

But he hesitated for a moment, and gritted his teeth and greeted him: "Come on! Take off his official uniform and send it to the Censor's Prison!"

Zhou Youguang looked up suddenly.

He really didn't expect that his attitude was so low that these officials would have to deal with him more seriously!

"I am a fourth-rank official! Even if I am illegal, at most I will be demoted. You have no right to imprison me!"

Zhou Youguang broke free and stepped forward to capture his soap official, and looked around with anger.

Seeing this, several officials came to Chen and Song to look for help.

If we follow the law, let alone the fourth-rank official, even the seventh-rank magistrate, there is no reason to easily be imprisoned in a few words - unless a serious crime like communicating with Japanese people is arrested on the spot.

Unfortunately, the officials who were far away from heaven did not know how to patrol the emperor and acted cheaply in the eight words of the eight words "The Emperor" were in the Wanli Dynasty.

Chen Li was not vague and reached out to take out a stack of bright yellow silk cloth from her arms.

He casually pulled out one of them: "Get a pen!"

Song Yingchang didn't expect that there would be another one.

He stared blankly as Chen Li spread silk cloth on his left and right backs, with the seals of the Censorate, the cabinet's tickets, and the red stamps of the Silijian, covering a line of short and concise words.

Replace XXX for the people, and ask XXXX.

The so-called so-and-so is actually two blank spaces.

When Zhou Youguang saw this scene, he felt as if he was hit by a thunderous attack, trembling with numbness!

What is this!?

The country has been in the dynasty for two hundred years! How can I fill in the blanks with the decree?

I saw the pen of Shen carp walking among the dragon and snake, and the details had been filled.

He recited with great pride: "Zhou Youguang, the prefect of Yanzhou, was resigned to serve the people, and went to Shandong to inspect the censor An Jiudi to ask."

After reading it, he gave the order in his hand.

Seeing this, everyone was shocked and stared at Chen Li in a daze.

Zhou Youguang's face turned gray and suddenly lost his words.

Even Song Yingchang was stunned and at a loss.

Chen Li ignored these people and turned to look at the Shandong Censor Li Deyou who came from the capital: "Censor Li, I'm worried about taking office as the prefect of Yanzhou."

After Li Deyou followed Zhao Yongxian and others to the palace, he was not allowed to take the position of the job. He followed Chen Li out of Beijing to inspect the fields, so he naturally had some requests.

Now that he can be appointed as a fourth-rank official, it is also unsatisfactory.

He bowed and bowed: "How dare you speak up for the new policy?"

After Li Deyou made his statement, he asked Chen Li for several clerks.

The audience felt their scalp numb.

The political atmosphere in Shandong was extremely strong. In the early years, the imperial court ordered the expansion of Jinshi and the soap officials to open the examinations. Shandong local reactions were quite enthusiastic and they all thought it was a bonus.

But now, seeing Chen Li dismissal on the spot and appointing him on the spot, I know where the dividends were used.

This taste is really hard to describe.

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Seeing that the accountants gradually stopped working and waited, Chen Li ordered to turn around and return.

Following up quickly.

Song Yingchang was half a step behind and asked respectfully: "Chenbutang, is it time for Qufu County tomorrow?"

Perhaps it was because of psychological effects, as soon as the words were finished, countless sights were cast.

Chen Liwen shook his head and rejected: "The few governments that have been randomly inspected must be organized to organize a second clearance, and the Song Bingbei will go to work hard."

"As for Qufu County... I personally visited Yan Shenggong and talked about other things."

He looked up at the noisy tenant-in-law around him.

Since entering Yanzhou Prefecture, more and more of these faces are following each other.

It's like a projection of the Kong Mansion, the closer it gets, the more ghosts there are.

Why can't Yu Yu's stick be swept on the saint's family?

...

The closer you get to the Spirit Mountain Holy Land, in addition to the more ghosts, the more likely it is to be turned into ghosts.

Of course, this is just He Xinyin's irresponsible personal insight.

Far away in Teng County, a dilapidated thatched hut, the only wall foundation that was compacted with yellow mud, cracked a centipede-like gap, revealing the inner layer of adobe mixed with wheat straw, and radish skewers were skewed into a string, hanging under the eaves to dry.

He Xinyin sat on the edge of the street without any image.

"...That autumn, my grandfather stomped the ants in charge of the master and arrested him to be a householder, until my generation."

A thin man was talking to He Xinyin about his past as a slave, and his expression gradually relaxed from the initial fear.

The so-called households refer to the general term for temple households, forest households, and tenants.

Once they enter the household, their descendants will never be allowed to leave their homes. In fact, they are serfs from the Confucius Mansion.

The exploitation of tenants by other large households outside of tax payment is about 30% to 40%, while the exploitation of households by the Confucius House can reach 50% to 60%.

He Xinyin was used to the miserable incident along the way, and did not say too much: "Is there any post?"

Strictly speaking, He Xinyin is now just a big soldier responsible for clearing households.

It was his duty to visit the yellow book from house to house.

The man shook his head.

He Xinyin nodded, wrote the word "yinhu" on the roster, and then wrote the man's name "Song Zhirong" - Chimin also has a name and surname.

After registering, He Xinyin did not leave immediately, but instead started to talk: "Men of the Song family, how did you break your right hand?"

Faced with some privacy questions, the man hesitated for a moment.

Until he clenched his clothes, he stomped his feet suddenly: "I heard about such a reputation as such a young man. Since I asked me about it, I will give it all to you!"

He spitted several feet away into the yard: "It must be a little ten years ago. The man in Kong's house, who was strapped, led the yamen to divide the wheat. He couldn't tell the truth and forced the pile of wheat straw into the vegetable bed next door of Chen Kai's house."

"Chen Kai's mother tiptoed to reason, and asked the old dog to shave her ears."

"I really couldn't stand it, so I stepped forward to stop it, and I was scrambled. I was anxious and swung the shoulder pole and smashed him."

"The county magistrate arrested me and was in a jail. It was dark and I don't know who interrupted my hand."

"If it weren't for the forty-odd households in the village who gathered to say something, I would have scared the county, and I would have been in prison."

Since He Xinyin started to follow Shen Li and Qing’s house, the frost on his head has become even heavier.

The reason why these tenants were beaten to death and disabled is at least five points.

He Xinyin asked as he followed the words: "You gathered to make trouble, will the Kong family not deal with you?"

Song Zhirong slapped his chest with one hand: "That's a lot of dealing with it, it can't resist the many of us!"

He suddenly got up and got into the room.

When I came out again, I held a yellowed note in my hand.

"When the villagers come to the shops in the mansion, they say that they are always good people in the world, and I will show you something good."

He Xinyin was curious to take the note.

I saw a short line of words written on it.

Relatives and friends in Xiguan know that all the owners of the factory land in Xiao Yongxiang’s tea shop, and the ants and wax disasters in Qufu in Shangyi met on the morning of the 23rd.

He Xinyin was not surprised by the tenant's typo, but looked at Song Zhirong in surprise: "You are in a series of tax resistance?"

Song Zhirong nodded proudly: "In August last year, we resisted the rent of more than 200 taels of silver."

"The Confucius Mansion called out the minions and went to the gate officials to force the rent."

"We ignored them, so we wanted to warn us, and arrested Xuan Baoxin and questioned him."

"Yang Wanbian and the others came to call me immediately, brought sixty people up, stuck the front and back doors, tied up all the minions, and took them to the center of the store."

"The Tunguan was so scared that his face was pale as if he had been dead for seven days. He was trembling and begging for mercy, saying that he would not dare to come again to force the rent."

Song Zhirong was so excited that he stood up and reappeared in the yard.
To be continued...