Zhan Hui patted his heart and said angrily when he heard this.
"Wu Yong is from the Criminal Department. When they interrogate prisoners, they are no better than the Jin Yiwei, so naturally they are not afraid."
"Same for you. How can killing animals be the same as killing people?"
"Ugh~"
Thinking of the bloody flesh on Zhang Chen's back, Zhan Hui couldn't help but turn his head and retched again.
Gu Chen shook his head helplessly, but still took out a hand to caress his back.
"Master Zhan, please stop vomiting. It's still early at this time. There are still two or three hours before dinner. If you vomit completely, you should be hungry in the afternoon."
I don’t know if this guy has hypoglycemia. It would be a bit embarrassing if he fainted while interrogating the prisoner.
"Your Excellency is an important weapon of the country, and his name will definitely go down in history in the future. If you are hungry, let alone me, your Majesty and His Royal Highness will feel distressed."
There were mint candies in his pocket, just enough for himself, but not enough to share with the others, and the candies couldn't fill his stomach.
Well, I miscalculated. During lunch, I should have put a steamed bun in my arms.
Zhan Hui was a little embarrassed: "I don't dare to be an important weapon of the country, and my name will go down in history. As long as I contribute a little to the country and the country, it would be a pity to die."
Gu Chen raised his eyebrows. You said this yourself. He didn't mean to use you, but you were willing to contribute yourself to the Ming Dynasty.
"Guangxi, you... well, that's all, can you go back and bring a sachet to my table, and I will diffuse the smell of blood in this prison."
How long has it been? Why is Gu Guangxi still thinking about whether he is hungry or not?
Is your heart so big?
Gu Chen raised his eyebrows and agreed readily. He remembered that he still had a few snacks in his drawer, and he just happened to have a few more bites when he went back.
By the way, take another nap.
Perfect!
Do you know which jobs were the fattest and earned the most money in ancient times?
Answer: Confiscating the house!
Not only will the ruler's pockets bulge, but the little shrimps below will also gain weight.
Many women, fearing that they would be sold to shady places such as brothels and jiafangsi, committed suicide in advance, and their necklaces, earrings and bracelets would be carried away with the bodies.
Well, what they wear is usually brocade, and the embroidery patterns are valuable, so their clothes will be stripped off and sold for money.
Regardless of whether the material is good, you can also sell it for money. If you meet the kind of man who can't get a wife, ennnnn, forget it.
The same goes for men. Regardless of whether they are dead or not, all their splendid clothes, jade pendants and hairpins will be stripped off or confiscated.
Or, someone will turn a blind eye and let the brothers who run errands make money.
For the next half month, Gu Chen followed Zhan Hui and Wu Yong every day. His legs became thinner and his double chin disappeared.
Finally, it was the home of several great ministers, who ransacked it, and then sent Lao Zhu's internal money. Lao Zhu was not stingy this time.
Anyone who participated in the house raid was given a good bonus.
Gu Chen slimmed down his legs, and Lao Zhu gave him several sets of valuable ornaments, as well as a picture of Wu Daozi's "The King of Heaven Sends Off His Son".
Of course, this is a copy, which is the one that was later exhibited by Xiaozhi. Unexpectedly, it was actually in Guo Huan's hands.
I heard that it was given to him by a wealthy businessman in western Zhejiang.
Lao Zhu was generous this time and gave himself such a treasure.
It's a pity that we can't bring modernity back, otherwise we wouldn't have to buy a few villas?
"The white dragon horse, with its hooves facing west, carried Tang Sanzang and his three disciples on their way to the west to learn Buddhist scriptures. They traveled tens of thousands of miles in one go..."
Gu Chen hummed a cheerful song and returned to his daughter-in-law's courtyard. The daughter-in-law was reading her daughter's handwriting. When she saw him coming back, she quickly smiled and waved him over.
"My lord, look at it, my handwriting is getting better and better, isn't it?"
"It's just that I asked her to write Xue Tao's notes, but she only loves Wang Youjun's wild grass."
"For girls, wouldn't it be nice to write "juanxiu and cute"?
Although she said this, Su Wanying's face was full of pride.
"Stop pretending, if you had a tail, it would fly up to the sky."
Gu Chen smiled and broke through her hypocritical mask, then took his daughter's letter.
"My calligraphy is good. After a few years of practice, my calligraphy will be as good as yours, madam."
The girl was raised by her daughter-in-law, so naturally she looks like her daughter-in-law in everything.
Including this character, what Su Wanying likes is also Wang Youjun's cursive script.
"It's still early for you to come back today. Is Guo Huan's matter over?"
In the past, it would always be past midnight before my husband would quietly come back.
At this moment, it’s only half an hour.
"It's not that simple." Gu Chen picked up the tea that his wife had drunk and said in one gulp: "We haven't even recovered half of the stolen goods yet."
"Now that the imperial court is full of shortages, your Majesty will definitely treat one person as four people. Your husband and I will be even busier."
Today, Lao Zhu and Biao'er told themselves that starting from tomorrow, they would not have to follow Wu Yong and others to follow the list.
Let him go to the Ministry of Personnel and arrange for new people to fill the gaps in various aspects.
So Gu Chenguang felt a headache just thinking about the workload ahead.
There are only 472 new Jinshi this year. Do you know how many officials Lao Zhu captured in history?
More than ten thousand!
The wealthy merchants and landlords involved more than 20,000 people, making a total of more than 30,000 people.
And even if there are only two thousand officials among them, it is not enough to fill the gap this time.
What's more, the number of officials who were arrested and imprisoned was not just 2,000, but at least 4,000.
In this way, some ministers in the court advised the emperor to raise his hand and not to kill them all, lest there would be no one available in the end.
But Lao Zhu didn’t listen.
nonsense!
Their original intention was to purge the landlords. Without killing a wave of officials, how could there be an excuse to attack those landlords?
Historically, after the Guo Huan case, the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel was vacant for four years and the Minister of Rites was vacant for two years. The gap between ministers and ministers was even greater.
The officials were all as busy as spinning tops. One person did the work of three or four people for one salary, and it was easy to make up for the vacancies. The Lan Jade case came out again.
Harm~
"What happened to Guo Huan in the imperial prison?" Su Wanying tilted her head and chatted, "I heard that his little daughters were all sent to the Jiaofang Division."
There were two types of Jiaofangsi in the Ming Dynasty. One was those who played music during celebrations or to welcome distinguished guests. This type was still somewhat respectful.
The other type is official brothels, which are under the jurisdiction of the Jiaofang Bureau.
This is the worst kind. Once you enter, you may not be able to get over it for generations.
Of course, it would be better for Zhao Pan'er to be lucky enough to meet his father's former colleagues and friends.
But Guo Huan's friends and fellow disciples were almost all dealt with.
There is a high probability that Zhao Paner will not be as lucky.
"But I'm talking nonsense." Su Wanying asked herself and laughed, "Will I be able to live a good life after being imprisoned?"
I heard that no one dared to go to Beizhen Fusi Yamen these days. I heard that the screams inside never stopped at twelve hours every day.
There are also officials who cry every day when they go to court, not as if they are going to be officials, but as if they are going to die.
Although she stayed at home every day, she seemed to hear their cries.
In fact, it is understandable. You were fine when you went to court, but you may not be able to come back when you go to court. You still can't resign. How can you not tremble?
"No, no." Gu Chen waved his hand and told his wife: "Different people enter the imperial prison, and their treatment is also different."
"Those like Guo Huan who are caught committing crimes will definitely not have a good life."
"But it would be much better if they were like my teacher, who was imprisoned because he said wrong things and made His Majesty angry."
"My teacher said that he was kept in a separate courtyard. Not only did he have tea and food, but he also had books to read."
