When Lin Yi was confronting Mr. Zhong in the Yatang.
Outside the capital of Nanxiang Prefecture.
In a dilapidated house, there were bursts of crying, extremely sad, making those who heard it sad and those who heard it shed tears.
in the room.
Lying on the bed was a middle-aged man with his eyes closed. His chest no longer rose and fell, and he had completely lost his life.
If Lin Yi and Li Wenbo were here, they would definitely recognize this person's identity.
It was the craftsman who was carried down the mountain by many craftsmen in Junji Academy.
But after all, this person is still a human being, and he has suffered from Master Zhong's vicious hands. It is a miracle that he can persist until now.
"father!"
"Dad, wake up..."
"Dad, you promised Niuniu that you would take her to buy candied haws and watch a paper puppet show tomorrow..."
"Son!"
"How could you leave me and Niuniu behind? You cruel guy, why did you let the white-haired person send the black-haired person?"
"Son!"
An old woman with white hair was stroking her chest, grieving endlessly, as if her heart had been ripped out.
"Grandma, don't cry. Daddy is tired from working these days. He fell asleep. Can we not wake him up?"
"When daddy wakes up, he can take Niuniu to buy candied haws!"
A girl wiped away the tears from her eyes and gently tugged at the old woman's patched clothes.
"Niuniu..."
Woohoo!
The old woman looked at the innocent look of the girl, held her in her arms, and cried bitterly: "From now on... from now on, you and grandma will depend on each other!"
The little girl looked dullly at her father on the bed.
Looks dull.
She seemed to understand a little, and tears fell silently down her cheeks.
"Grandma, Niuniu misses her mother!"
The girl raised her head, looked at the ashen-faced old woman, and cried, "Did dad go to find his mother?"
"Niuniu also wants to be with her parents..."
The old woman's skinny body was trembling as she held the girl tightly in her arms.
In the deep-set eyes, a pair of eyes red from crying appeared with a touch of determination. He nodded and said: "Okay, okay, after grandma has finished something, let's go find your parents together..."
The old woman stood up, crying and tidying up the bedding for her deceased son, and murmured:
"My son's life is miserable!"
"Mom, I'm sorry for you. I failed to give you a good background and made you suffer so much..."
"Don't come to our house again in your next life..."
The old woman held the girl's cold little hand, wiped away her tears, and said, "Niuniu, wait at home for grandma to come back..."
"Where are you going, grandma? Niuniu has no parents anymore. Don't be without grandma anymore. Niuniu wants to go with grandma!"
Woohoo!
The girl grabbed the old woman's clothes and held on tightly, refusing to let go. Her eyes were swollen from crying.
The old woman was heartbroken and said with determination, "Okay, grandma will take you to the prefect's Yamen to play drums together!"
"Your father doesn't allow grandma to knock, but now we have nothing, so what if we knock?"
"Niuniu, don't blame grandma..."
…
Nanxiang Mansion.
In the lobby of the magistrate's office, Mr. Zhong faced Lin Yi's question with a cold look in his eyes.
"Are we going to have a confrontation?"
Lin Yi nodded, looked at Dean He Weijun, and said with cupped hands: "Dean He, when will the academy bachelors be able to find those civilian craftsmen?"
"???"
Master Zhong was shocked.
The dean sent a bachelor to find those civilian craftsmen?
But soon.
He calmed down, he was confident, even if the academy bachelor went to find those untouchables.
There is definitely no one who dares to stand up.
after all.
These bitches are very afraid of death. Otherwise, they would have made a big fuss in the academy.
How dare they come to the prefect's Yamen?
"Soon!"
He Weijun calculated the time for a while, and at the same time he looked at Master Zhong and said, "Master Zhong, tell me, did you misappropriate the wages of those craftsmen privately?"
Master Zhong said emotionally: "Dean, in your eyes, who am I?"
"For a mere tens of thousands of taels of silver, how could I do something that damages the reputation of the academy?"
He Weijun frowned slightly and said in a deep voice: "No need to say more now, you will know when the time comes!"
Although he didn't quite believe what Master Zhong said, what Master Zhong said was not wrong.
That is tens of thousands of taels of silver, and Mr. Zhong really has no reason to embezzle it.
Unless he needs the money very much.
When the magistrate Song Zhili saw this scene in the government hall, his heart was tangled and his expression was quite complicated.
He was thinking... whether to take out the evidence of Mr. Zhong's crime that Zhu Zhixiang confessed.
This was used to punish Master Zhong.
But he knew very well that once he did this, it would not only be offended by the scholars in the academy.
He even offended Master Zhong's father, a court minister who held an important position in the Ministry of Industry.
'Master Yan didn't interfere, so why am I worried about this? As long as he doesn't point his gun at me...'
Song Zhili holds evidence of Master Zhong’s crime, but there is no need for him to show it now.
If Master Zhong still has the same attitude as before, force him to hand over Zhu Zhixiang.
Then he would definitely have a good fight with Master Zhong.
"grown ups!"
At this moment, a servant quickly entered the Yamen hall and said to Song Zhili: "There are a few scholars outside the Yamen who want to see their dean!"
Song Zhili raised his eyebrows and said, "Bring him in!"
Mr. Zhong’s eyelids twitched.
He Weijun's expression remained calm, but there was an invisible pressure on him.
'I hope some craftsmen will dare to come forward and accuse, otherwise... there is nothing I can do! '
Lin Yi prayed secretly in his heart.
He wanted to seek justice for those poor people, but if they didn't dare to stand up.
What can I do?
soon.
The officer came in with several bachelors from Junji Academy.
"The students have met the dean!"
"I've met the prefect!"
"I've met Mr. Zhong!"
Several bachelors bowed to several distinguished people, then looked at He Weijun and said: "Dean... the students went to find the craftsmen, but they all said they had received their wages and thanked the academy for giving them. They work..."
"What!"
Lin Yi trembled suddenly, looked at the bachelors, and asked: "Have they ever come to the prefect's Yamen now? I want to say a few words to them personally..."
Li Wenbo was also shocked.
The dozens of civilian craftsmen they met at the gate of Junji Academy were obviously filled with endless grievances and resentments.
Hatred of academies and scholars.
How could Master Zhong settle the wages with them? These civilian craftsmen must be afraid.
Afraid of the revenge of Junji Academy, afraid of this behemoth!
"Lin Yi, that's enough. Do you still want to slander me?"
Master Zhong interrupted Lin Yi's words directly, stared at Lin Yi with an expression of sorrow and indignation, turned around suddenly, saluted He Weijun and said: "Dean, I don't want to say any more unnecessary words..."
"I, Mr. Zhong, have worked hard at Junji Academy for so many years without any merit!"
"Today, I was slandered by a bachelor of the academy who was not enrolled in the Holy Academy, and dean, you actually listened to the slander from outsiders. My heart is filled with grief and anger, but after all, I am only the master... not the dean. No matter how great the injustice is, I can only break it into pieces and swallow it in my stomach!”
Master Zhong turned away and wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeves, looking particularly aggrieved.
"I..."
He Weijun hesitated to speak, and for a moment he was in a dilemma.
Boom!
Boom!
At this moment, a dull drumbeat suddenly sounded outside the Yamen, and the sound was not loud...
But it sounded like thunder in the ears of everyone in the government hall.
Lin Yi was shocked.
