A drum sounded in the Yamen hall.
The atmosphere in the entire government hall suddenly changed.
Everyone's eyes fell on the prefect Song Zhili.
Master Zhong's eyelids twitched for no reason.
"Someone is beating a drum to complain!"
Song Zhili's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly turned to look at Yan Shuangwu, the commander of the Dragon Guard.
Uh-huh!
The moment Yan Shuangwu heard the sound of the drum, he stood up suddenly and said in a deep voice: "Sir Song, the drum has sounded, why are you still standing there?"
"Yes Yes!"
How dare Song Zhili be negligent, he quickly stepped off the desk and walked quickly towards the outside of the Yamen.
Sun Tongzhi complained endlessly in his heart and quickly followed him.
I just beheaded the head of a prominent family, what kind of unjust case could this be?
The commander of Longweidu was about to leave when he seemed to remember something. He turned to look at Lin Yi and said, "Scholar Lin, your majesty praised you very much for your request for the life of Zhang Xiaoyan, the daughter of the people in Lindong County. Now the magistrate is proud of you." Ring again, why not take a look together?"
"good!"
Lin Yi looked solemn and said: "The student is just a white boy, but to be praised by His Majesty, I am lucky for the rest of my life!"
"My lord please!"
Lin Yi signaled Yan Shuangwu to go ahead. The latter nodded slightly and walked out first.
Lin Yi glanced at Li Wenbo and followed him.
He Weijun and Master Zhong did not go out. They were members of the academy and according to the rules, they were not qualified to interfere in the affairs of the yamen.
Unless the matter involves a bachelor of the academy, he will take action.
…
Outside the magistrate's office.
Under night.
An old woman held drumsticks in both hands, gritted her teeth, and hit the drum with all her strength.
Her thin face was covered with dried tears.
Her thin body was no longer enough to support such a high-intensity blow.
But the unwillingness and obsession in her heart, the desire to avenge her dead son, supported her... and beat the drum again and again.
Behind the old woman.
The girl's left hand tightly grasped the old woman's patched clothes, and her right hand wiped her tears from time to time.
"grandmother!"
"Let Niuniu knock!"
"Is it because if you knock this, someone will come to save Dad?"
The girl didn't know the meaning of the old woman's drumming, but she felt that the drum should be played for her father.
"Sir, the common woman is wronged!"
the old woman shouted.
The sound of drums echoed into the night.
not far away.
Dozens of middle-aged men walked over quickly, their expressions full of worry and urgency.
They walked to the Yamen and quickly tried to dissuade them...
"Auntie, if you can't think about it, why don't you come to the Yamen to make a sound? Is it useful?"
"The yamen will not care about the life and death of us ordinary people. That is Junji Academy...a big shot that we cannot afford to offend in this life!"
"Auntie, we still have some money at home. We will collect enough later to bury our brother in peace!"
"Auntie, although we have a few people at home and life is tight, but if auntie and the baby move here from now on, if we work harder, we will be able to support them!"
"We will all help you, aunt, the people do not fight with scholars or officials... This is what our ancestors taught us!"
These men were all civilian craftsmen from Junji Academy.
Just now, some scholars from Junji Academy came down and asked about their wages.
How dare they say they didn't get paid? These scholars might be here to test their excuses.
Later, I went to that brother's house and found out... that he had passed away.
And when he saw that his aunt and the girl had gone directly to the magistrate's office, he quickly called his coworkers to come and dissuade them.
"Let me go!"
"Our son is dead, what else do we want to live in this world? You worked hard for the academy, but in the end you can't get paid. We are just angry, but we risked our lives!"
"Before we die, we have to come and beat this drum to see if Mr. Qingtian can help us people and go to the academy to redress our grievances!"
The old woman burst into tears.
He looked at this group of men who were about the same age as his son and said, "My children, I will keep your words in my heart..."
"If we go back there and see our son, we will tell him that it's worth it for him to have brothers like you!"
The little girl also started crying and kept shouting: "Grandma..."
Boom!
Boom~
Wow!
At this moment, a group of officers rushed out of the prefect's Yamen and quickly surrounded the place.
Dozens of men were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they were trembling.
But the old woman had a stubborn look on her face, straightened her spine, and looked squarely at these government servants.
Magistrate Song Zhili, Sun Tongzhi and others also walked out of the Yamen one after another.
Lin Yi and Li Wenbo followed the commander of Longweidu and stood outside the magistrate's office, looking at the old woman and little girl in the wall of people.
at the same time……
I also saw a group of strange but somewhat familiar faces.
Lin Yi understood immediately.
This old woman who beats the drum to complain about injustice must be related to those folk craftsmen.
Looking at the old woman's clothes and the dried tears on her face... including the girl's little face that was stained with tears...
This moment.
Lin Yi felt his heart twitching hard.
Their lives are already so poor, why do some people still deduct wages from others to support their families?
Why?
Just because they have the resources?
Just because they are academy students?
Just based on one sentence of literature, all of them are ants?
"Sir, they are the craftsmen from the academy..." Li Wenbo whispered.
"kindness!"
Lin Yi clenched his fists and nodded seriously.
'I want to be an official, I want to be an official who can decide the life and death of scholars...' Lin Yi has never had such a strong obsession in his heart.
Literary culture flourishes, but the people suffer.
Literary culture is declining and the people are suffering.
Lin Yi now has no yearning for the power of literature in his heart. He just wants to... do his best to fulfill his ambition.
Literary power is a boost.
But it is definitely not his pursuit of reading.
justice.
fair.
That's all!
"Ringing the drum in the middle of the night, do you have any serious grievances that you want to report? If it is an ordinary trivial matter and exceeds the rules, I will never give you mercy!"
Song Zhili's eyes fell on the old woman, who had an official power about her.
The little girl was so frightened that she hid behind the old woman and trembled.
The dozens of civilian craftsmen who tried to dissuade the old woman were also regarded by the guards as being with the old woman.
Surround them.
At this moment, everyone's face turned pale with fright, and they kept saying... Sir, you are wronged!
The old woman was frightened. Ordinary people had never seen such a high official as the prefect.
But no matter how terrible it is, it can't compare to the pain of losing a child.
Thump!
The old woman knelt down directly and banged her head on the ground. With red eyes, she said word by word: "The woman wants to sue Junji Academy for deducting wages from the craftsmen and beating the son of the woman to death..."
"Please seek justice for the women!"
boom!
The old woman grabbed the ground with her head, her forehead sticking to the ground. When she raised her head to look at Song Zhili, blood flowed down her forehead...
"Grandma, you are bleeding, Niuniu is afraid, Niuniu please blow it..."
The girl cried out in fright, stood on tiptoes, blew gently, and used her sleeves to gently wipe the wounds of the old woman kneeling on the ground.
"Don't be afraid, Niuniu, grandma is here!"
The old woman held the little girl's hand tightly, her eyes blurred with tears...
The baby is the poor one!
Lost his mother at an early age.
Now my father is dead.
It’s true that the hemp rope only picks out the thinnest points to break, and the bad luck only seeks out the miserable people!
