Thousands of grass and mud horses roared past Kong Fang's eyes.
Since you confiscated people's money, you still happily tell me that someone gave me money for nothing?
Kong Fang also regretted that he trusted this nerd too much and didn't ask more questions.
If asked at that time, it was indeed someone who gave money, but Mr. Kong was so upright that he confiscated other people's gifts. He was also prepared in his heart, so that he would not make a fool of himself now.
He had calculated in his mind that although the county government was extremely poor, the tens of thousands of taels of silver sent by the squire would be used as rewards of 2,500 taels, and another 500 taels would be used to hold a celebration banquet and a military-civilian get-together. The rich are tied to the same boat.
He will not keep the remaining silver for himself. Part of it was put into the county government account for daily expenses; the other part was given to the county soldier brigade for military purposes.
He did everything clearly, but in the end it was all in vain.
He finally understood why Kong Yiji was full of knowledge, but he was still a poor scholar in his early thirties. If he was half as smart as Zhu Dachang, the skinny master, he wouldn't be like this.
"We refused the money on the spot. As for the breakfast, because the county soldiers were really hungry, I accepted it, but I paid the price."
Fang Shiqing's tone was cold, but he could not hide his intention to take credit.
What?
If Kong Yiji hadn't stepped on his feet in time, Kong Fang would have jumped up.
Yes, if you don’t want tens of thousands of taels of white money, why don’t you think your brain is growing like a tree?
Although Kong Fang didn't jump, Fang Shiqing still caught his displeasure. She habitually held the sword handle in her hand, with a frosty look on her pretty face, "Don't you have military regulations that prohibit county soldiers from taking a single shot from the masses?"
"cough……"
Kong Fang choked on his own saliva and rubbed his neck several times before smoothing it out. His chest was throbbing with pain. I'm saying that you can't use Lao Cha's surname as a needle-line, but is that a needle-line? It's just pure silver, is there any?
Do you understand flexibility?
Pity those white money, they finally escaped from the hands of profiteers, they wanted to do something good to benefit the country and the people, but they were finally rejected by a few wooden heads.
He is now one head and two big.
If you have money, you can travel all over the world, but if you don't have money, you can't move even a single step. If he had known that Qinghe County was so poor, he would rather be a salted fish in Fangjiazhuang than swim in this muddy water.
If you serve as an official and become a magistrate in three years, you can earn a hundred thousand snowflakes of silver; if you serve as a corrupt official for three years, you can earn mountains of gold and silver. As a county magistrate, he was so poor that he actually needed money and food from his parents' family.
He quietly glanced at Fang Shiqing, who was about to retire, and swallowed his words about giving up the job.
Humph, a living person can still be choked to death by urine!
He slammed the table.
Fang Shiyi's face turned red suddenly, her brother-in-law was so vulgar!
Fang Shiqing gritted his teeth secretly, is this what a dignified county magistrate can say?
Luo Wenpeng raised his brows. These words were interesting. Maybe the county magistrate had thought of a solution.
Kong Yiji nodded and shook his head. The master must have thought of a clever plan, but these words were ungentle.
Kong Fang was in no mood to pay attention to them, "Master, bring Skylark here." Kong Yiji slapped his forehead fiercely, how could he forget about Skylark, a fat pig?
He immediately took the yamen and took Yunque out of the cell. After staying in prison for a few days, Skylark completely lost his former glory. He looked haggard, his face was haggard, his hair was disheveled, and he smelled bad.
Kong Fang covered his nose and stared at Kong Yiji. Didn't he know how to rinse with water before coming? At least change into clean clothes?
If the smoke continues like this, can I still have a study room?
Kong Yiji looked embarrassed.
Prisoners have to bear the burden of crime. Since ancient times, it has not been the custom for various prefectures and county governments to rinse the bodies of prisoners. He did not dare to make an exception.
In his heart, he somewhat blamed the master for being pretentious.
"Master, the prisoner Yunque still insists on talking to you alone. He also threatened that if anyone else is present, he will not say anything." He truthfully reported the prisoner's request.
Kong Leng sneered when he heard this.
If Yunque really had the backbone, as a dignified teacher and a role model for thousands of students in Qinghe County, he would not have surrendered to the bandits and done something that would outrage both humans and gods.
He just wanted to wait for the price.
"Bring him to the lobby."
Without waiting for Skylark to speak, he took the lead and walked out of the study, followed by the others.
Skylark was immediately dumbfounded. As smart as he was, he would naturally realize that he had lost his last life-saving straw. His face instantly turned pale, his eyes were lifeless, and his whole body seemed to have lost the support of his skeleton, falling as soft as a ball of mud.
The rude government servant did not tolerate him and even dragged him to the lobby. On both sides of the lobby were already standing government officials holding water and fire sticks.
Seeing them, Hibari shivered all over, and his butt seemed to be burning.
Kong Fang shouted: "Shengtang!"
The government officials on both sides immediately chanted "Mighty", and beat the water and fire sticks rhythmically in their hands, "Du... Du... Du..." The hall suddenly became filled with murderous intent.
Skylark was so frightened that he trembled and said in a trembling voice, "I will say, I will say anything..."
Kong Fang sneered, everything was as expected.
But how could he let him go so easily? Aren't you Yunque very awesome, don't you look down on me, my here-to-home son-in-law? I will let you try the methods of a door-to-door son-in-law.
He pretended not to hear and instead slapped the gavel.
"Skylark, do you know your guilt?"
Yunque was about to answer "guilt", but Kong Fang didn't give him a chance to speak, and continued:
"Since you don't admit guilt, I will let you reflect on it."
Kong Yiji paused with the brush in his hand. Could it be that the master has some foresight? Did you know before the prisoner even opened his mouth that he was unaware of his guilt?
Yunque has realized that something is wrong, but he has already learned that he is rich and powerful, and the person in the court is no longer the son-in-law who can be manipulated by him.
People are knives and servants, and I am fish and meat.
"Come here, beat the prisoner Yunque thirty times."
"Well……"
Kong Yiji raised his head attentively, didn't he say that he wanted the prisoner to reflect on it?
Why was he sentenced to death?
As smart as he is, and as one of the parties involved in the star-making project, he understood after a little thought that the master was taking advantage of the trial to avenge his private revenge.
Cold sweat instantly wet his spine.
He hurriedly stood up and left his seat, and leaned in Kong Fang's ear to express his feelings and reason. A true man has thousands of ways to take revenge. He must not act recklessly. It is a taboo in the officialdom to openly avenge private enemies. All grudges can only be settled secretly and slowly. .
Otherwise, if someone takes a look at you and seizes the opportunity, there will be endless troubles.
"Sir, Skylark's crime is so serious that even if he can't beheaded, the least he can do is banish him from the army. He is now meat on our chopping board, why should we be in a hurry?"
"According to Daxing regulations, torture in court is only a means of investigating a case, not the purpose. If the prisoner has confessed, we are not allowed to torture him in court again."
"Did he plead guilty?" Kong Fang was unwilling.
"He didn't plead guilty?"
Kong Yiji looked around the entire lobby and whispered: "Master, we should let the prisoner speak."
