Jingzhao Mansion Yamen, court hall.
Han Bairen was wearing a crimson official robe, with a jade belt hanging around his neck, with his arms open and yawning repeatedly.
Dad went to work early, partly because the four gates opened early, and many people who had been wronged entered the city as soon as the four gates opened and knelt down under the drums of grievances.
On the other hand, Han Bairen was at a loss in the Han Mansion, or rather in the capital.
The Han Mansion is too big and there are too few people. He always feels that this huge mansion is empty. He likes being in the army and the camp. He likes the shirtless men sweating like rain everywhere. He likes the smell of horse manure and the reflection of long swords from armor. The cold light, like the sound of cursing everywhere, are not found in Han Mansion.
Han Bairen's eyes were a little distracted, and he was quite disappointed because no one would complain today.
He knew that this was not because the people had no more grievances, but that they were becoming less and less courageous.
In fact, these third-rank officials are not just in charge of people's affairs. They have high ranks and great powers. They are the highest administrators of the capital's security and government affairs. From the rank point of view, below the minister and above the minister, they have jurisdiction over the twelve surrounding counties.
Theoretically speaking, as long as court officials are not involved, civil and business-related government affairs can be decided in one word. Especially in criminal cases, if the evidence is conclusive, it can be decided directly without going through the joint trial of the Ministry of Punishment, the Supervisory Platform, and the Dali Temple. The court will impose a punishment, even the death penalty.
In addition to various cases, Jingzhao Mansion also has many other responsibilities, but these are not what Han Bairen is good at. He only likes to judge cases, and other matters are left to senior officials and others.
The gong sounded outside the government office, and when the hour came, Han Bairen cursed his mother secretly, knowing that there would be nothing to do this morning, and was going to take Wang Shan for a walk around the city.
He has nothing to do and is not afraid. He can look for trouble and go fishing and law enforcement in the northern and southern cities. He is strong and never complains about the environment.
Han Bairen put the tea cup on the table and Wang Shan, who was checking the criminal documents, smiled bitterly and said, "Sir, do you want to go out for a stroll?"
"That's right, let's go to Bei City to pick up regular clothes. When we were in Fuzhong, Wang Hai said that Youer might also go to Bei City today..."
Having said this, Han Bairen paused and couldn't help but said: "These days, You'er seems to have changed his temper again. He is out of the house all day long. Does Zizheng know what You'er has been busy with recently?"
Zi is Wang Shan's "zi", and he is called this in the government offices.
Wang Shan hesitated for a moment, shook his head, and said "I don't know."
In fact, Wang Shan was in a dilemma. Last night, his brother Wang Hai told him that Han You took the young prince to Beishi.
As the old man who has been with Han Bairen for the longest time, Wang Shan knows that his master's temperament will sooner or later lead to trouble. The only person in the house who can persuade Han Bairen is Han You.
Han You made it very clear yesterday that arresting the son of the director of the Ministry of Industry would cause endless troubles. The Han government could not just sit back and wait for death. He would find a way to solve the matter, but he had to keep it secret from Han Bairen for the time being.
Wang Shan understood what Han You meant. If he told Han Bairen about this, Han Bairen would definitely have a "I don't care" look on his face. If he was unhappy, he would probably go to prison and beat Liu Shiro again.
In this case, Wang Shan can only pretend to know nothing and wait and see. It would be best if Han You resolves the matter. If it cannot be resolved, it is not too late to tell Han Bairen. Anyway, no matter how bad the situation is, it will not get worse. .
Mentioning the great eldest son, Han Bairen smiled realistically: "Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other. Although Ziyou was injured a few days ago, when he woke up, his mind became clearer and his temper became more cheerful. Good things, great things. It’s a good thing, it’s just…”
At this point, Han Bairen was worried again: "But the day before yesterday, You'er said that he wanted to study for the imperial examination. Hey, he is so good, why do he have to read such a shabby book?"
Wang Shan was extremely speechless.
Scholars, farmers, workers, and merchants, many young people in Beijing consider themselves scholars and are proud of themselves, but when they come to their own master, they turn into promiscuous people.
Since ancient times, only scholars looked down on the illiterate, and the same was true for the court. Civil servants looked down on generals, and Han Bairen was considered the number one. Those with low education looked down on those with high education, thinking that studying was "misleading".
After hesitating for a while, Wang Shan said: "Sir, I have something that I don't know whether to say or not."
"Then stop fucking talking about it."
"Okay, then I will tell you. You are talking about these obscene things. Just talk to me about it. Don't tell anyone else. If it spreads, the consequences will be disastrous. I'm afraid all the scholars in the world will criticize you." Ichiban.”
Han Bairen curled his lips. Of course he was not that stupid. He was just complaining.
Wang Shan saw that Han Bairen rarely "talked back", so he said something tentatively.
"The capital is no better than the army. My lord, not only must you not belittle this scholar, but you must also praise, praise, and love him..."
"You're not done yet." Han Bairen scolded, "I just said that scholars are dirty, what's the matter, your disobedience bit me."
Wang Shan smiled bitterly: "Sir, why do you look down on scholars so much?"
"I'm asking you why you want to study."
"Naturally, we should cultivate our moral integrity through understanding the principles and etiquette, knowing etiquette and morality, and practicing etiquette and conduct."
"You know how tall your mother is. Every year in the scientific examination, there are countless candidates from all walks of life. Ninety-nine percent of them are from aristocratic families. Do you think that this aristocratic family devotes himself to studying to be loyal to the emperor and serve the country, and to benefit the people? Is it for the sake of Ming Li’s self-cultivation that you mentioned?”
Wang Shan was stunned, and for a moment he didn't know how to refute.
Han Bairen had a look of disdain on his face: "Most of the scholars in the world come from aristocratic families. People from aristocratic families study in order to become officials. What is an official? Protecting the people, benefiting the people, and caring for the people. This is what an official is. I ask you again, if a person from an aristocratic family wants to be an official." Official, the relatives in the clan have bullied the people. Does the son of this noble family who is an official care about the people or the family?"
Wang Shan looked ashamed and saluted: "Your Excellency, you are right. If you study just for the sake of becoming an official, then it is a waste of time."
"That's right, my words are rough or not, that's the truth, haha."
Han Bairen was very proud: "Although I am an upright official and teach You'er by words and deeds, if You'er is promoted to an official one day, he will be exposed to dirty things all day long, and he will inevitably be led astray by these idiots. If that's the case, why do you still need to study, and why do you need to do such dirty things?"
Wang Shan stepped forward and poured a cup of tea for Han Bairen: "What your Excellency said is very true. It can be said to be a noble statement. I admire it."
"You can teach me."
Han Bairen was even more proud: "My son is gentle and gentle. He can't bear to step on a small ant on weekdays. He is most kind-hearted. In the past twenty years, he has never blushed with anyone. What is this? I taught you well, what is it, my son does not fight with others, he is my son..."
Before he finished speaking, a yamen servant hurried in, with a look of anxiety on his face.
"Sir, something happened, something big."
Han Bairen's expression was shocked: "Great, tell me what it is."
"Shao Yin hit someone, beat him up."
Han Bairen was stunned: "Which Shao Yin?"
"My lord's son, Young Master Han Youhan."
"What." Han Bairen was extremely suspicious: "Is it really You'er?"
"Exactly."
"Impossible." Han Bairen waved his hand: "Absolutely impossible. My son usually can't bear to step on even a small ant to death. Could it be that he was bullied so badly that he scolded him a few times? Absolutely not Being violent with others..."
Yamen servant: "Beat seven people."
Han Bairen pinched Yahuazi and said, "My son Wen Liangjianrang, are these seven people pushing and shoving..."
Yamen: "Broken the man's legs."
Han Bairen's voice was a little weak: "My son is the most kind-hearted. Did they accidentally break their legs after falling..."
Yamen servant: "Seven people, fourteen legs, not one too many, not too many, all broken off, lying there neatly."
Han Bairen gritted his teeth but still refused to give up: "But my son never fights with others..."
Yamen servant: "After beating the people, Shao Yin also plundered all the money and property from the seven victims."
Han Bairen: "..."
