MTL - Daily Life of Jiang Liuniang-Chapter 1071 blood book

   Chapter 1071 Blood Book

   If this is the case, my father will definitely be the target of public criticism. There are countless officials who eat imperial grain in Da Zhou, why should she only single her father!

  Jiang Liu gently lifted the car curtain a crack and looked at his father. Seeing that he was quietly looking at the slave laborers kneeling on the ground, Jiang Liu's eyes also turned to the gaunt slave laborers, he slowly lowered the curtain of the car, closed his peach blossom eyes and sighed silently.

   With his father's temper, he should not be able to refuse.

Jiang Erye struggled for a while before he said, "This officer was ordered to leave Beijing this time to rectify the administration of Suzhou officials. Although you have been assigned to serve here, your case does not belong to the Suzhou official, and of course it does not belong to this official. However, If you really feel wronged, you will write down your grievances and hand them over to me after you go back. As for how the court will decide, it is not up to me to decide. I will finally warn you all: Anyone who speaks empty-handedly will say anything. It is impossible to reverse the case without evidence.”

  Daddy first called himself "this official", and he was talking about official affairs; then he used "I" to call himself, indicating that he did not take over their case as an imperial envoy. The corners of Jiang Liu's lips were slightly raised, and this was indeed his father's style.

   "Thank you, Lord Jiang, thank you Lord Jiang." The conscripts kneeling on the ground were surprised and kowtowed in thanks.

  Tang Wenyao shivered with his rough and cracked palms, took out a stack of paper from his sleeves, and raised his hands above his head, "The criminals have written down the case and the facts of Jingzhou, please take a look at it."

   In spring, the wind of Wen Su is still not small. The unbound paper in Tang Wenyao's hand was rustled by the wind. Although the dark red handwriting on the paper was neat, it was shocking to Jiang Erye. Is this... a blood book?

   So many cards, how much blood do you have to use? Looking at Tang Wenyao's white and messy temples, Jiang Erye could not say, "You..."

Tang Wenyao hurriedly explained, "Your Excellency. You are not allowed to use pen and ink in the labor camp. After learning that the Lord came to Wensu for inspection, Caomin used the only silver taels to change the paper, because he couldn't get enough money to change the pen and ink. , I can only come up with this last resort, and contaminate your eyes, Lord."

  Unprepared Wang Xinshu and others were annoyed and continued, "I will write a blood book when I go back, and I will present it to the adults tonight."

   "Dare to ask your lord, the sinners don't know the characters, can you ask someone to write for the sinners?"

It doesn't have to be like this... Jiang Erye sighed silently, jumped off the horse, and took the love letter written by Tang Wenyao with both hands, "I ordered someone to prepare paper and ink, everyone try to write as simple and clear as possible, if you are illiterate, you can ask the guards Ghostwriting, and then the narrator draws the notes.”

   "Thank you sir, thank you sir." Everyone said thanks again.

   After instructing the guards to take them back to the city, when Erye Jiang turned to leave, Wang Tuyuan, who was standing in the crowd, finally gathered up his courage and said, "Jiang...sir...nephew...the sinners also have something to say."

   Jiang Erye, who was holding the blood book, turned around, his eyes fell on Wang Tuyuan, who was not much shorter than himself, and calmly said, "Tell me."

  Wang Tuyuan stared at the old shoes on his feet and the gravel on the ground, and said in a clear voice, "There are officials in the Wensu Xiang Army who abused their power and abused prisoners who were serving labor. Can it be yours?"

   Jiang Erye heaved a sigh of relief and nodded, "Go home."

  Wang Tuyuan then knelt down, bent his spine and said, "Please make the decision for the sinners and others."

   The few people who were still standing also immediately knelt down with Wang Tuyuan, "Please make the decision for the sinners and others."

   Jiang Erye glanced at Wang Fangyu, who was still standing "proudly and unyieldingly" in the crowd. "This official will send someone to check. If an official abuses his power, he will definitely be severely punished."

   "Thank you sir." With the words of my uncle, he and his father's fate were saved. Wang Tuyuan's voice couldn't help trembling, and tears flickered in his eyes.

  After Wu Jiangfan and the slaves were taken away, Jiang Liu came to his father and his eyes fell on the blood book in his hand.

   Jiang Erye was afraid of scaring his daughter, so he handed the blood book to the monkey and said, "You two go back to the city with your father?"

  Jiang Liu shook his head, "The daughter on the hillside nearby has not been carefully checked."

  After the grain storage in Wanggangling was discovered, Erye Jiang asked Jiang Liu to draw down the arrangement of the small trees planted on the grain cellar in Wanggangling, and sent people to rummage through Suzhou, but the whereabouts of the grains were not found. But the niece wanted to find it again in person, but Jiang Er Ye didn't stop her, but only warned, "Alright, before the sun goes down, you must rush back to the city."

   "Second uncle rest assured, nephew will protect sixth sister." Jiang Erlang assured.

  This is the south of Suzhou City. It is impossible for the Khitans to pass through the layers of defenses set up by Zuo Wuwei and run over to look for trouble. Even if they encounter a thief, the hundreds of guards who protect them can easily solve it. Jiang Erye has nothing to worry about, and returns to the city to continue to inspect the repair of Wensu's city wall.

  Jiang Liu and his second brother wandered outside the city for a long time again, picking up dozens of beautiful stones, but still no trace of hidden grain was found. The method of finding and storing grain based on the chimney is no longer available, because now every household in Suzhou has grain. But Jiang Liu is not discouraged, she still has more than half of Suzhou not checked.

   After returning to the city to have dinner with his father, Jiang Liu returned to the wing and spread out the map of Suzhou, marked with a pen where he had walked today, and then set his eyes on the word "Biancheng" next to him.

  According to the plan, she will rush to the border town with her father in half a month, and she will be able to see her brother soon. Jiang Liu asked, "Nanny, when is Qingming this year?"

   Nanny Zhao, who was sitting next to her and accompany the girl to do needlework, replied, "The tenth day of March."

  It is the end of the first month, and we will start in mid-February, and we will definitely be able to reach the border town on the tenth day of March. At that time, she will be able to go to the Ren family's ancestral grave with her brother to worship her grandfather and parents. Thinking of the loyalty of the Ren family, Jiang Liu couldn't help but feel heavy again.

   Nanny Zhao looked at the girl in a daze, and reminded, "Do you want the slaves to prepare incense candles and paper money in advance?"

   "My brother said we'll buy it when we get to the border town." Jiang Liu regained his senses, and his eyes fell back to the border town. She had an inexplicable intuition that the rest of the stored food was hidden in the border town.

   In the main room, Erye Jiang, with a serious face, was using a pen to tell Wan Sui the big things that happened in the past three days. What happened outside Wensu City today is naturally also covered.

"...I hesitated again and again, but still accepted their love letter. When I saw them, I thought of Li Yangguang and his son, who were fighting to kill the enemy in the Zuowuwei. Zuowuwei's military adviser Qiu Jing said that Li Yangguang was brave and good at fighting, but his son Li Qing Fifteen years old, but he has already made a name for himself in the Zuo Wuwei. Given time, he must be a tiger general. If Wei Chen had not rescued Li Yangguang on the execution ground, Da Zhou would have lost two generals. The minister thought, these six criminal officials who have been wronged. And among the eight criminals, there may also be talents."

Writing here, Jiang Erye paused for a while before continuing to write, "Even if there are no talents among them, they are still my people in the Zhou Dynasty. I know that among these people, there must be those who deserve their sins, but there is one in every ten thousand miles, if there is a state. The county officials deceived the superiors and concealed the inferiors or neglected the investigation, causing innocent officials and common people to suffer and be wronged? Therefore, the minister dared to submit the petitions of these fourteen people together, please take a look."

After writing the letter, Jiang Erye sealed it in the envelope together with the letter of love, handed it to Qing Yan, stared at the envelope, and couldn't help but exhort, "It's not a matter of urgency, don't let the brothers who deliver the letter work hard. Hurry up."

   (end of this chapter)