Chapter 27 Bao Zheng on the open side of the net

Tie Xinyuan ignored the official, but he was extremely angry at his current situation.

Bao Zheng squatted down, untied the rope on Tie Xinyuan's body with his own hands, and said, "Do you want to go to the Khitan people?" ”

Tie Xinyuan shook his numb hands and feet and said angrily: "I know that you actually have a direction, but you just don't want to check."

Since you don't want to investigate, what are you doing here to keep me, an innocent person? ”

Bao Zheng stood up and said with a smile behind his back: "There is no trivial matter between the Great Song Dynasty and the Khitan at all.

Since the conclusion of the alliance, the two countries have not heard the sound of the golden drum for 45 years.

There is no war in northern Xinjiang, and my Great Song Dynasty can fully manage Western Xinjiang, and Yuan Hao has fought viciously for many years, with little effect, and has lost many times to humiliate the country, not to mention for the time being, and now, there is a war in southern Xinjiang.

Under such an environment, maintaining peace in northern Xinjiang has become the top priority.

Hehe, now there are many people, that is, you are a group of students who are above the hustle and bustle of the Great Song Dynasty to say that the forty years of accumulation in the Great Song Dynasty have made the country rich and the people strong, and they should be able to fight.

Do any of you know how many disasters my Great Song has suffered in the past 45 years?

Droughts, floods, locust plagues, and military disasters occur almost every year, and the old man, the prefect of Kaifeng Prefecture, has been in office for four years, but he has been running around for three years to provide disaster relief.

Boy, I have long heard that you are the best in arithmetic in Taixue, and you are calculating an account for the old man.

150,000 disaster victims are transformed into an army, how much food does the court need to pay? ”

Tie Xinyuan said with a smile: "The disaster victims have been transformed into the Xiang Army, which is the ancestral system of the Great Song Dynasty.

It was by relying on this that the Great Song Dynasty was able to maintain our rule with very few local armed forces and ensure that there would be no large-scale and sweeping riots in the world.

It's actually worth it.

It is 10,000 times better to use money and food against your own people than to use swords and guns against your own people. ”

Bao Zheng smiled: "How to solve the redundant soldiers? The military spending of the Great Song Dynasty now accounts for 60% of the national budget. ”

Tie Xinyuan laughed and said: "This is what you did not do well enough, you just simply and rudely transformed the disaster victims into an army, and ignored the money and food allocated every year to starve to death."

Millions of people were trapped in barracks. If the court doesn't make offerings, who will provide them?

If they are organized into an army, they are given a way to live, a way to live, and then let them support themselves, and finally re-transform into a civil registration that can collect taxes, then this is the right way. ”

Bao Zheng laughed, patted Tie Xinyuan's shoulder and said, "Let's watch!" Since you want to draw the ground as a prison, then the old man will not let the sages focus on the beauty. Draw a prison for you, and unless you can prove your innocence, you will not be able to be liberated in this life. ”

Tie Xinyuan just wanted to slap himself hard, just now he felt that he was in a good state of mind, so he said something to draw the ground as a prison, but he forgot that the Great Song Dynasty was the era that paid the most attention to Cigna, not the era of casual nonsense before him.

Unintentionally, he put himself in a mental prison.

Bao Zheng saw Tie Xinyuan's face change. pointed to the bun and said: "Since it is a prison, it is really a waste to detain only one prisoner, and you still have to lock him up in this prison."

The old man knew his situation very well, when his mother was alive. This son worked diligently, served his mother, and never had any ill with anyone.

Since you are also familiar with the old people, I will hand it over to you together. If he commits another crime in the future, you will be guilty of the same crime. ”

Tie Xinyuan said, "Isn't this a bit of a joke?" The students said that painting the ground as a prison is just a saying, and the ancient sages naturally have no problem doing it.

Now the "Song Criminal Code" has been established. Shouldn't we act according to the law? ”

"This is the world, when the old man is strict, he says that the old man is a cool official, and when the old man is lenient, he says that the old man is childish, what, do you think you are guilty?"

Listening to Bao Zheng's sarcastic language, Tie Xinyuan's head shook like a rattle.

"Being a student is never a sin......"

"You said it yourself, hum, people who are not guilty will put themselves in prison?

All the damned people in the Diagonal Street of the Temple are dead, and the living people don't know anything, and the old man really has no way to determine that you are guilty, but ah, every day, even if you are very clever, you can escape the justice of the world.

But you will not escape the punishment of the justice of this world. ”

Tie Xinyuan said with a bitter face: "The matter of the Diagonal Street of the Temple really has nothing to do with me. ”

Bao Zheng glanced at Tie Xinyuan and said, "It doesn't matter, heaven and earth, and you all know." ”

Bao Zheng sighed and flicked the sleeves of his robe, and left the empty prison with his subordinates, for some reason, Tie Xinyuan felt a little weak at this moment, who was as hard as iron.

I don't know who tied the rope on the bun, but it took Tie Xinyuan a long time to untie it.

When he stepped out of Kaifeng Mansion with a bun in an incomprehensible form, Tie Xinyuan couldn't help but glance back at this majestic mansion.

If Bao Zheng didn't arrest himself, naturally nothing would happen, once he was arrested, and now he was released inexplicably, then how could his political enemies hidden in the dark let him go?

Draw the ground as a dungeon? This is a big joke, King Wen of Zhou is a king, and he can naturally implement it, in line with the principle of grace, Bao Zheng? Where do you get the qualifications?

He can't get rid of the charge of a vassal king's power.

With Baozi, a bastard who always shouts hunger, where can Tie Xinyuan go? The only way to do this is to go to his mother's shop and let him eat enough. Wang Rouhua hadn't seen her son for two days, and she was anxious, when she suddenly saw her son and Baozi walking into the store.

First, there was a barrage of interrogations, and then he noticed that the two men were covered in dirt.

What kind of person does her son look like, Wang Rouhua certainly knows how a person who can't even stand the smell of sweat on his clothes can put a piece of mud on his body.

The boy has always been neatly dressed, and now he looks no different from a savage.

"What the hell are you doing? Got into a fight with someone? Or are you being bullied? ”

The bun that had been sealed by Tie Xinyuan naturally didn't say anything, just cared about filling his mouth with soup cakes, Tie Xinyuan sighed and said: "These days of oil extraction, the child feels that it is not easy to be a farmer for the first time. ”

Wang Rouhua heard her son say this, so she put her mind at ease, and added a spoonful of broth to her son's bowl in distress and said: "This is true, in the past, when your father was busy with farming, he also took care of rest, and he needed to help the villagers repair farm tools all day long. ”

Tie Xinyuan finished eating a large bowl of soup cakes in one breath and smiled at his mother: "I have to go after eating, the army is outside the city, and it is estimated that more vegetable oil will be needed." ”

Wang Rouhua looked at her son who had grown up slowly and smiled: "Then go, there is no reason to do only half of the thing, since you said in Taixue that you want to be pro-farmer, then do it seriously, don't give up halfway, be honest." ”

Seeing that his mother didn't suspect it, Tie Xinyuan let out a long breath, finished his meal in a hurry, and had to go to the basket alley to meet Brother Qiao.

After taking a change of clothes, Tie Xinyuan only took two steps, then stopped, took the bun in a circle and went to Washizi, no matter whether there was anyone behind him or not, it was better for him to be careful.

Washizi is a bustling but accessible place, since he was a child, the iron heart source who has been soaked here since he was a child is naturally very familiar with this place, from Cheng Qingyi's flying mound yard in, and then from Wang Qingbang's fire-swallowing stall drilled out, along the way I don't know how many turns and how many yards passed.

Even if there is a person who is watching, he has already been thrown off at this time, and not everyone can cross the field of other people's business at will.

Brother Qiao was lying naked on a reed mat soaked in cold water, and the water beads and tears kept pouring buckets of cold well water on Brother Qiao's red body.

Brother Qiao, who didn't dare to move, gritted his teeth and held on, the badger oil used to treat burns had been applied twice, and his whole body was still in hot pain.

I didn't expect the fire to be so violent, it could be swept into the hole, if it wasn't for myself running fast enough, I'm afraid it would have become a roast pig at this time.

When Tie Xinyuan came in with the bun, Brother Qiao couldn't help but sigh, looked at Tie Xinyuan and said: "The one who kills is the Japanese people, I saw that the knife technique practiced by the Japanese mother-in-law is one knife and five kills, and the position of the knife on the wooden man is the person's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys." ”

Tie Xinyuan nodded and said, "Then it should be them, where did you find out?" ”

"Next door to the wine cellar of Sun Yangzheng's store, why didn't I find that there would be such a big place under Sun Yangzheng's store, and there is no problem with living a hundred or ten people.

By the way, how did you get out? ”

Tie Xinyuan shook his head and said: "I didn't come out, I'm going there now, there is a prison, and I have to be responsible for taking care of this big stupid melon, lest he hurt people." ”

When Brother Qiao saw that Tie Xinyuan came out, he naturally wouldn't pay attention to his affairs anymore, he believed that Tie Xinyuan would definitely handle his own affairs.

But the appearance of buns here made him very strange.

"He's going to hurt people? In the past, the guy who would giggle when he was thrown shit on his head by a naughty boy hurt people? ”

Tie Xinyuan sighed and said: "If you are in a hurry, rabbits will hurt people, let alone a strong man like Baozi."

Seven were killed and one was buried alive. ”

"What?" Brother Qiao stood up all of a sudden, patted Baozi's thick arm excitedly and said, "I know that as long as Baozi is bolder, he is definitely a first-class good man."

Okay now, kill eight people, and it won't be so uncomfortable to kill people in the future, give me the buns, and I'll find the best gun and stick to teach him, and in a year or two you can produce a good man comparable to an iron lion. ”

appeased Brother Qiao, who was overly excited, and let Shui Zhu'er take the bun to Zhuangzi outside the city, so that the two had the opportunity to sit down honestly and tell each other what happened to them.

When Brother Qiao was about to take the General Yan with a word, he was stopped by Tie Xinyuan and asked him to tell as much detail as possible...... (To be continued.) )

PS: The third chapter is sent, wishing all brothers and sisters a long and prosperous New Year, and the family is in good health.