Chapter 67

The number one can use his authority to enforce his will, but the premise is not to use it too much and too often, otherwise he will find that his authority will become more and more difficult to use.

Well, it's the same as the little tintin can be very hard and easy to use, if you let it stand twenty-four hours a day, sooner or later there will be problems.

Therefore, Yang Shangjing didn't plan to continue to play power, anyway, he deleted the contract of a knife and pen official, and forcibly appointed a canonical history of the case of the household's house, the torture room, and the official's room, and it was over, and the rest had to go step by step, and the specific routine would have to look at whether Li Ji gave the canonical history or not, and which position he could force the county and the main bookkeeper to.

Then at noon the next day, just after eating the seven-pin county order working meal with Daming characteristics, Yang Shangjing, who was grinding brown rice and his cheeks were painful, heard the sound of drums from the front office, and then saw a soap on duty running over, and said in a low voice: "County Zun, there are villagers outside who have beaten the drum of grievances, there are a lot of people, and there are more than a dozen people with injuries. ”

Hearing this, Yang Shangjing touched his chin and nodded: "The county has changed its official uniform, so I will go to the front office to try the case." ”

"Huh." The soap nodded, hunched over and took two steps back, and then went down in a puff of smoke.

Yang Shangjing changed into his official uniform with the help of Uncle Zhong, and asked Uncle Zhong: "It's only been a few days since I took office, and there is a drum of grievances outside, and it is still loud." ”

Uncle Zhong thought for a while and shook his head: "The land of a county is always complicated by civil affairs, and there are always some villagers who can't make a decision, so the young master went to the front to take a look, and naturally he knew." ”

Hearing this, Yang Shangjing nodded, the Ming Dynasty was not a dynasty with independent justice, there was not even a court, the county lord himself was a figure who integrated judicial power and administrative power, and there will be many such things in the future, although he scratched his head, it was always good to see it early.

So Yang Shangjing flicked the sleeves of his robe, walked towards the front office, and when he turned around, he sat down in the warm pavilion, sat down under the plaque of "Mirror Hanging", stretched out his hand to pick up the startling wood, slapped it on the three-foot law table, and shouted "Ascend to the hall", only to see the two classes of officials knocking on the ground with water and fire sticks, shouting "mighty" in their mouths.

After three times of might, Yang Shangjing was again a sentence of "leading people to commit crimes".

In fact, after more than 500 years, Yang Shangjing, who is accustomed to the presumption of innocence, is very opposed to this name, which is too rich in the taste of the turtle of feudal farming civilization, but what is not wrong is that not to mention Asia in these years, the white skins of Europa can still be called a barbarian, after all, they are still at the intersection of the dark Middle Ages and the Renaissance, and they are still being abused by the Turks to call Dad, how can they wait until 1948 to establish this principle, as for the Chinese civilization...... It was only in the nineties of the twentieth century that this set became popular, and now he still has to follow the local customs.

Then he saw a sturdy man dripping blood down the trouser tube was dragged up and thrown to the ground like a dead dog, and the one next to him was slightly better dressed in a brown skit, but he was also directly pressed to the ground, and he said "dong dong dong" at Yang Shangjing: "Lord Qingtian, you have to be the master of the small people......

Looking at the man who couldn't kneel, Yang Shangjing raised his eyebrows, hesitated for a moment, and then remembered that this thing was not beaten during the fight, but because of the drumming, he was beaten by the soap on duty.

As for what officials don't call for the people...... him, there are no sweet potatoes in this era, so you don't need to go home if you don't make decisions for the people, you can't starve Wenqu Xing to death, right?

So Yang Shangjing was shocked and asked, "Who beat the drum of injustice, what is the matter?" ”

I saw that the man who was still bleeding from his trouser leg stopped kowtowing and shouted loudly: "If you go back to the words of the old man, it is the small people beating the drum and shouting grievances......

As he spoke, the man lowered his head, pointed to the man on his left, and sobbed: "Please Lord Qingtian to be the master of Xiaomin, Xiaomin Huang San'er, there is a piece of water in the south of the city to water the land, just with a field of his Zhang Lao Liu's family, just finished watering yesterday, today their Zhang family saw that the crops in Xiaomin's field grew well, so they watered Xiaomin again, and now a good piece of wheat field, it is no longer able to get down, Xiaomin and him a few words, and they were beaten by them with the strength of the crowd, As a last resort, he came to the county to beat drums and voice grievances. ”

"Xiaomin is wronged......" The man in brown clothes began to kowtow, and a servant went up and kicked it, and then it quieted down, Yang Shangjing looked left and right, feeling that he was being played as a monkey.

The Ming Dynasty was in the era of the Xiaoice River, this weather is similar to the convulsion, not to mention the cold, but also the drought is severe, this year's rain in Huangyan County is also insufficient, his process along the way, the crops in the fields are wilted, even the best water watering, is also dry, how can it be said that there is too much water? Don't you want to make fun of me, the county master, besides, generally this kind of pickled rotten thing is handed over to the local township elders to solve, if they all go to court, he doesn't have to do anything else as a county magistrate?

"I'd like to see what kind of you're in this gourd?" Yang Shangjing gritted his teeth and thought, patted the shocked wood, pointed to the man named Zhang Laoliu, and asked, "Do you have a peace statement?" ”

Zhang Laoliu's whole person trembled for a moment, and then he spoke, and his voice trembled: "Lord Qingtian, Xiaomin is wronged, Huang San's land and Xiaomin's land are next to each other, but Xiaomin has not watered his land, but it is his own, this year's rain is not good, and it is my turn to water so much time, I am crazy to water his land." ”

"That place is obviously my family's field, you Zhang Lao Liu is talking nonsense!" Huang San'er almost jumped up directly, and the two servants behind him pressed on his shoulders and head, which held him down.

Yang Shangjing's brows furrowed, this is ...... It's easy to do, it's not easy to do, it's easy to do, there is a fish scale atlas in the government, and there are detailed records of what shape and whose house each piece of land is, even if the boundary monument is moved, it doesn't matter, but the difficult place is how to deal with these two veritable Diao people, one is not handled well, and the dim and incompetent hat will definitely not be able to escape.

"What the hell...... Did a big family give me eye medicine? Yang Shangjing narrowed his eyes, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he inhaled a cool breath.