Shen Bang, the county magistrate, was asked by Mrs. Duan, and with his background as a Jinshi, he didn't know how to answer this question for a while.

Those officials didn't know why their lord suddenly had an ugly face and didn't say a word, and the friends next to the lord were extremely trusted by the lord, and they also frowned and twisted their beards.

What's the situation?

The officials looked at each other, not only them, but also the people of Duanfu brought by the Wenren clan also felt incredible, this ...... This stopped the county magistrate? This is the county of this county, a list of Jinshi from the background, that is the star in the sky and the earthly figures! Just being asked by the big grandmother?

When Shen Bang and his friends pulled their beards, Wen Ren's problem spread from the inside of the yamen to the street outside.

Tang San squeezed to the side of Master Gao in the winter, and arched his shoulders over him, "I said, Master Gao, this is ...... What do you mean? Why is there no sound in it all of a sudden? ”

The master smiled bitterly, although he was just a westerner, and he had never even been admitted to the examination in his life, but he boasted that he was also splendid in his belly, but he never thought that he couldn't even answer the question of a woman who was born in the upper hall.

"Hey! Master Gao? Master Gao? Tang San looked at Dong Yan and was silent, stretched out his hand and shook him, "Demon stunned?" ”

Being shaken by Tang San like this, Dong Yan came back to his senses, smiled reluctantly, and said, "That Mrs. Duan used the etiquette to ask the county honor. Before a man is fifty years old in the concubine's room, he must have sex with the concubine once every five days, otherwise it will be incompatible with the etiquette......" He saw that Tang San didn't understand, and explained, "The Book of Rites is one of the nine classics, the foundation of my famous teaching, and the code of conduct for scholars. ”

Lying groove mud Male Gobi.

Tang San was also shocked, and opened his mouth wide, "You have to sleep with your little wife every five days, it's not polite not to sleep, Master Gao, is that what you mean?" ”

Gao Fuzi frowned, what he said was too rough, but he still nodded, "That's what it means, the etiquette stipulates that the concubine room washes her body, wears few clothes, spreads her hair, and takes off her shoes, then, the man must take the initiative to have sex with the concubine, otherwise it will be incompatible with the etiquette and will be condemned." ”

"This ...... Scholars are also too happy. When Tang San heard this, his mouth was drooling, his two eyes were almost shining, and a beautiful woman was suddenly sketched in his mind, stepping out of the barrel, covered in a piece of white sand, sticking to the ** with wisps of silk, pointing like a scallion tube, gently pinching a handful of hair, his voice was like a yellow bird, and he said softly [Master, the slave wants to be the emperor of the five days]

Looking at his ugly appearance, Mr. Dong Yan's hand tightened, and then his lips hurt, but he cut off a beard. He finally raised two handfuls of beard, although it was not very beautiful like a mouse's whiskers, but he also loved it like a treasure, when he saw that one was broken, he was so angry that he reached out and slapped Tang San, and the beauty in Tang San's mind was scattered with one slap.

Tang San sighed, came to his senses, and found that Master Gao was blowing his beard and glaring at him, so he hurriedly made amends, and then said with a sneer: "Master, look, do I still have a chance to go to school?" ”

Master Gao felt sorry for his beard, which had only been counted by a total of dozens of people, and was cut off like this, and said hatefully at the moment: "You also want to be a famous teacher?" ”

Don't look at Master Gao's appearance is not amazing, the two mouse whiskers are even a little obscene, but he is also a scholar, he can wear a long shirt, a long Confucian ribbon, he can wear boots, he can wear a hat, and he can also have two small wings inserted behind the hat. Idlers like Tang San had to wear short shirts that were only knee-length, could only wear curtains, and could only wear high-top shoes.

So even if Tang San can press Master Gao down with one finger, even if Master Gao is very poor, when the two of them are talking, Tang San is also subconsciously a head shorter than him, sneering and smiling, but he is ruthless in his heart, he is a mud horse, I must be a scholar.

He clenched his fists tightly, and his finger bones made a [gaba gaba] sound.

Let's not mention that Tang San swore to be a scholar who swore to be a scholar who was [everything is inferior but high in reading], the words of him and Master Gao were quickly passed out by the mouth of the people next to him, and the words were passed on one by one, and in a flash, the whole street knew about it, and what Mrs. Duan said was that since the junior official of the Zheng family had never slept with a painting fan, the painting fan was not his concubine, and since he was not his concubine, if he killed someone, he had to pay for his life.

This is really earth-shaking, the plaintiff has become the defendant, and in a word, he has actually refuted the iron-clad facts into a piece of waste paper.

This lady is really amazing! No wonder, from the head of the upper hall to the dignified lady, everyone whispered.

The master also carefully pulled his beard and sighed: "It's really turning your hands into clouds and covering your hands into rain, what a lady." ”

Everyone is resting for a long time.

With a bang, the window of Mrs. Fan's house was pushed open again, and Mrs. Fan, who had just been clipped by the milk stick, poked her head out, and the old eagle laughed like a general, "I just said, kill someone to die, Tang San, you should tell the old lady whether to kill someone or not." ”

Mrs. Fan was proud at this time, pushing the window and scolding upstairs, scolding Tang San so red-faced, he couldn't refute it, no way, didn't he see that the county lord was speechless.

In fact, compared with the laws of later generations, loopholes abound, in most cases, officials handle cases based on their own experience and personal likes and dislikes, the same case, it is likely that in the hands of official A is 20 years in prison and 100 canes, and in the hands of official B, it becomes a fine of 100 taels of silver, which is by no means uncommon.

Therefore, even if Wen Ren's reasons are tricky, the county lord Shen really wants to sentence Zheng Guofan not guilty, whether the case is sent to the Criminal Department or Dali Temple, there is no problem, of course, if the case is found guilty, the case is sent up, and the scriptures are cited to explain, which is also correct and there is no problem.

At this time, it mainly depends on the official, the magistrates of the Ming Dynasty judge the case, most of them like to make paste, for example, a case of men and women, most of the standard Ming officials will scold it, and then say in a high-sounding manner: This kind of thing, your clan will deal with it! Retirement.

Clan handling means that the original case is remanded, and their relatives and friends discuss and discuss, what to do, and if the problem is reported to the government, it must be that the clan can't handle it, and in most cases, the woman's mother's family is relatively powerful, so it is reported to the government.

In the Ming Dynasty, there was a case of general annihilation, which was dismissed thirteen times in a row, and the lawsuit was fought for more than 30 years.

Mrs. Fan upstairs scolded more and more, and finally shook the handkerchief in her hand and said loudly: "The old lady has already said that the Zheng family's little official hair doesn't have a single hair, how to be a husband." ”

In this county office, Shen Bang and Shen Zhixian had a splitting headache, and he didn't think of how to refute Mrs. Duan's method when he searched his intestines and scraped his stomach. Wen Ren didn't know why, and he didn't ask anything, he just stood in the hall and sneered, but his eyes were very strange, looking left and right, not knowing what he was thinking.

The sound of scolding on the street outside came in, and Mrs. Fan's voice was unique, like an old eagle, and her voice was transparent and sharp, so it came into Wen Ren's ears, "...... Then the Zheng family's petty official hair didn't get a ......."

Her eyes lit up suddenly, she turned her head to glance at the young man in a long shirt who was in a daze next to her, and then took a few more glances at her sisters and the healthy woman and the big-footed mother-in-law, and waved her little hand as white as a green onion, "There is no hair, how can you have a concubine, go, pick up his pants and give the evidence to Shen Zhixian." ”

When the healthy woman and the big-footed woman on the left and right heard this, they were like wolves and tigers, and they threw themselves at the young man who was standing in a daze.