Chapter 14 would rather kill mistakes than let them go

"It's good! Then you have to come. I won't eat it either, so I'll go to the Jade Building and wait for you to eat and drink together. Their food and wine are really not very good, so they can only settle for it. Zhu Haiyin said, turned around and took a box from the servant's hand, opened the lid, and there were two sets of gorgeous brocade scholar robes, as well as hats and shoes.

Zhu Haiyin took the clothes into the house, put them on the round table in Xiao Jiading's house, and said: "You and my brother hit it off at first sight, my brother is so talented, to be honest, the clothes on your body don't match your talent, those girls in the Jade Building are all snobs, and they only value clothes and don't value people." The younger brother remembered that a few years ago, when the younger brother had not yet made a fortune, he had ordered two sets of robes, but unfortunately before he could put them on, he was too fat to wear them. So it's been idle, and it's just right to use it today, and you wear it, and when it's over, you don't feel good, so you just throw it away. Haha"

Xiao Jiading glanced at the two sets of robes, which were clearly brand-new silk and newly sewn, where were the objects from a few years ago? It seems that this Zhu Haiyin often gives things to people, so he knows how to give gifts, and this is not like giving gifts at all, but it sounds like Xiao Jiading helped him. Xiao Jiading nodded secretly, thinking that this fat man was different from those outbreaks who were covered in copper smell, but it was worth associating.

Without waiting for Xiao Jiading to speak, Zhu Haiyin had already changed the topic and arched his hand: "If you have something to do, you should be busy first, come over early when you are busy, and the little brother is waiting for Brother Xiao in the Jade Building!" With that, he took his servants and left.

Xiao Jiading listened to him talking to him, as if he had been a friend for many years, and thought that this person was somewhat interesting, no matter whether he could enter the yamen or not, he could also make a friend with him.

He closed the door, picked up a set of brocade robes and changed them, it turned out to be very fit, and praised this fat man for being very careful, just last night he was so good at work, he could already see his height and size, and he did it so closely. Terrible!

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Shaocheng County Ya.

In the afternoon, the county lieutenant Deng Quansheng paced into the corner gate and went straight to his signature room. Along the way, when the soap and the scribe saw him, they stood respectfully and saluted, and waited for him to pass before busy themselves. County Lieutenant Deng had turned a blind eye to all this, and just walked forward slowly on the bluestone road of the Yamen.

When he was about to arrive at the detention room, he saw several scribes in the next prison room talking about something. Xu Houde, the justice of the criminal room, was holding a piece of paper in his hand and was shaking his head and reading it. He walked over.

As soon as they saw him coming, the scribers who were laughing and laughing quickly restrained their smiles, stood aside, and stood with their heads bowed and their hands down. Only Xu Houde, who was reciting poems with his head down, didn't see it, and praised himself repeatedly: "This poem is really well written, no wonder Zhong Wenbo is not his opponent, seven steps into a poem, amazing!" That Zhong Wenbo has lost all his face now, look at what kind of face he has to be the first talent in Yizhou! Ha Lu Ha ......"

He just laughed twice, the scribe behind him had already seen Deng Quansheng's gloomy face at the door, and hurriedly stabbed him in the back with his elbow, Xu Houde turned his head to look, the scribe looked at the door, Xu Houde turned his head, only then did he find Deng Quansheng standing at the door, startled, hurriedly got up and arched his hand, and said: "County Lieutenant Deng!" ”

Deng Quansheng snorted and said, "What are you looking at?" It's so lively. ”

"No ......, nothing ......" Deng Quansheng held the manuscript of the poem in his hand, wanting to hide it behind him, but he felt that it was inappropriate, and he smiled a little embarrassedly and didn't know what to do.

Xu Houde's criminal room judiciary can be similar to the president of the criminal division of the county court in terms of function, but the level is different, and the judiciary also belongs to officials and has no official character. However, Deng Quansheng, the county lieutenant, can be regarded as a sesame petty official from the nine grades, which is equivalent to the deputy director of the county public security bureau and the vice president of the county court (the county order has the duty of bowing to the prison lawsuit, has the highest judicial power at the county level, and personally presides over the solving and trial of cases, so the county magistrate is concurrently the director of the county public security bureau and the president of the court), Deng Quansheng is his direct supervisor, so he is very frightened.

"Is it poetry? Show it to the officer! "Hold out your hand.

Xu Houde had no choice but to put the manuscript of the poem in his hand and said: "It was a few crooked poems written by a foreign scholar named Xiao Jiading in front of the Jade Building last night, but I didn't remember them all, we are laughing at them." ”

Deng Quansheng had already heard about last night's incident, so he glanced at the verses on it and said, "This official will take it back and see what is great." With that, he took the manuscript of the poem with his hands behind his back, and turned around and walked into his office room.

Seeing Xu Houde's sad face, a scribe whispered curiously: "Judicial Xu, what's wrong with you?" ”

Xu Houde sighed and said in a low voice, "Don't you know the way? County Lieutenant Deng was single-handedly promoted by Zhong Wenbo's father, and the relationship between the two families is very good. Zhong Wenbo was humiliated in public yesterday, and his face was not good-looking. - I didn't say anything inappropriate, did I? Xu Houde looked at those few worriedly, he was really a little afraid of offending the county lieutenant, the county official might as well be in charge now, and he angered the leader in charge, so wasn't he looking for a cripple?

Where did a few scribes dare to tell the truth, they shook their heads busily, and said with a smile: "Judge Xu, you didn't say anything inappropriate." ”

Xu Houde smiled bitterly and shook his head, always feeling that he had said something not very good before, and he couldn't remember what he said when he was nervous.

A scribe who was close to him smiled and said in a low voice: "Isn't it just to meet friends with poetry, and there is nothing if you lose, and County Lieutenant Deng shouldn't care about these." ”

"Do you know what to say!" Xu Houde let out a long sigh, "You guys don't know County Lieutenant Deng too well......"

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Deng Quansheng sat behind the wide cases, and the whole person seemed to be invisible, except for the small triangular eyes on his cloudy face, staring at the manuscript of the poem on the table.

Suddenly, he grabbed the manuscript of the poem, tore it to pieces, and threw it on the ground. Gritted his teeth and pronounced the nasty name - "Xiao Jiading!" ”

He sulked for a while, thinking about how to go to Zhong Wenbo's house at night to comfort him. Pick up the paperwork and start reading it.

One of them is that Hao Dalang raped the abducted Xiao family's maidservant Sanniang and gave birth to a son, and the Xiao family wanted to go back. The last time this case was reported to him, he had already dismissed it, and this time it was reported again, he was in a bad mood, he couldn't help but be a little annoyed, and was about to give instructions to dismiss it, when his eyes suddenly froze, and he fell on the signature of the most reluctant-scrivener: Xiao Jiading!

Xiao Jiading? Could it be the Xiao Jiading who humiliated Zhong Wenbo in public?

Deng Quansheng thought with a gloomy face, if it was really him, if he sent it to his hand, he couldn't let it go!

Zhong Wenbo's father, Zhong Shirong, was originally a county governor of Shaocheng County, and was later promoted to the Yizhou Prefecture Yalu to participate in the military, referred to as Fa Cao. Deng Quansheng was picked up from a small scribe and became the county lieutenant of the county government. His gratitude to this old boss is endless, although he also gave Zhong Shirong gifts for this position, but in the end, the old boss is still grateful.

After learning that Zhong Shirong's son Zhong Wenbo lost to a foreign scholar named Xiao Jiading, he was also very unhappy for the Zhong family, and now he actually saw a person named Xiao Jiading writing on behalf of him, and suddenly the corners of his mouth showed a cruel smile, whether it was Xiao Jiading or not, he would rather kill the mistake than let it go, first catch it and beat a hundred boards! Don't expect to get out of bed for at least a month! Who told him to fight the lawsuit on behalf of others? You deserve it!

Deng Quansheng was about to instruct the official to pass on Xiao Laohan and Xiao Jiading, who was the ghostwriter, when he suddenly found that there were a few words behind the ghostwriter, which were written as the complainant's nephew.

In ancient China, the imperial court yamen did not encourage people to fight lawsuits, and the plaintiff and defendant who were called "two creations" were called "two creations", which means the person who caused trouble. Therefore, instigating others to fight lawsuits, such people are even more hateful, according to the rules of the yamen, for such people, the yamen can punish them according to the situation. However, if it is the relatives of the complainant, the exception is that the relatives have to hide the prime minister, and the relatives can even cover up the crime, let alone help with the ghostwriting lawsuit. Since this Xiao Jiading is Xiao Laohan's nephew, there is no reason to beat his board.

Deng Quansheng's eyes rolled a few times, but he didn't think of any good way to get angry. It's better to accept the case first, find his fault during the trial process, and then take revenge! Thinking of this, Deng Quansheng didn't even bother to read the content, so he took up the pen and wrote instructions on the pleadings to file the case, and drafted opinions in the torture room to submit them.

In the afternoon, Deng Quansheng did not go home directly, but came to Zhong Shirong's mansion to visit.

When he entered the door, the porter smiled and said, "Master County Lieutenant, you came just in time, the young master is losing his temper and talking back to our master, you go and persuade him." ”

"Oh? What's going on? ”

"It's not that the young master lost last night in a fight with a foreign scholar surnamed Xiao. The whole city was talking about this, and the little young master didn't have the face to go out. The old man is talking about him. ”

"Understood."

Xiao Jiading is a frequent visitor to the Zhong family, and he doesn't need to be informed, so he went in by himself and came to the study, and outside the door, he heard Zhong Shirong's old voice inside: "You take self-inflicted humiliation, and you have to complain, a small setback is like this, how will you face the changes in your career in the future?" I want to thank that Xiao Gongzi, he gave you the opportunity to temper and let you have a rare lesson, which is a good thing! What else are you complaining about? You still have to find the door, are you still not convinced? ”

"I'm not convinced!" Zhong Wenbo's voice said, "I have never lost to others since I was a child!" It's a great shame, and I'm not going to put up with it! I'm going to fight him! This time......"

"Aren't you ashamed enough?" Zhong Shirong said angrily: "Why can't you listen to it? Didn't I tell you, poetry exchange was originally an elegant and good thing, but you made it like this, you don't feel ashamed, and you feel ashamed to be ...... for your father! ”