Emperor Jiayou had a lot of feelings for the common people, encouraging land reclamation, distributing farm tools, giving settling-in allowances to the homeless, recuperation, and all kinds of measures to reassure the people, which were very in place.

It may be the experience of being a child, Emperor Jiayou not only distrusts the hundred officials, but also hates it, works for Emperor Jiayou, does not want to get rich, gives very little, and if he embezzles more than 60 taels of silver, he will be sentenced to death.

However, the criminal law is so strict that officials are locked up and put in prison every day, but it still can't stop people from embezzling.

The main reason is that being an official is too poor, ten years of cold windows, head crests, and cone thorns, which stimulates people to persevere, which is nothing more than the glory and wealth brought by the purple robe, and the shadow of the wife.

But Emperor Jiayou pinched this dream of being an official, when the emperor was killed, the official was so little that the official was terrible, and the official of the first product was only 1,000 stone meters per year, and it was only issued for a few years, and then it was replaced by cotton and silk, and finally paper money was issued.

Officials do not receive four percent of the prescribed salary.

He Donglai wanted to invite Jian Qing to live in his own courtyard, but Jian Qing refused, "Tomorrow, the younger brother will go to Yingtianfu to ask to see Master Zeng, once he joins the company, the identity of the younger brother is like this, and it is inconvenient to enter and leave Brother He's house, and the kindness of the eldest brother will be remembered by the younger brother." Now they are all in Jinling, and there will naturally be a day to meet, and we will meet again in the future. ”

He Donglai hesitated, but had to agree, "In a few days, my mother's seventieth birthday, Brother Jian must come!" ”

"I will definitely go to celebrate the birthday of the old birthday star!"

Zhao Er made a concise and clear long follow.

Jian Qing didn't go to see Zeng Zuochao the next day, because Zhao Er said that Zeng Zuochao was so busy now that he was dizzy, and Ying Tianfu had already had four murders in a month. The deceased were the owner of a silk shop in Jiangning County, the shopkeeper of a crude medicine shop, the owner of an inn in Jurong County, and a small official guarding the city gate in Jinling City.

It was a serial murder.

Even in this era when there is no Internet, there is such a case, the news is still spreading very quickly, and people all over the city are discussing it.

For three days in a row, when Jian Qing was using breakfast at the tofu brain stall at the door, she had heard enough about the real and false, the existing speculation, and all kinds of news, and she had a general understanding of the case.

Of the four people who died, three were businessmen and one was a servant.

Yingtianfu has jurisdiction over Shangyuan, Jiangning, Jurong, Liyang, Lishui, Gaochun, Jiangpu and Liuheba counties.

When Jian Qing and Zhao Er rushed to the home of the first deceased in this serial murder case, the owner of a silk shop in Jiangning County, Jian Qing saw Zeng Zuochao. This Zhengsanpin officer, dressed in regular clothes, with Fucheng, Zhizhong and a general judgment, the officials are re-examining the deceased.

The man brought by Zeng Zuochao was a man in his thirties, wearing a half-new green cloth cotton robe and a pair of exposed cotton shoes on his feet, who was squatting on the ground and repeatedly moving the corpse.

Jian Qing leaned over and took a look, there was a half-finger-wide scar on the back of the deceased's head, and Jian Qing could preliminarily conclude that it was cut with a sharp weapon such as an axe.

"Go, go, what are you going to see here? What can you read? He waved his hand at Jian Qing with a disgusted face, and said impatiently.

Zhao Er was very annoyed and replied, "What can you understand?" ”

"You can do it!" He said angrily.

Jian Qing didn't expect that at this time, the scaring phrase "you can do it" was already so popular.

"Report!"

A prolonged voice made this guy and Zhao Er have no time to quarrel. A servant came running from a distance with an iron ruler, and in the cold weather, he was actually sweating profusely, "Lord Fu Yin, over there, over there, again, again, another death, one person!" ”

Zeng Zuochao's brain sounded suddenly, and a burst of golden flowers appeared in front of him, and the master hurriedly supported him, and asked with concern, "My lord, how are you?" You okay? ”

"Yes, will you be okay?" Zeng Zuochao wanted to be angry, but he didn't have the strength, "It's only been a few days, and five of them have died, has the news spread?" ”

"It's spreading." The official who came to report the news knelt on the ground, after they received the report, no one wanted to come, who let him have the least qualifications, he was promoted over, seeing that Lord Yin was a little unable to stand up, this official was afraid of being used as a punching bag, how could he not worry?

"It was the boss of Loncin Automobile Dealership, who was hacked to death on the edge of the stable in broad daylight, and several horses were startled and screamed, which alarmed the work in the store, and only then did I find out that the boss was dead."

Jian Qing jumped up and ran out, Zhao Er knew that she must have rushed to see the first scene, and hurriedly followed behind her. As soon as the two moved, the people behind them all followed and hula-la-la, and this battle alarmed the people who were originally unaware here.

Loncin Automobile Shop is located in Shangyuan County, close to the Imperial City of Yingtianfu, which is a place full of people.

When Jian Qing and the others passed, the people of Shangyuan County had already put Loncin Automobile under martial law, but because of this, it attracted many onlookers, and everyone pointed and pointed, saying that during this time, some people have been killed, and you can see the frightened look on everyone's faces.

Who knows, who will be next? Why will they die?

Jian Qing came over, but he couldn't get in.

Fortunately, Zeng Zuochao soon brought someone over, he was a pampered old man, running all the way, sweating on his forehead, panting, and shouting before he could breathe, "He Jiu, He Jiu, hurry up and come over, go and check, how did you die?" ”

Jian Qing followed in, she was wearing a torn sheepskin jacket, and at first glance, she looked like He Jiu was a person all the way, and the officials thought it was He Jiu's newly accepted apprentice, so they didn't stop it much.

As for Zhao Er, it was too easy for him to mess around with this group of officials. I don't know how he got in, but as soon as Jian Qing mislooked, he followed him.

In the backyard, on the edge of the stable, blood flowed all over the ground, and before they could get closer, everyone smelled a strong smell of blood.

Next to the manger, there was a man lying about five feet and an inch tall, face down, only the back of the head could be seen, the hair was scattered on both sides, and a very obvious wound about an inch long was exposed on the side of the neck, the gap was about half a finger wide, and the blood coagulated on the hair, and the wound stood out, hideous and terrifying.

The deceased's right hand is bent to the ground, with the hand in front of the head, the left hand at the side, the elbow facing outward, and the palm facing upward.

After Zeng Zuochao saw it, he first asked, "Come on, find someone to ask, has anyone touched this corpse?" ”

This is exactly what Jian Qing wants to ask, the corpse's posture on the ground also has a lot of mysteries, and it is obviously unwise to conduct an autopsy without asking clearly.

The first person to find the shop at the scene was named Fang San, who was only sixteen years old, and he didn't have the shrewdness of the shopkeeper, he was so frightened that he trembled, his legs were like sifting chaff, and he couldn't speak, "No, I haven't moved, the small, the small one, look at it, that's it." ”

Fang San's legs were bent, and his hands were pinching the bottom of his clothes, obviously very afraid, but the corner of his eyes still couldn't help but glance at the deceased, as if a careless person would get up and pounce on him.