These imperial historians are all monkey spirits, they have faith in their hearts, they have ethics in their actions, this kind of people are the most rare talents in the empire, they have no ability to just have faith, they can only shout empty slogans and do nothing. If light has power and no faith, it will inevitably fall into darkness and bring heavy disasters to the empire. Only with both ability and faith can the backbone of the empire be propped up, so that the emperor can go further and further.

So although Chen Letian said that we should not be polite to those officials, we should give them some color to taste, and we should beat them up if we disagree like me. But the Imperial History Masters will not refute it, and at the same time, they will not do what Chen Letian said.

They will never do anything, as always.

Everyone came to the place where the officials were under house arrest, Chen Letian went up to the third floor as usual, and the others were on the first and second floors.

Zhang Yushi walked into the house of the chief tax officer of Zhaotong City on the second floor.

"This official's surname is Zhang, he is a deputy envoy, and I came to interrogate you today, you can honestly explain or be able to deal with it lightly. Zhang Yushi got straight to the point, poured himself a cup of tea as he spoke, and then sat down.

The tax secretary looked in his early forties, his complexion was a little haggard, and it seemed that he was probably a little anxious about being locked up in this room, or maybe he was very worried about what he had done, so he knelt down to greet Zhang Yushi. Originally, there was no need to do this, but because the other party was the imperial history, this status was different from that of other officials, and he only felt that kneeling down and saluting was more steady.

Zhang Yushi said: "Get up, etiquette doesn't have to be so heavy, let's figure things out is the most important thing." Let's talk about it. ”

The chief tax officer suddenly said with a bitter face, I really don't know what crime I have committed, and I hope that my lord will make it clear and give me a hint so that I know what to explain.

"You don't know what to confess? Are you guilty of so many crimes that you don't know how many you have? If that's the case, then needless to say, I see. After that, Zhang Yushi, who didn't sit on the hot buttocks, got up and was about to go out.

"My lord, that's not what the lower official meant, the lower official..." Master Ma hurriedly went up and grabbed Zhang Yushi's sleeve, Zhang Yushi turned around and knelt down again, kowtowed, and said, "My lord misunderstood what I meant." Xiaguan means that Xiaguan thinks that he has been relatively well-behaved for so many years, and he is not a two-sleeved breeze, but in addition to reporting to the chief when he reports to the chief, there should be no wine in a tolerance meal, but Xiaguan still eats wine and counts the money into the public account expenses. In addition, Xia Guan really didn't know what Xia Guan was doing wrong. My lord, the lower official knows that since he has been summoned, he must have a complaint against the lower official, and if the lower official wants to explain to the adult, he must also know where he offended the urban and rural relatives of Zhaotong.

Zhang Yushi thought to himself, you are also quite cunning, this seems to be sincere, but it is actually full of routines, let me tell you the case, and then you know in your heart, I won't let you succeed!" "The people are easy to abuse and the heavens are difficult to deceive, you should have read the sage book, this truth will not be understood, right? Don't play tricks today, many officials before you are very obedient to confess, I hope you can also learn from them, don't be an alternative person." ”

There are all kinds of interrogation, negotiation and persuasion routines in the house...

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At this time, Feng Shan took a person to the door of the restaurant where the officials were under house arrest, the person was about forty or fifty years old, thin, but he seemed to be in good spirits, and he did not have the numb look of most people at this age.

"I said come in a sedan chair, you old brother has to come, you see you are sweating profusely, can you still do anything?" Feng Shan looked at him panting and complained. Huaxiu Chinese

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "It's okay, what I want is this effect, that is, to feel slightly tired, and I can do better when I work." Don't worry, you can do it well. ”

Although Feng Shan had some doubts, he still chose to believe him, after all, it is said that he is the one who gives the thumbs up in the industry of Chengdu. If you don't believe him, I don't know who to go to again. The owner's idea is really a bit whimsical, but he really has no reason to feel bad about the decision made by the owner, because the facts always prove that the owner is right.

He walked into the building with the man.

went directly to the third floor and met Chen Letian, who had just come out of a room. Chen Letian looked at the middle-aged man and said, "This old brother is the most powerful ventriloquist in Chengdu?"

When the middle-aged man heard Feng Shan's introduction as Master Chen, he immediately knelt down and kowtowed: "I don't dare to say that it is the most powerful, but the top five should be able to be ranked, and the younger one has been doing this business since he was twelve years old, and he has performed tens of thousands of times in the north and south." Adults and rest assured, the small ones will live up to the trust of adults, and ensure that they will be terrified to listen. ”

"Do it well, this is a good thing for the benefit of the country and the people, and it is a good thing for the accumulation of yin and virtue. Chen Letian patted him on the shoulder and walked into the next person's room with Liu Daming.

Feng Shan led the middle-aged man to an empty room in the middle of the corridor. The middle-aged man walked in with the box he had been carrying, sat down on the table, and then propped up two poles beside the table and hung the curtains. Feng Shan thought to himself that you still have a lot of Taoism, and you still have to hang curtains, is there any method that cannot be passed on?

The ventriloquist named Li Qing saw that Feng Shan Mian had doubts, and he kept explaining while explaining: "Don't misunderstand Leader Feng, this skill of the small one is not like our Shudi's face change, it belongs to the top secret that cannot be passed on, and the reason why the small one hangs the curtain is just because he is used to it, behind the curtain, the audience can't see me, so he can listen to the sound more attentively." And if I show someone, people can't help but look at my face and think that these sounds are all coming out of the person's mouth, and they are fake, which makes the realism feel much weaker.

Feng Shan nodded and said: "Hey, what you said really makes sense, people are like this, it's like if you ask people to go to the back of the stage to see, and then watch the play at the front desk, you will always think about the appearance of putting on makeup on the backstage actors, and you can't help but think that this King Zhou is not the King of Zhou at all, it is just the second Wang next door..."

The middle-aged ventriloquist smiled and nodded. Soon, it was all done.

It's actually very simple, a table, a curtain in front of the table. On the table is a ringing log, a folding fan, a wooden ruler, and then the ventriloquist sits behind the table. Holding a folding fan in one hand and a sound wood in the other, his eyes were slightly closed, and the whole person seemed to have entered a state of concentration.

Seeing this scene, Feng Shan slowed down and walked out.

Standing in the hallway, facing the ventriloquist, only the curtain can be seen.

Boom. It seems to be the sound of tables and chairs falling to the ground, and it is very loud.

Feng Shan was startled, and subconsciously looked left and right, wanting to see where the voice came from, and was stunned for a moment, and turned his eyes back to the curtain in the room in front of him.

Then there was a series of bangs, the sound of the table smashing on the floor. It was coherent with Fang Cai's voice, as if someone was fighting in a room.