Nowadays, the merchants of several counties in the upper reaches of the county mostly use waterways to transport goods, and Baishuang City has also become a waterway hub, and the official documents returned to Baishuang City are also concentrated in the Baishuang City Government.

When Wei Shu was in power, he often reviewed the memorals submitted from various places, and many of them were about river engineering, river channels and river transportation. By the time she ascended the throne, she had become experienced in dealing with such compromises, and knew the meaning of the number of them.

Those numbers seem boring, but in fact they are the most useful things, often involving money, grain, labor, ding, and so on. Sometimes, the whole book is full of nonsense, and that's all you can see.

Wei Shuyou was also more and more frightened.

The number of revisions made by the scribe was not very large, and the sum of several official documents was not much, and the difference from the actual number was limited. However, it is clear that this is not the first time that this has been done, and if the same is done, the total amount of transported ships and cargo that have been tampered with will reach an astonishing number.

Counting the documents he changed, it can be seen that the number of changes is less than the real number, which makes Wei Shu have a few guesses:

The first is the greed for ink. This possibility is the greatest, after all, there are very few officials in this world who are not greedy for ink, and no matter how much the national strength of the Jin State rises, it is impossible not to have officials who fill their own pockets;

The second is the trapping—the scribe has collected all the official documents, and if he wants to frame a certain official, he only needs to denounce it at that time, and then take out the original copy;

The second is to plot rebellion - for example, to smuggle weapons and armor through merchant ships, and then change the number afterwards to get through the customs in confusion.

As soon as he thought of this, Wei Shu's heart suddenly moved.

Slowly, she seems to have missed a very important joint:

Song Spy.

If this scribe is a Song spy, then his act of secretly changing the official document is a secret layout of the Song people.

Although he knew that this speculation was almost whimsical, Wei Shu still hoped from the bottom of his heart that it would be the best.

When she thought about it like this, she couldn't help but think of Zhou Shang and Ye Fei again.

These two people are very well-informed, and they think that they have already learned about the death of Akis, or that the cause of Hua Zhen's death has been discovered. In short, whoever dies will mess up their plans.

In fact, Wei Shu's move was not to get rid of Song Spy's identity, but after turning from light to dark, she could help them more, and she also had a plan herself, if she could echo it in two clicks, it would be beneficial and harmless to others and herself.

But I don't know, these two Great Song spies are okay now? When he broke up with Zhou Shang in the empty house in the north of the city a few days ago, Zhou Shang and the others seemed to be rounding up someone, had the matter ever been achieved? If it fails, is Zhou Shang in danger?

As soon as she thought of this, Wei Shu's heart was raised again, and she was now carrying a murder case, so she couldn't show up at all, so she could only be in a hurry.

The spring rain outside the window was fine, bit by bit, and it was long, just like Wei Shu's thoughts, however, before she could fully concentrate on it, there was a sound of footsteps outside again.

The two of them are here for the pavilion library!

Wei Shu's heart was slightly cold, and when his wrist turned over, the three iron cones were already clasped in his palm.

Would you like to warn this scribe?

At this moment, Wei Shu was a little hesitant. ….

The scribe under the beam could not distinguish between friend and foe, and rash warning might lead to fire. However, if he is ignored, wouldn't it be a pity if he was a strong man who died for the Great Song Dynasty?

However, after a few more breaths, Wei Shu pressed the thought again.

The footsteps of the people who came were very heavy, and they were not walking fast, and one of them seemed to have some inconvenience in his legs and feet, and there was a feeling of procrastination between his steps, and the other person was also breathless, showing that these two people had neither martial arts nor any intention of hiding their tracks.

It's not like he's here to arrest someone.

A few thoughts rose and fell, the footsteps were getting closer and closer, and occasionally the voices of two people were heard, which seemed particularly clear in the silent night, and the scribe who was packing up the official documents under the beam also heard it.

He stood for a moment, but did not appear too urgent, and still did not hurry to put the official document back in order according to the original steps, and carefully erased the marks left earlier, and brought it again

The pen and ink were all put away, and finally, Fang took out a ...... from the blanket

Idol?!

Huh, idols?

Is there anyone else who carries this thing with them?

Wei Shu's eyes widened, and he stared carefully at the thing in the scribe's hand for a long time, and finally determined that the clay pinched and shoddy strange thing was really a statue, but even with Wei Shu's eyesight, he couldn't tell whether it was a male god or a goddess, and he only felt that the clay statue had a strange appearance, as if it had three heads and six arms.

Which play is this going to sing?

At this time, the footsteps were close to the door, and the voice of speech was as clear as the ear, but I heard a person outside the door exclaim, "Ah, how is this door open? Aren't you a thief?"

The voice was reckless, and when I heard it, I was a careless young man.

Another older voice laughed and scolded him, "Are you stupid? Don't you see there's a light inside? Whose thief steals something and lights it? Have you seen it?"

As the two spoke, they pushed the door open.

At this time, the scribe of the Nalaigu tribe had also placed the statue in an open space due east, and knelt down with a "poof" sound, muttering words that Wei Shu did not understand, as if he was praying, and looked very pious.

The two men who entered the house followed the light and saw a scribe kneeling down and worshipping the statue.

"Iro, what are you doing here?" The young man was frizzy, and he couldn't hide anything at all, and as soon as he saw the scribe of the Naraigu tribe, he immediately called the other party's name and asked it.

The silence in the room was shattered by the sudden voice, but there was not a word of response.

The scribe who called Iro continued to worship the statue as if no one had heard it.

The other old clerk, who knew a little bit about the doorway, first motioned to the young clerk not to speak, and then he vigorously thumped his sore leg, and when it was more comfortable, he said slowly:

"Silly boy, you don't understand, do you? This is the custom of the Laigu people. In the middle of the night, when the dew begins to condense, the Raigu people regard it as a gift from the god of the land, so that they will worship the gods at this time and pray for a good year in the coming year."

"Huh? Is that so?" The young official reached out and grabbed the half-shaved head, his face full of puzzlement: "But now that spring has just begun, is it too early to pray for the next year?"

The old official was speechless for a long time, and he had nothing to say, so he had to kick the young man and scold, "You kid knows a fart!"

The young officer thought he didn't know anything, and he let out an "oh" and stopped talking.

Yao Jishan