Tens of thousands of grass and mud horses roared past in front of Kong Fang's eyes.

Since you confiscated other people's silver, you still happily told Lao Tzu that someone gave away the silver for nothing?

Kong Fang also regretted that he believed in this nerd too much and didn't ask more.

At that time, if it was clear that someone was indeed giving silver, but he Master Kong confiscated other people's gifts on the Gao Feng Liang Festival, he also had a preparation in his heart, so that he would not be foreign now.

He calculated in his heart that although the county government was so poor that it jingled, the tens of thousands of taels of silver sent by the squire were used as a reward of 2,500 taels of silver, and then 500 taels were used for a celebration banquet, and by the way, the military and civilians ~ a party was held, and the rich people in Qinghe County were tied to the same boat.

He will not take the rest of the silver taels for himself. Part of it is put into the county government account for daily expenses; The other part was given to the county soldier brigade as a military commander.

He did it clearly, but in the end, it was a waste of bamboo blue.

He can understand why Kong Yiji is full of wealth, and he is still a down-and-out scholar in his early thirties. If he had half the shrewdness of Zhu Dachang's thin master, he would not have been like this.

"We refused the money on the spot. As for the breakfast, I took it because the county soldiers were really hungry, but I had already paid for it. ”

Fang Shiqing's tone was cold, but it was difficult to hide his intention to invite merit.

What?

If Kong Yiji hadn't stepped on his feet in time, Kong Fang would have jumped up.

Tens of thousands of taels of white silver don't want it, you have a tree in your brain?

Although Kong Fang did not jump to his feet, Fang Shiqing still caught his displeasure. She habitually held the handle of the sword in her hand, and her pretty face was frosty, "Don't you have military rules, and the county soldiers can't take a stitch from the masses?" ”

"Ahem......"

Kong Fang was choked by his own saliva, and he rubbed his neck several times in a row to smooth it out, and his chest throbbed for a while. Lao Tzu is saying that you can't take Lao Cha's surname with a stitch and a thread, but is that a stitch and a thread? It is silver with white flowers, and there is wood?

Do you understand flexibility?

Pity those white flowers, they finally escaped from the hands of profiteers, and wanted to do something good for the benefit of the country and the people, but were finally rejected by a few wooden heads.

He's now a head two big.

If you have money, you can go all over the world, but you can't move an inch without money. If he had known that Qinghe County was so poor, he would rather be a salted fish in Fangjiazhuang than he would have been in this troubled water.

When he became an official, he was a Qing prefect for three years, and he had 100,000 snowflakes of silver; If you are a corrupt official for three years, you can pile up mountains of gold and silver. And he was so poor that he needed his mother's family to pay for food.

He quietly glanced at Fang Shiqing, who was bound by the generals, and the words about not doing it were swallowed back when they came to his mouth.

Hmph, the living can still be suffocated by urine!

He slammed the table.

Fang Shiyi's face turned red suddenly, her brother-in-law is so vulgar!

Fang Shiqing secretly gritted his silver teeth, this is what a dignified county can say?

Luo Wenpeng raised his eyebrows, this is enough to taste, probably because the magistrate thought of a solution.

Kong Yiji nodded and shook his head, the old man must have thought of a clever plan, but this is detrimental to Sven.

Kong Fang was in no mood to pay attention to them, "Master, bring the lark." Kong Yiji slapped his head suddenly, why did he forget the fat pig of the lark?

He immediately took the officials and lifted the lark out of his cell. After a few days in prison, the lark had lost all his former splendour, and he described it as withered, haggard, with disheveled hair and a foul smell.

Kong Fang covered his nose and glared at Kong Yiji, didn't he know to rinse it with water before he came? At least change into clean clothes, right?

If you smoke it like this, can you still have it in the study?

Kong Yiji's face was embarrassed.

Since ancient times, the prefectures and county governments have not had the practice of washing the bodies of prisoners, so he did not dare to make an exception.

He was a little bit strange in his heart for the old man's hypocrisy.

"Master, the prisoner Lark still insists on talking to you alone. He also threatened to die if others were present. He truthfully reported the prisoner's request.

Kong Leng sneered when he heard this.

If the lark really has backbone, as a dignified teaching, he will not surrender to the mountain bandits and do things that people and gods are angry about.

He's just trying to sell at a price

"Bring him to the lobby."

Without waiting for the lark to speak, he was the first to walk out of the study, and the others followed.

The lark was dumbfounded, as smart as he could naturally realize that he had lost the last life-saving grass. His face turned gray in an instant, his eyes were blank, and his whole person seemed to have lost the support of his skeleton, and he was soft and collapsed like a mess of mud.

The rude servant did not get used to him, and dragged him to the lobby. On both sides of the lobby were already standing officials holding water and fire sticks.

At the sight of them, the lark trembled, and his buttocks seemed to hurt hotly.

Kong Fang shouted: "Ascension! ”

The officials on both sides immediately sang "mighty", and the water and fire sticks in their hands paused rhythmically, "Du... Sincere... "The lobby was suddenly murderous.

The lark trembled with fright and said in a trembling voice, "I said, I'll say anything......"

Kong Fang sneered, everything was expected.

But how could he let him go so easily? Aren't you a lark very awesome, don't you look down on Lao Tzu, a door-to-door son-in-law? Lao Tzu will let you taste the means of a son-in-law.

He pretended not to hear, but instead slapped the wood.

"Skylark, are you guilty?"

The lark was about to answer "confession", but Kong Fang didn't give him a chance to speak, and continued:

"Since you don't admit your guilt, then I'll let you reflect on it."

Kong Yiji paused for a moment with the brush in his hand, could it be that the old man was an unpredictable prophet? Before the prisoner could open his mouth, he knew that he did not know his sin?

The lark has realized that something is wrong, but he has already taught that he is wealthy, and the person in the hall is no longer the son-in-law who is at his disposal.

Man is a sword, I am a fish.

"Come on, hit the prisoner lark thirty boards."

"Uh......"

Kong Yiji raised his head suddenly, didn't he say that it was good for the prisoner to reflect on it?

How can you be punished?

is as smart as him, and as one of the parties to the star-making plan, he understands after a little thought that the old man is taking the opportunity of the trial to announce his personal vendetta.

Cold sweat instantly wet his spine.

He hurriedly got up and left his seat, attached to Kong Fang's ear and moved with affection, knowing that there are thousands of ways to take revenge, and he must not act recklessly, openly announcing personal vendetta is a taboo in officialdom, and all grievances can only be secretly plotted.

Otherwise, if you are caught by someone, you will have endless troubles if you grasp the handle.

"Sir, the lark is so guilty that even if he can't cut off his head, the lightest is to fill the army. He is now the meat on our board, so why should we rush for a while? ”

"According to the Daxing law, torture in court is only a means of questioning the case, not an end. If the prisoner has confessed his guilt, we are not allowed to punish him again. ”

"Has he pleaded guilty?" Kong Fang was not reconciled.

"He didn't plead guilty, did he?"

Kong Yiji's eyes wandered through the entire hall and whispered, "Master, we should let the prisoner speak." ”