Fan Xianling heard that someone looked down on his backstage, and looked at the few teenagers who appeared at the gate of the county government in displeasure.

Evil: "The yellow-mouthed child Hugh wants to speak wildly, and he dares to insult the duke's mansion with a title."

Come on, pull me out and give me a fifty sling. ”

Fan of the Wuchang Marquis Mansion next to him was not worried about his not very smart brother being released, and begged a middle-aged man sent by the Marquis of Wuchang to follow Fan County, standing behind him and frowning.

"It's such a big official," Wei Chiyi looked at the official who came over with a murderous face and a killing stick, smiled sarcastically, and took out the black token unhurriedly.

Fan Xianling obviously has little knowledge and doesn't know the token in Wei Chiyi's hand.

The man standing behind him narrowed his eyes in surprise, but didn't say anything to stop him.

The first-grade Zhenguo General's Mansion, although the grade is higher than the second-grade Wuchang Marquis Mansion, but the Marquis Mansion with the title of meritorious lord is not incomparable.

When he saw the calm and introverted young man next to him, holding a silver token in his hand, the middle-aged man's pupils contracted violently, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

“！！！”

Damn it...... Could it be that the tokens of the nobles of the family are now as rotten as cabbage? It's also a piece of hand, who to scare!

The middle-aged man who had been working with the Marquis of Wuchang in the capital for many years was much more knowledgeable than Fan Xianling, and hurriedly stretched out a foot to walk over and salute, but retracted his steps in the other party's stern eyes.

Then his eyes flickered, and he approached Fan Xianling and whispered a few words in his ear.

Fan Mengsheng raised his head in surprise and looked at Wei Chiyi and the other teenagers who were looking at him proudly.

Even if Fan Xianling didn't know it anymore, he knew that the title of the Marquis Mansion was under the Duke's Mansion, not to mention that it was still the Cheng'en Mansion, the mother of the deceased queen.

Once the first family in the capital.

Seeing that Fan County's momentum was suppressed, this made Tang Sicheng regain the initiative.

He took out the official document sent by the government to investigate this matter, unfolded it and showed it to Fan County, and then said in a solemn tone: "The case of the big landlords bullying the people and forcibly buying the villagers' land at a low price is now being tried by this official." ”

Fan Xianling glanced at the paperwork, and his face darkened.

At this time, he also regretted that he had received too much silver and precious items from the Qian family, and some of them had already been sent by him to the Marquis of Wuchang Mansion and his sister in the capital.

The official is at the top of the university, and he holds the paperwork in his hand.

The most important thing is the few boys who scare people with tokens, who are obviously on his side.

He wanted to pretend that he didn't know the sign that represented his status and status, but the people arranged by the Marquis of Wuchang around him hinted to him several times that he should know the current affairs.

Fan Mengsheng had always felt that the title of the Marquis of Wuchang was very noble, but he didn't expect to be pressed by a few small teenagers today and couldn't raise his head.

But as long as the person who has been in the capital, even a person with some insight knows, not to mention the token representing the super national government in the hand of the calm young man.

Even the boy who holds the token of the General Mansion of Yipin Town, and the Marquis of Wuchang, which is now declining, may not be able to be provoked.

Under the pressure of the middle-aged man's eyes, Fan Xianling had no choice but to give up his seat, Tang Sicheng hooked the corners of his lips, walked over and sat in the lobby to start hearing the case.

The villagers kneeling at the bottom breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that they didn't have to be beaten to the board.

Originally, when Tang Sicheng came to the county government, he asked people to notify people in Zhengjia Village and several nearby villages, and told them that someone from Fucheng was coming to investigate and handle the case of buying and selling land.

Let them have any grievances, they can go to the county hall today to complain.

Originally, these people didn't believe it, but the people sent to them who had read books, and after reading the Fuwen, these villagers ran to tell each other as if they saw hope.

At this time, hundreds of villagers had gathered at the entrance of the yamen hall, just to see if the fields they were forced to sell could be returned.

"My lord, the grass people and others want to sue the big landlords who forcibly bought the fields in our village. And those villagers who were injured and taken away who were unwilling to sell their fields, when will they be released? ”

"Yes, yes, my lord, the grass people also want to sue the Qian family after buying our fields, saying that they will pay to recruit the grass farmers to farm for his family.

But every time we said that we were more than 20 yuan a day, and when we finished the work, they said that we were not doing a good job, and in the end we didn't even get 10 yuan a day. ”

"Yes! My lord. ”

"The Qian family bought all our fields, and in order not to starve to death, we had to go to work for his family, but the Qian family oppressed the grass people and others as tenant slaves."

The people kneeling in the center of the lobby told about what the Qian family had done to the surrounding villagers in recent years.

Tang Sicheng saw that the people below were looking at him with hope, and his heart couldn't help but be sour, he had only been transferred for a few years, and the people had been persecuted by corrupt officials, bullies, and so hard.

Tang Sicheng turned his head to look at the guards sent to arrest the Qian family, and gritted his teeth: "Bring the big landlord of Qian, Qian Ergui." ”

When the big landlord with a vegetable-like face was carried to the lobby by the guards and knelt, when he looked up and saw that the person sitting under the mirror was Tang Sicheng, he knew that he was afraid that he would finish.

As a well-known landowner in Moshan County, how could he not know Tang Sicheng, who used to be a county official here, with an iron-faced selflessness and the name of a clean official.

The big landlord originally wanted to go to court to sue An Xin and a few people about the atrocities against him, but just now he saw Fan Xianling on the side, and the middle-aged strategist beside him exchanged eyebrows.

When he was a gangster, he learned to look at the height of people's eyebrows, and he somewhat understood that those teenagers were the existence that he couldn't provoke.

Tang Sicheng saw that the big landlord of Qian was brought up, and looked at him with a serious expression, with a mocking look in his eyes: "I haven't seen you for a few years, how did the big landlord of Qian become so capable."

He was able to buy an acre of land in the hands of the people with two or three taels of silver, how could the official not know that the current land was so worthless?! ”

The big landlord of money shrank his neck when asked.

Standing at the door of the county hall hall, An Xin in the crowd whispered: "At that time, it was cool to buy land at a low price, but now I am afraid that I will be sent to the crematorium." ”

"Smack!" The shocking wood was slapped heavily in Tang Sicheng's hands: "If you don't invite it quickly, what evil things have you done to endanger the Quartet over the years?" ”

An Xin and a few people stood in the crowd at the door of the county hall and watched Tang Sicheng try the case, Chen Qibao whispered: "This man is really good at trying the case. ”

An Xin glanced at him disdainfully.

As far as she knew, after this young Tang Master was admitted to the Jinshi, he had been in the officialdom for several years. If he doesn't know even the most basic trial, he can go home and sell sweet potatoes.

"My lord, you have been wronged!" The big landlord endured the pain somewhere on his body and wanted to struggle for a while. Make the last effort to see if you can use your three-inch incorruptible tongue to earn a way to live for yourself.

When the people next to him saw that such a wicked man still had the face to cry out for injustice, they really wanted to take off the broken shoes that had revealed their thumbs on their feet, and use their shoehorns to draw flowers on his face.