An Le is dealing with the matter of the plan with Zhang Poji and others.

At the end of the year, the imperial court will also send special officials to the county to check one by one to see if it can be completed, and if the verification results are too different from the above figures, then the officials may be removed from office on the spot.

Therefore, An Le attaches great importance to this matter, and every day as long as there is no special government affairs to deal with, he will stay in this cramped main cabinet with Zhang Poji and others to deal with clerical matters.

There are a lot of things to be counted, and a total of 13 items should be counted: the number of warehouses in the territory, the number of strong men and women, the number of old and weak, the number of officials and Confucian students, the number of people who make a living, the number of horses, cattle, stalks, and so on.

Even if he is a veteran of official documents like Zhang Poji, he must devote himself to it to figure out a clue.

Fortunately, this time I got the help of Li Zhang sent by the palace, so things went a lot smoother than before.

In just a few days, the names of the number of strong men and women in each county have all been summed up in charts, and it looks a lot clearer.

Although it will take a few days for the new paper made in the workshop to be delivered to the Prime Minister's Mansion, An Le is already confident about this year's plan.

Today, An Le also came to the main pavilion early in the morning, and this sitting was more than an hour, and his legs and feet were numb.

Just as he wanted to stand up and go to the courtyard to breathe, he suddenly heard a dull drum beat.

At the moment when the drum beat came, Zhang Poji, Li Zhang, and several scholars in the main book pavilion all raised their heads.

Everyone could hear that this was not an ordinary drum, but the sound of the drum at the entrance of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

In Dahan, a lawsuit is called a complaint, and there are two types of impeachment.

One is that the victim directly sues the government, that is, a private prosecution; The other is the impeachment of officials after they perceive something illegal.

Naturally, the only time that can be used is when the people complain privately, but it is not a necessary step to beat the drum of grievances, because the people can quietly hand the documents of the private prosecution to the prime minister's house.

Therefore, this beating of the drum of injustice is just a judicial ceremony with more symbolic meaning than practical significance.

Those who beat the drum of grievances not only want to fight lawsuits, but also want to redress grievances.

And this injustice is often related to the eunuchs and magnates, otherwise ordinary people in cloth clothes would not take this step.

Because the law of the Han Dynasty stipulates that it is forbidden for the inferior to denounce the superior, no matter what the facts are, the accuser must be punished first.

This means that a case that beats the drum of grievances must be a tricky case.

For magistrates who wanted to rule the country, more was better than less, and their first thought was often not to find out the grievances, but to get bored with the drummers.

This is also the fundamental reason why the people complain about their grievances and do not get a good face.

Even if he is a follower like An Le, he is still not immune to this kind of thinking.

This is the limitation of the times.

The drum sounded three ways, and the people in the main cabinet reacted differently.

An Le stood up with a grim face; Zhang Poji put down the pen in his hand and listened; A few Shuzuo looked up at An Le in a panic, and then lowered their heads again; Only Li Zhang, who already knew about this arrangement, did not change in the whole process, but continued to do what he was doing with a smile.

"Let's go, go out and have a look." After An Le finished speaking, he brushed his sleeves and went out.

Of course, An Le's words were only said to Zhang Poji, the master bookkeeper, so he was the only one who walked out.

The main pavilion was at the back of the main hall, and it didn't take long to walk over, so the two of them were silent all the way.

When they went around to the main hall, Jiang Yu also happened to run in in a hurry, still holding the self-confession written by Liu He one by one.

"Who is so bold outside the mansion that he dares to beat the drum of injustice without authorization?!"

An Le Tieqing sat down, Zhang Poji asked while scolding, and went to get the piece of wood with Jiang Yu, who had already knelt on the ground.

This simple sentence has already set the matter to a certain degree: there must be people who want to make trouble.

"It's that, it's this......" Jiang Yu hesitated for a while, and he didn't say the words "King of Changyi".

If Jiang Yu said these three words, it would be equivalent to saying "It was the bold man of King Changyi who beat the drum without authorization", and Jiang Yu didn't dare to touch this mold.

Zhang Poji was a little annoyed and took the piece of wooden hemp in his hand.

But before Zhang Poji could read the above words, he found that there was a person behind Jiang Yu.

"Yu Langzhong? What are you doing here? ”

Yu Wuwu saluted, with a rare hint of playfulness on his face.

"Otherwise, Master Zhang will read the self-complaint first, and then we will talk about it in detail."

Zhang Qu was even more confused, this Yu Langzhong is very square in doing things on weekdays, why is Meng Lang so Meng Lang today? Could it be that if you follow that highness for a long time, you will really become insane?

Zhang Qushu brought the wooden slip in front of him and looked at it carefully.

This word is really written to be flattering, and I don't know if this sue is for greed, and invited a Confucian scholar who is not in the stream to write it for them.

"Gu private prosecutor Liu He, who lives in the Changyi Palace in the southwest of Changyi City, is more than a mile away from the Prime Minister's Mansion, and is 16 years old. Today, there is a young mansion and a man who is not stingy with this, greedy for ink ......"

Zhang Poji only read these two sentences, his mouth seemed to be burned, and he suddenly closed, and looked at Yu Wuwu who seemed to be smiling in front of him with a pale face.

"This, this...... What does this mean, Your Highness? Zhang Poji trembled and raised the piece of wood in his hand.

"This is a self-confession written by His Royal Highness himself, why, Master He thinks His Highness's words are ugly, so he can't read it?"

"In Yu Lang, contemptible people don't mean this, contemptible people mean ......"

At this time, Zhang Poji made exactly the same mistake as Jiang Yu just now, and he couldn't speak.

The complaint in that hand is like a piece of red-hot charcoal, it is not collected, nor is it thrown away.

"Yu Langzhong wait a moment, I'll go and tell An Le Xiang now."

"No."

Zhang Poji drove away Jiang Yu who was kneeling on the ground with a look, and then hurriedly ran into the main hall and handed over the piece of wood to An Le.

Like Zhang Poji's reaction, An Le's face changed as soon as he looked at it twice.

But he didn't stop, but put his hand on his forehead and read down, and the more he read, the more headache he felt.

"The widow was deceived, physically and mentally exhausted, and he was afraid all night, and he was forced to pay for the reward and detention, and chased money and food, and did not hesitate to ask questions. Sit, beg! ”

An Lexiang finally finished reading this self-confession, and then returned the wooden slip to the other party.

"Hurt me, I didn't say anything rebellious just now, did I?" An Le asked with palpitations, for fear that he had just said something that would offend His Highness.

"Not really, the subordinate doesn't seem to have said it, right?" Zhang Poji also asked tentatively.

"You and I are both honest people, how can we say those unorthodox words?"

"That's good, that's good."

The main hall of the Prime Minister's Mansion fell into a somewhat awkward atmosphere, and when the embarrassment dissipated, all that remained was panic and incomprehension.

The drum outside the gate of the mansion was still ringing non-stop, and the muffled drum beat on the hearts of An Le and Zhang Poji, making them upset, and there seemed to be a mouthful of old blood in their chests, and they couldn't vomit if they wanted to.

In the end, An Le calmed down first.

"What does this Highness want to do, isn't it really a madness."