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Volume 1, Chapter 20 of Yan Cunzheng: When the bells and drums ring, the officials come to the court

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    Zi Baifeng stayed up late for days and nights, and was busy until midnight. Only then did he sort out the entire account. The little stone had already been carried back to sleep by his father. When Zi Baifeng finally finished sorting it out, he suddenly felt dizzy and bloated.  He almost fell to the ground.  Zi Baifeng has only heard the word "exerting one's energy", but he has never really experienced it himself. Now he understands it.  Not only was he mentally exhausted, but his spiritual power was also exhausted. When he walked out, the cool night wind blew on him, clearing his head. He raised his head and saw that halfway up the Niao Mouse Mountain, Uncle Qingshi was breathing spiritual energy into the moon.  It turned into a line of words: "Alright?" "Alright." Zi Baifeng stretched, his joints crackling, but he heard a snoring coming from one side, and then Zijian's voice came: "It doesn't matter.  Is it over?¡± It was Sigou who was sleeping soundly. He spread a mat on the ground.  Zijian and Yan Laowu, on the other hand, were chatting with each other in lowered voices.  It turns out these people never left.  "It's over." Seeing the concerned faces of his father and Yan Laowu, Zi Baifeng smiled and said, "Fortunately, I have fulfilled my mission." Seeing both of them staring at him, Zi Baifeng turned around and entered the room, taking out two  The ledger comes.  He handed over the two account books, and Yan Laowu flipped them over and immediately stared at him: "Slap me in the face, isn't it?" Although Zijian had some difficulty reading, he was able to understand. He frowned for a moment and said: "  Why are these two numbers different? " "For the same account, this one is enough, and this one is not enough." Zi Baifeng pointed to the account book in his father's hand and said, "The accounts for fifty-three years.  It's all here, not a single stroke was missed. " "Why are there different results" Zijian flipped through it, and every number seemed to be the same.  "The secret must not be leaked." Zi Baifeng yawned, "I will go to see the prince early tomorrow morning. The yawn makes me sleepy." "Thank you for your hard work, scholar." Yan Laowu frowned and looked at the two of them.  He couldn't understand the account book, but he always felt it was unreliable.  It¡¯s obviously not enough, but why is it enough?  What kind of trick is this?  But, if he could see what kind of trick it was, how could Zi Baifeng still be able to fool around?  "Our village is really too poor." It's not that I don't know, but I was shocked when I calculated the approximate property of each household in the village and the public property. Zi Baifeng now calculated the approximate property, but the number was really beyond Zi Baifeng's.  Bo Feng's prediction.  How can such a poor village develop?  Zi Baifeng took care of the accounts, but started to worry about the future again.  No matter how worried he was, when the sun just rose the next day, Zi Baifeng was already ready to go to the city.  "I'll go with you." Zijian had already prepared the burden, and Yan Wu had also prepared dry food.  The two of them had just walked a few steps when they heard a crackling sound behind them, and Xiao Shitou ran over: "Uncle, brother, I'll go with you!" The two looked in the direction of Xiao Shitou.  Standing at the door, looking at them with concern.  "Go back, we'll be back tomorrow." Zijian said.  Mrs. Yanwu smiled, waved her hand, and still stood at the door, refusing to leave. She kept watching as several people disappeared completely, and then turned around.  When they arrived at the entrance of the village, they saw Yan Laowu following him and said, "The fourth one just left." He didn't come to see off Zijian and his son, he just squatted at the entrance of the village and smoked for a while.  After all, Yan Laowu is getting older. This journey is far away and he is unwilling to go there again.  Besides, Zi Baifeng was going to see Fujun. He had been running Xiayan Village for decades, but he didn't even know what Fujun looked like, so it was useless to go there.  He handed over a small cage and said: "If there is any progress, write a note back and let the villagers feel at ease." Xiao Shitou held the cage in his hand. There were two homing pigeons with red eyes and white feathers inside. This belonged to the old man.  There were originally about ten of my favorite things, but most of them ended up in the bellies of the naughty children. These two are the only ones left.  "Sir, are you sure you can understand the note you are writing?" As soon as Zi Baifeng opened his mouth, he couldn't help but slap himself in the mouth again, such a bitch who can't control himself!  No matter the occasion, make complaints!  "I, all seventeen of my characters are upright" In the midst of the old man's clich¨¦s, the group of three people carried the load, the box, and the cage and left.        The gates of Mengcheng are wide open. Today is not a market, and there is no entrance fee for entering. The three fathers and sons of the Zi family were exhausted from the journey, so they put down their burdens under the city gate and rested for a while.  Have a sip of tea to quench your thirst.  Then father and sonThey parted ways, Zijian took Xiao Shitou to pick up work in the streets, and Zi Baifeng went to Mengcheng Mansion by himself.  About ten minutes later, Zi Baifeng had already arrived in front of the Mengcheng Mansion. He informed him of his name and the purpose of his visit. The official guarding the gate let him wait in the corridor for a while, waiting until the man was free.  Go and meet.  Although it is just a small village leader, Mengcheng Prefecture is just a small county town.  But after waiting for no one to call him, he left the gallery and walked inside.  This was not the first time for Mengcheng Mansion. Zi Baifeng was also familiar with the road. He walked directly in the direction of Fujun's study. Who knew that after just a few steps, he saw a man walking inside with his sleeves spread out.  .  Left side, left block.  Right, block right.  Zi Baifeng looked at this man intently and said nothing.  He really didn¡¯t want to talk to this person.  "Hey, isn't this a great talent?" Hu Caijun has been respectful and courteous to everyone since he became the official's clerk, maintaining his image of being studious, but the person in front of him is obviously an exception - already  You¡¯ve broken your skin once, what else do you need to pretend to be?  Hearing the other party's tone, which was like that of a famous prostitute in the capital - the old bustard beside him, Zi Baifeng couldn't help but sigh. He was about to speak sarcastically, but in the end he held back, slightly cupping his hands, and said: "I'm here to see you.  "Meet the Fujun." "The Fujun is busy with government affairs, and I don't have time to see you now." As the Fujun's clerk, theoretically, when these scholars come to meet the Fujun, they want him to pass on the information.  He can pass it on, and he can also explain the Lord's preferences in order to win the gratitude of others.  But Zi Baifeng - just wait, wait for eternity, water drops will penetrate the stone, and by the way, you will smash hundreds of wooden fish and so on. Anyway, you don't want to see Mr. Fu.  As a nerd who doesn't know what's going on outside the window, what extraordinary things can you do?  "To be honest, Hu Caijun really looked down on Zi Baifeng. He was just an idiot who was stupid at reading. Such a person should go back to his mountain home and study scriptures. Being an official would be a waste of money and life.  ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????mbOUT Out  Is asking for orders for the people something you can do casually?  Even if he was beaten to death, Hu Caijun didn't have to worry about it.  However, Hu Caijun promoted the taxation himself. He did not want to leave a bad impression on himself in front of the prince, and the gain outweighed the loss.  The purpose of preventing Zi Baifeng from meeting the Lord was actually to save Zi Baifeng. It was a small profit but a big one, and the military commander knew how to carry it out better than anyone else.  A little Zi Baifeng is just a praying mantis in front of the car. If it hadn't blocked the way forward, who would have bothered to step on him?  "Don't you see me?" Zi Baifeng smiled coldly.  "No." Hu Caijun tilted his head and ran away where he came from.  Zi Baifeng turned around and left. Hu Caijun saw that his back disappeared, and then he went back with satisfaction. Unexpectedly, just as he sat down, he heard the sound of bells and drums outside.  Outside every yamen, there are bells and drums to cry out grievances. It is an iron rule of the imperial court that when the bells and drums ring, the officials must go to court. However, the number of times the grievance bells and drums are rung can only be counted. At least after Hu Caijun arrived at Mengcheng Mansion, he never  Heard that.  "Is it possible" Hu Caijun was suddenly startled, "This boy Baifeng is looking for death!" Despite this, his heart was jumping so fast that he could hardly control himself. This boy Baifeng actually dared to beat the drum and complain!   On the official road outside the gate of Mengcheng, a man and a horse were galloping towards him. Just as the city guards were about to step forward to intercept him, they saw the man's face and instead stopped him: "Thank you, General Luo!" Luo!  The general was dusty but looked serious. Without saying a word, he entered the city gate on horseback and went straight to Mengcheng Mansion.  There was a secret letter in his arms. Although he had not opened it, he knew that what Fu Jun was worried about had come true. Now he must let Fu Jun know as soon as possible. The more time he has, the more preparation he will have.  If not, Usha would really fall off.  Who would have known that before arriving at Mengcheng Mansion, I would hear the sound of bells and drums, and pedestrians on the road would look askance.  General Luo subconsciously pulled the reins, and the running horse Herod neighed, raised his front hooves, and stopped abruptly.  ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????:????? Gently caressed the horse on his crotch, comforted the horse that was treading its hooves restlessly, and General Luo looked sideways.  Sitting outside the yamen facing north and south, a young bachelor in green blouses was holding a drumstick in one hand and a bell in the other, and was enjoying himself.  "Nonsense!" Drumming is for common people to redress their grievances. If a literati wants to redress their grievances, they must go through the procedure of handing in documents. General Luo has been in charge of criminal law, so he naturally understands this. He saw a bachelor beating drums to redress grievances.  , and became angry.  The king of the house has everything to do every day??, they are working hard for the sake of the people, but these bachelors are still busy adding trouble, so shameless.  Luo Qianshan stood up and dismounted, waved to a messenger, asked him to take the horse to the official post, and walked towards the yamen gate.  "Who beats the drum to complain?" A man dressed as a master pushed open the door and walked out, saying: "Come in and state your grievances!" "Student Zi Baifeng." Zi Baifeng cupped his fists and said loudly.  Seeing Zi Baifeng, the man dressed as a master also had a slight headache.  Zi Baifeng's reputation is actually quite good. Half of it is due to his talent, the other half is due to his reputation, and the other half is due to his unlucky character.  "Come in!" The master turned around and stepped aside. Zi Baifeng put down the bell and drum and walked in carrying a wooden box.
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