The Prodigal Son’s Happy Life - Chapter 522

[Chapter 522 The word responsibility]

After the words fell, there was a moment of silence in the entire Yamen.

Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of wailing.

“Sir, it’s unjust, it’s wrong!”

“Sir, all this was done by that traitor Qian Mengchuang, it has nothing to do with us, it has nothing to do with us!”

“”

When Fang Xiu heard these words, the expression on his face did not change at all. , without even looking at them, waved his hand and said coldly: “Take them all down!”

“Yes, sir!”

The pro-military guard next to him immediately stepped forward and pulled away these guys who were still wailing.

Suddenly, only the bookkeeper was left in the entire yamen hall, still standing where he was.

“Sir, what other orders do you have?”

At this moment, the chief clerk was completely desperate.

He knew that the young man in front of him, who didn’t look so serious, could do things more resolutely than what he showed.

Fang Xiu looked at the chief clerk, thought for a moment, and then slowly said: “Bring me the documents, case files, and files of your yamen over the years. I want to see them.”

When the chief clerk heard this, he was slightly startled. He glanced at Fang Xiu subconsciously, and when he saw that his expression didn’t seem to be fake, he suddenly felt very ashamed.

He stood upright, bowed respectfully, and wanted to say some compliments.

The words came to his lips, but he couldn’t say anything. He just said: “Yes, sir!”

The area of Du Ming Mansion is not large, but there are nearly 10,000 households living in this land. They only have basic necessities, food, housing and transportation. Remember .

There are enough files to fill the entire desk.

Therefore, when the clerk moved the documents and files of the Du Ming Mansion Yamen to the main hall of the Yamen as required, there was almost no room left in the main hall of the Yamen.

Even so, Fang Xiu only frowned slightly, then opened these documents and files, page by page, and read them one by one.

When the chief clerk saw this scene, he had a better understanding of this young and excessive inspector who came from the capital.

“Come here, what do the numbers written here mean?”

After a moment, Fang Xiu raised his eyes, looked at the register, and asked.

When the chief clerk heard this, he hurriedly came over, took a look at the document, and began to explain: “Reporting to your lord, these are the grain harvest of Du Ming Mansion last year, a total of…”

Fang Xiu just looked at the document and the documents word by word. Read the dossier one word at a time, and if you encounter something you don’t understand, ask the clerk next to you.

In just three or four hours, I actually saw nearly one-tenth of it.

This efficiency is much faster than imagined.

If this happens every day, it will only take about ten days to read all these files and documents.

But

Fang Xiu knew in his heart that it was impossible for him to stay in this small Du Ming Mansion for more than ten days.

So, he waved his hand and said: “Send all the remaining files and documents to the Shangguan Mansion. I want to see them.”

The pro-military guard next to him hurriedly handed over his hands and said yes.

The chief clerk stood behind him, feeling that there was no part of his body that was not tired.

But he didn’t dare to complain at all.

In fact, he did not have any complaints in his heart.

He has always been responsible for these files and documents. The prefect only takes a look at them occasionally. The combined time is not as much as the three or four hours that the inspector can read.

He understands that the inspector really wants to Do something for the people, not just fulfill His Majesty’s will, or fulfill your duties as an envoy.

Otherwise, we only need to put them in jail, and then randomly find a few scholars or officials to temporarily fill this vacancy. There is no need to be so tired and do everything personally.

Moreover, every case file has been carefully read over the years, and some have even made comments requesting re-examination.

In fact, he knew the situation of most of these case files.

It’s nothing more than something committed by some nobles and gentry, and then asking the prefect to come forward and take over the crime.

Unexpectedly, in such a short period of time, this Lord Inspector would find out all of them.

If he hadn’t seen the fair face of the inspector, he would have thought that Bao Qingtian, whose face was as black as coal, had come back to life.

“You have been standing here for such a long time. Are you tired?”

The chief clerk was thinking wildly when he suddenly heard such a greeting. He woke up immediately and hurriedly bowed and replied: “Your Majesty, are

you not tired?”

Saying this, it actually feels like I can’t stand.

I thought that I was here to help and that the Inspector could say something nice, but I heard the Inspector continued: “It’s okay if you’re not tired. Follow me to the government office and continue to stand.

Even if you are tired, you are standing because you are like this This bullshit exists, so I have to spend all this time today.

Every time I read one more file, every time I review one more document, you give me one more hour to stand. When will I be unable to stand any longer? Let’s talk after falling to the ground.”

When Fang Xiu said this, he paused, glanced at him, and continued: “Don’t play those tricks of pretending to be faint with me. If you let me know, you will reap the rewards!”

When he said this, , bared his teeth and showed a fierce look on his face.

The chief clerk had never heard of such words, had seen such a scene, and witnessed such a ‘contrast’. He was immediately frightened and said hurriedly: “My lord, I understand that

no matter what you order, your Majesty will never have half of it.”

“It’s better to be like this.”

Fang

Xiu snorted twice and stood up from the chair. He suddenly felt dizzy and almost fell to the ground. He shook his head and recovered after a while. come over.

He rubbed his waist, stretched his body, and then said: “Take the files and documents and go back home!”

When he came out of the Yamen, there was no doubt that the sky was already dark.

Zhao Yan was originally waiting for her in the main hall of the Yamen, but after watching the excitement and seeing the mountain-high case files, she sneaked away without even saying hello.

Now, only Fang Xiu was left riding a horse and walking in front.

The distance between Duming Mansion Yamen and Shangguan Mansion is not far.

In other words, the entire Du Ming Mansion only has such a small area. If you ride a horse, you can go from west to east in just two or three sticks of incense, which is completely different from Kyoto Mansion.

“Xu——”

Fang Xiu was riding his horse, and after a while he saw Shangguan’s plaque and got off his horse.

Before he could take a break, he saw a figure appearing in front of him.

Looking up, it was Zhao Yan.

“Why are you just coming back now?”

Zhao Yan just spoke, as if she had discovered something, her words stopped abruptly, she looked at him blankly, and asked: “What’s wrong with your eyes?”

Although her tone was very calm , but the concern contained in it can clearly be heard.

(End of chapter)