However, before Chen Yuanwai could answer, Ji Ziming shouted: "Here comes someone!"

After the two squads of yamen servants bowed in response, Ji Ziming quietly winked at the squad leader, took out a lottery ticket from the lottery tube on the table, threw it on the ground, pointed at Mr. Chen and shouted: "No need for severe punishment.

I’m afraid you won’t confess honestly! Come on, fight me firmly!”

The class leader clasped his fists in response, and without waiting for Chen Yuanwai to react, he led several government officials to Chen Yuanwai's side. They put Chen Yuanwai to the ground and then took out a rag from his body and stuffed it into Chen Yuanwai's mouth.

He said in a loud voice: "But I can't help it. Every wrong has its owner, and every debt has its owner. Mr. Chen, please don't find the wrong person."

Hearing what the class leader said, Chen Yuanwai immediately started struggling crazily——

Having had many dealings with the government, Chen Yuanwai naturally knows the meaning behind this. The so-called hard beating usually means that the thunder is loud and the rain is small, and the board is raised high and dropped hard, but it will be folded before hitting the person.

With some force, the sound sounds loud, but in fact it doesn't matter.

As for a solid blow, you don’t have to hold back even half of your strength. The solid water and fire stick falls firmly on the person. The sound is not very loud. However, one stick can make the skin and flesh of the person open, and ten sticks are enough to break the muscles.

If the broken bones were broken a few more times, they would probably not even be able to save their lives. This was probably the case with the so-called killing sticks in Guanying.

Now that the dog officer has said that he must be beaten firmly, and the squad leader also said that every wrongdoer has his own debtor, doesn't that mean he is going to take his own life?

However, no matter how hard Mr. Chen struggled, he could not break away from the rope tied up by the yamen leader himself. No matter how hard his tongue was, he could not push out the rag stuffed in his mouth.

"puff!"

One end was as red as blood, and the other end was as dark as ink. The stick landed heavily on Chen Yuanwai's buttocks. Chen Yuanwai suddenly raised his head and feet like a fish, and big beads of sweat appeared from his forehead.

The veins on his neck and arms also bulged high.

On the one hand, Chen Er was being tortured, but on the other hand, Ji Ziming changed his expression, looked at Chen Er with a smile and said: "Chen Er, I want to ask you, apart from occupying your fields, has this officer ever obeyed the rules honestly?

The official's "Never Add Fu Edict"?"

"With such a talent, I'm afraid I can't compare to He Er."

If he hadn't carefully read the information about Ji Ziming, if he hadn't listened to the people on the streets of Quanzhou and learned too much about Ji Ziming's rules for collecting money and doing things, Zhao Huan would never have been able to distinguish the Qingtian man who made the decision for the people in front of him from the Quanzhou man.

This is connected with the common people's saying "The sky is three feet high".

What a waste of talent. Let’s not talk about Ji Qingtian’s ability to govern the local area. His acting skills alone are enough to be regarded as a movie king. He would be a pillar-level existence in any theater troupe.

It's a pity that Ji Ziming is not He Er after all, and Zhao Huan is not a stupid young man who has just ascended the throne. Naturally, he has noticed Ji Ziming's every move.

"stop!"

It wasn't until Chen Yuanwai received a few more solid blows from the stick, and when he saw that there would be problems if he continued to hit him, Zhao Huan gently shook his folding fan twice and stood up from the crowd.

"Be bold!"

With a slap on the wall, Ji Ziming pointed at Zhao Huan and yelled: "Who are you? You dare to disturb the court!"

Zhao Huan put away the folding fan with a swish, and sneered: "How brave you are to point your hand at me like this! Let me remind you, when you point at others with two fingers, there are at least three fingers still there.

Pointing at you."

After he finished speaking, Zhao Huan pointed at Mr. Chen with his fan and asked: "Let me ask you, why don't you let him finish his words before using the torture? Is there such a rule in the "Song Xingtong" of the Song Dynasty?

?”

Ji Ziming wasn't worried at all.

Because Ji Ziming, who became an official during Huizong's reign, did not know Zhao Huan, but Ji Ziming had heard the story that today's officials prefer to serve privately.

For Ji Ziming, since he can't tell whether the person in front of him is an official visiting incognito, the safest way is to endure it. No matter where the person in front of him comes from, as long as the official stays in Quanzhou for a day, for this kind of person

You can't offend a person like Young Master, even if he spits on you in front of your face, you still have to do it.

Of course, if the person in front of him is not an official but an ordinary scholar, then wait until the official completely leaves Quanzhou before slowly liquidating the situation, so that he can understand what it means to be an official of the imperial court and not to be taken lightly.

"Seeing that you are also educated, I will have a few words with you."

Having made up his mind, Ji Ziming said: "Now that the Holy Emperor is on the throne, he has issued the "Edict of Never Adding Fu" and ordered people to re-measure the land of the world. This shows the official's love for officials.

But the tortured Mr. Chen in front of you is full of tricks. Not only did he secretly transfer his family's property to his clan members and tenants, but he also secretly increased the rent of the tenants. He really regarded the emperor's life as nothing, and the officials loved and protected the people.

My heart has been completely taken advantage of by such villains."

After finishing speaking, Ji Ziming raised his hands in the direction of Bianjing and said with dignity: "If we really follow the "Song Xingtong", I really shouldn't order people to beat him like this. However, the people of Chenjiazhuang are deeply affected by this."

I am a herdsman on behalf of the emperor, so why should I not be able to beat him when he is suffering?"

"Wonderful, really wonderful."

Zhao Huan unfolded the folding fan with a swish sound and said with a smile: "If I hadn't known that you, Ji Ziming, are the famous Three Feet in the Sky in Quanzhou, I would have thought you were the reincarnation of Bao Heizi."

"You are brave!"

Ji Ziming was immediately furious. He slapped the tree and shouted: "I got the name "Three Feet High in the Sky" because I have no choice but to be punished. Even if I have to be punished, I should be impeached by Yushitai.

You can only be convicted after trial. How dare you, a little scholar, humiliate me here!"

"Then you might as well say it and let the people of Quanzhou listen."

Zhao Huan said with a smile: "It's just right to let the people of Quanzhou know your difficulties Ji Sanchi, so as not to wrongly accuse you."

"you!"

Ji Ziming stretched out his hand and pointed at Zhao Huan, and then remembered what Zhao Huan had just said, and put down his finger angrily, saying angrily: "These rural sages and gentry live in the fish and meat village for a day or two, but they collude with each other to cover up. If it weren't for me,

If you slander your name, how can you gain their trust, and how can you get evidence of their violation of laws and disciplines?"

As he talked, Ji Ziming almost believed this rhetoric, and even the look on his face became a little aggrieved.

"Since you are also a scholar, I won't embarrass you. You should retreat first. After I have dealt with Mr. Chen and a group of lawless squires and restored the people of Quanzhou to a peaceful life, you can come back and tell me what to do.

?”

"Not really."
Chapter completed!