Dong Dong Dong——
The drums of grievances were being honked, and the people who were crowded in the long street were all upset.
They felt very heartbroken.
I don't understand why anyone would sue their benefactor.
Uncle Guo has obviously done so many good things and helped so many poor people, but in the end he has to be sued in court.
This makes Uncle Guo so heartbroken!
"Boy, please stop knocking. If you have any grievances, go to the court and state your grievances to the Lord Temple Minister."
Two police officers walked out of the gate and waved to Zhang Xiaopou and the old man on crutches.
After hearing this, the two men immediately put down their drumsticks. Zhang Xiaopou stepped forward to pick up the two people he had thrown to the ground, and then he and the old man on crutches followed Mr. Chai into the gate of Dali Temple.
Su Zheng and Fang Chengyu also carried people in and followed behind.
"Master Qingtian, you must make a clear decision. Uncle Guo is the reincarnation of Bodhisattva. He is a great and good man!"
"Master Qingtian please make a clear decision!"
Seeing Zhang Xiaozu enter the temple gate, the people from Guojiu's Mansion who were mixed in the crowd suddenly became bolder again.
A few words incited the people's emotions again, and soon people all over the street were kneeling on the ground, crying and asking Master Qingtian to make a clear decision.
Zhang Xiaozhu sneered in his heart after hearing this. He had to let Mr. Qingtian of Dali Temple tell the truth today.
There is a side hall in the main hall below the gate. There is a desk in the side hall, and a recorder is sitting behind the desk.
Zhang Xiaozu and others were brought to the desk.
The reporter's eyes fell on a few people and he wanted to ask, but the deafening screams of the six people in the uncle's house prevented him from speaking.
And the air gradually filled with the stench of feces and urine. It was the six people who were tortured by the burning pain of their souls and became incontinent.
Fang Chengyu's face turned pale. He would rather be torn into pieces by the uncle's palace than confront Zhang Xiaozu.
Zhang Xiaozu waved his hand to wipe away the power of the ghost curse on the souls of the six people, and said to Su Zheng: "Take them to cleanse."
"——" Su Zheng glanced at Zhang Xiaopou dejectedly.
He felt that he, the noble prince of a country, was about to turn into a dung official who dealt with filth and filth.
"I am the fifteenth prince, Su Zheng, and I order you to clean up these six things."
Su Zheng showed his identity as the fifteenth prince, took out his identity token, and gave orders to several Dali Temple officials beside him.
"Yes!" Several government officials were shocked when they saw Su Zheng's identity token. They quickly saluted Su Zheng and took the order, carrying the six unconscious people from Guojiu's house to clean up.
The reporter also hurriedly came out from behind the copywriter to salute Su Zheng.
Su Zheng waved his hand and said: "You should do whatever you want, just pretend that this prince does not exist."
"Yes." The clerk nodded in agreement, stood up and walked back behind the desk. After sitting down, he looked at Zhang Xiaozu and the old man on a crutch and asked, "Who is complaining?"
"Zhang Xiaozu." Zhang Xiaozu replied.
"Lame old man," the old man replied.
The reporter's eyes fell on the old man, and he frowned and said: "Joking is not allowed in Dali Temple. This reporter asks you your name, and you must answer truthfully."
"I've fucking forgotten my name a long time ago. Everyone calls me Cripple Wang. If you don't think it sounds good, please give me a name for Cripple." Old Man Wang said with a loud voice.
"Okay, let's call him Wang Laizi." The recorder didn't insist on it. He picked up a pen and wrote down the names of Zhang Xiaozhu and Wang Laizi on two blank booklets.
He first put Wang Laizi's book aside, looked at Zhang Xiaozu and asked: "Zhang Xiaozu, who and what are you going to sue?"
"I want to sue my uncle Cao Deming for using vicious tricks to kill people and forcing good people into prostitution." Zhang Xiaozhu replied.
The recorder was shocked when he heard this.
He had heard in the morning that someone was coming to sue Uncle Guo, but no one knew what they wanted to sue Uncle Guo, so when he heard Zhang Xiaopou say it, he couldn't help but feel scared.
Because if the crime alleged by Zhang Xiaozhu is proven, Uncle Guo may not be able to escape the death penalty.
"What, can't you sue?" Zhang Xiaozhu couldn't help asking coldly when he saw the pen hanging on the recorder.
"Yes." The recorder responded, then recorded it in the book, and asked: "Is there a complaint?"
"No."
"Do you have any fame?"
"No, just a commoner." Zhang Xiaopou replied.
The recorder frowned when he heard this, because he knew that Zhang Xiaopeng was the imperial lieutenant general, but he did not ask directly, but tactfully reminded: "Complaining against an official by a citizen is the following disrespectful act, so you should be punished first whether it is justified or not."
Fifty killing sticks."
The implication is that Zhang Xiaopeng should sue his uncle as a royal lieutenant general, so that he can be exempted from the punishment of fifty killing sticks.
He was kindly reminding Su Zheng for the sake of Su Zheng, but he never thought that Zhang Xiaopou didn't know the heart of a good person, so he yelled and cursed: "What kind of bullshit rule is this? I've beaten people to death with fifty sticks, and you're suing his mother."
Eggs!"
boom!
The recorder slammed the table and shouted: "Why are you angry? People who complain to officials will be beaten first. This is an eternal rule. It was like this before, it is like this now, and it will be like this in the future!"
Otherwise, who would have any respect for officials? Wouldn’t it be that they are lunatics, drunkards, fools, and idiots who would dare to go to court to sue officials?”
"Haha, ridiculous, so damn ridiculous!"
"why are you laughing?"
Zhang Xiaozhu yelled angrily: "Since ancient times, the people have not fought with the officials. If they were not forced to survive, who the hell would sue the officials?
If you don’t believe me, go and ask His Majesty, was he forced to rebel before he was forced to survive?”
"Be bold!"
He stood up while recording the incident, his eyelids were beating sharply, and his heart was suddenly suffocated and he couldn't breathe.
He felt like he was going to be scared to death by Zhang Xiaopou's words.
Not to mention him, even Su Zheng was so frightened that his eyelids jumped.
boom!
Zhang Xiaozu raised his eyebrows, slapped the copy to pieces, and cursed: "That's bullshit Dali Temple. Officials protect each other. It's useless. I'll go to the fucking palace to complain."
"Good boy, the lame man will walk with you!"
Wang Laizi was not afraid of serious trouble and wanted to go to the palace with Zhang Xiaozhu to complain, because he came to sue his uncle Cao Deming today and had no intention of going back alive.
"You - you -" Zhang Xiaozhu and Wang Laizi were so angry that they were shaking all over.
He felt very wronged.
Because he just followed the process and recorded it, and kindly reminded Zhang Xiaozu, but he was scolded by Zhang Xiaozu, who almost frightened him to death, and was also labeled as an official protecting each other.
He felt so wronged that he wanted to cry.
"General Zhang, please stay!"
Tan Yuanji, the minister of Dali Temple, walked out of the yamen in the courtyard and said with a cold face: "Dali Temple has always been impartial and impartial in handling cases. They only look at the law and not their identity. Today, before I even went to court to question the case, General Zhang detained him."
The stigma of officials protecting each other is too unfair!"
Zhang Xiaozhu stopped when he heard this, turned around and walked into the courtyard through the hall below the gate. He looked at each other across the courtyard with Tan Yuanji, and asked with a sneer: "Common people come to accuse corrupt officials, and you will be punished before you even open your mouth."
Beaten to death with ten powerful sticks, what is this if not officials protecting each other?"
"There is a difference between superiority and inferiority. It should be the same if the inferior is guilty of the superior. Moreover, if there is any injustice, a steel tooth can be broken into pieces to survive fifty killing sticks." Tan Yuanji said with his hands behind his hands.
"Dare you ask me your surname?" Zhang Xiaozu asked.
"My lord, Tan Yuanji."
"Hey, it turns out you are Tan Yuanji, the thief who colluded with Daya, colluded with Japanese pirates, provided imperial intelligence, and intended to rebel!" Zhang Xiaozu shouted suddenly.
"——" Tan Yuanji's face turned livid with anger. He really wanted to curse "fart", but he held back due to his status.
Zhang Xiaozhu sneered and said: "If you feel that you have been wronged and wronged, you can come to me to tell your innocence, but before you speak, you have to get fifty sticks from me. I believe that if you are really wronged and wronged, you will be able to crush a steel tooth to carry it."
live."
Tan Yuanji's eyes twitched hard, and he said sarcastically: "General Zhang Lang's martial arts skills are unparalleled and majestic. He can kill gods and demons. With my old and flabby bones, why do I need fifty sticks? I only need one stick to do it."
He was knocked to pieces by General Zhang."
"Old man, you know clearly that you can't withstand my fifty sticks, but you think that the people can withstand your fifty killing sticks from Dali Temple. Can you tell me the truth behind this?" Zhang
The pawn's airway.
Tan Yuanji looked ugly because he couldn't explain this.
If you have to say it, then you can only say that there is a difference between superiority and inferiority, and the inferior should not offend the superior.
After a moment of silence, he suddenly took a deep breath, bowed to Zhang Xiaopeng, and said: "General Zhang is justified in scolding me. I can't bear Zhang Lang's fifty sticks. Why do I think the people can bear it?"
Where are the fifty sticks for the yamen? I will write a note tonight and report this unreasonable rule to Your Majesty tomorrow morning."
Zhang Xiaozhu couldn't help but be surprised when he heard this. He never expected that after being scolded by him, Tan Yuanji would put down his identity and admit his mistakes in person. This made him look at Tan Yuanji in a high regard.
So he calmed down and gave Tan Yuanji a gift in return.
"I heard that General Zhang Lang is here to sue Uncle Guo?" The atmosphere relaxed a little, and Tan Yuanji took the opportunity to bring the topic to the main topic.
But it has to be said that after Zhang Xiaozu made such a fuss, his attitude obviously changed.
Originally, he was sitting in the high hall, looking down at the hall with a proud posture, but now, like the scene in front of him, he was standing in the same courtyard with Zhang Xiaozu, and his posture changed from looking down to looking straight up.
"Yes." Zhang Xiaozu nodded.
"General Zhang, please move to the lobby." Tan Yuanji said.
"It's better to interrogate it in this courtyard." Zhang Xiaozu said.
"Why?"
“The lobby space is too small and cannot be opened for questioning.”
"That's fine, it doesn't matter if I make an exception." Tan Yuanji nodded, looked at Wang Laizi and asked, "Is my father-in-law the victim?"
"Cripple Wang pays homage to your lord. Please forgive me for my inconvenience in my legs and feet and my inability to kowtow to you." Cripple Wang said respectfully.
"No problem." Tan Yuanji waved his hand and said, "Come here, bring me a chair and ask everyone inside to come out. Today we will file a case in this courtyard."
"yes."
"My lord, it is true that the little old man is the victim, but he is not the victim of the case that Zhang Langjiang sued." Wang Laizi said.
"Oh, aren't my husband and Zhang Lang together?" Tan Yuanji asked in surprise.
"no."
"Then, who do you want to sue, my father-in-law? What are you suing for?"
"The little old man told the uncle's house that Cao Deming sent people to massacre eighty-nine people in Xiangyang Village at the foot of Qinnan Mountain——
No, there is also a poor unborn baby in the mother's belly, so that's a total of ninety lives.
Please ask Mr. Qingtian to redress the grievances of the ninety people who died tragically in Xiangyang Village!"
After Wang Laizi finished speaking, he threw away the crutch in his hand with a clang and knelt down towards Tan Yuanji.
This kneeling is for the ninety wronged souls of Xiangyang Village.
"What did you say?!" Tan Yuanji heard thunder and wondered if he heard it wrong.
"I want to sue my uncle Cao Deming for sending people to kill ninety people in Xiangyang Village at the foot of Qinnan Mountain. Please ask Mr. Qingtian to avenge the wronged souls!" Wang Laizi knelt on the ground and roared every word like thunder.
Zhang Xiaozu's face instantly became as gloomy as the sky covered with dark clouds before a storm.
The last thing he wanted to do was massacre the village.
This chapter has been completed!