All under the world is the king's land, and all the king's ministers are the king's ministers.

Jiajing was at its peak, and those little and dirty nights in the Ming Dynasty naturally had nowhere to hide.

Taking "Journey to the West" as the fuse, the Silijian and the Cabinet gave guidelines. The Jinyiwei, the Ministry of Justice, and the Dali Temple jointly operated to crack down on scholars' illegal crimes. It was soon launched in a prosperous place in Jiangnan's culture.

The joint investigation team of the Jinyiwei, the Ministry of Justice, and Dali Temple have returned from Zhu Zi's hometown and obtained a lot of evidence of crime, which has ruined the family.

And this case was made a typical example of slandering the emperor and slandering the court.

On this day, Zhu Qi, the leader of the Jinyiwei, secretly returned to Lin'an.

The one who received their group was naturally Yang Jinshui, the minister of overseas trade "commerce". For Jin Yiwei, this is his own person.

Zhejiang, Lin'an, Weaving Bureau, Yang Jinshui's mansion.

The delicious food was useless to them. At this time, each person had three legs in front of him: a lamb leg, a dog leg, and a fat pig's trotter.

There is no need to drink wine. In front of each person is a big wine jar with a piece of red paper pasted on it, all with the words "San Shi Nian" written on it.

At the wine table, the atmosphere was harmonious.

Yang Jinshui knew that this time, it was not just Zhu Zi's home that had been destroyed. Next, I don't know how many people were going to destroy their homes, and I don't know how many people were going to lose their heads.

But this is what they asked for.

Long lively, it is already very merciful to destroy the three clans.

Another dish came, a large tray with four large bowls in it, each with a braised lion head as big as a hydrangea.

The person who delivered the food was the eunuch who followed Yang Jinshui. At this time, he smiled and put the food in front of the four of them, and then came to Yang Jinshui's ear: "Godfather, Zheng Michang is here."

Yang Jinshui frowned: "Why is he here? What's the matter!"

The eunuch of the follower: "It's said that something big is going to happen, so I will definitely let my godfather meet him."

The four Jinyiwei put down their chopsticks and looked at Yang Jinshui, with a solemn expression instantly.

They had just arrived in Lin'an secretly, and Zheng Michang, the governor who manages government affairs in a province in Zhejiang, came. Don't let the news leak out.

This is a big deal!

Yang Jinshui pondered for a moment and stood up: "It shouldn't be this. A few brothers eat and drink slowly, and I'll go back in a while."

The four Jinyiwei stood up and handed over to see him off.

Yang Jinshui walked into the living room with a smile on his face. When he saw Zheng Michang, he said, "Haha, a rare guest!"

Zheng Michang stood up, wearing casual clothes, but a wide belt was tied around his head, and his face was dark.

"What? Are you sick?" Yang Jinshui looked at the strap on his head.

Zheng Michang's face was bitter and looked unhappy: "The headache was half because I was under the wind, and half because I was forced by them."

Yang Jinshui's expression remained unchanged: "Who dares to force the governor of Zhejiang? Sit, sit first."

As he said that, he sat down first.

Zheng Michang also sat down and stopped going around. Zhao said directly: "Eunuch Yang, am I sad? It's not right to do it, nor is it not right to not do it. The burden is on me alone. It's almost five years, so I'm anxious!"

Yang Jinshui looked at him and knew that he was talking about changing rice into mulberry, so he asked, "What happened again? The court will not urge you to change rice into mulberry, just change it slowly."

Zheng Michang shook his head: "How many crops have been produced when I transformed this rice into mulberry over the years? I destroyed green seedlings, dug river embankments, forced buying and selling. The local officials are eager for quick success and instant benefits! Some officials are the same..."

Yang Jinshui thought to himself: There is one thing, but you, Zheng Michang, is not the figure behind you. You want both political achievements and reputation, and you want to be a bitch and set up a archway.

Zheng Michang continued: "Anotherwise, the common people are stupid and do not need some means. This can never be done when changing rice into mulberry! Eunuch Yang, now the officialdom is in turmoil, and I really don't dare to make a mistake. Look, can the silk delivered next year be slightly reduced?"

"Mr.com, I know it's hard for you to do it, but I, the Jiangnan weaving industry, is also hard for you to do it! Next year will be the last year to change rice into mulberry. If you can't make enough profits, what do you think of the palace? It's not as good as before. The useless departments and useless officials will be directly cut off!"

Yang Jinshui suddenly stood up and paced in the hall.

Zheng Michang sighed: "Eunuch Yang, you have connections. Old Zheng, I'll ask how big the storm will be this time? I'm afraid!"

Yang Jinshui still shook his head.

Zheng Michang was in tears: "Eunuch Yang, let me tell you the truth! The Ministry of Personnel has begun to investigate the officialdom in Zhejiang. In those years...we..."

"What are we?" Yang Jinshui said in a clear way: "I am the master of Long Sui. I dare not put a ounce of silver into my pocket. What are you afraid of when you have a clean sleeve?"

“…”

Zheng Michang was confused. Who was not greedy in the officialdom in those years?

One year, the Qing magistrate returned 100,000 silver silver!

You are ashore, what should we do if we are still in the quagmire?

Now seeing Yang Jinshui's face, Zheng Michang's eyes turned black again.

In this moment, the scene of a senior official falling down in the lobby of the governor's yamen suddenly appeared in his mind. Then he fell down like a firewood and knew nothing.

Yang Jinshui was startled and then looked at the Zhejiang governor on the ground: "Pretending to be dead! You can't escape even if you pretend to be dead!"

As he said that, he left Zheng Michang and turned back to the backyard.

Seeing Yang Jinshui come in, the four Jinyiwei put down their chopsticks and stood up.

"I'm neglected. Sit, sit." Yang Jinshui greeted and sat down, and Zhu Qi and the four Jinyiwei also sat down again.

Yang Jinshui said what happened just now.

A Jinyiwei slapped the table and said with a grim smile: "Isn't he afraid of being investigated for this trick? Then check it out from him."

Another Jinyiwei followed and said with a smile: "What a rank official! The green-haired turtle in Yongding River is less than his."

Another Jinyiwei grinned: "I was worried that I could not catch anyone, but he came to my door in person."

Zhu Qi pondered for a moment: "After all, he is the governor of a province. We have a great task this time, and we are not here to arrest corrupt officials. In this way, we will meet him first."

Four Jinyiwei followed Yang Jinshui to the living room, and saw Zheng Michang lying straight on the brick floor with a firm face at this time, looking at the roof.

Zheng Michang seemed to feel something, and his eyes couldn't help but look at the threshold. He saw a few pairs of legs wearing linen shoes, with iron legs stepped in from the door.

Then, the legs of the iron pillar stood firm on both sides of his body.

Zheng Michang was a little surprised, his eyes slowly looked up, saw the black robe with a flat knee and the blue belt with a bulging waist, and suddenly, his eyes were panicked.

A sign was hung on a belt, with the "Beizhen Fushi" engraved on it!

Zheng Michang's panic-like little eyes suddenly looked up, and saw the people's shoulders towering and their fingers slightly widened, just like several eagles with slightly spreading their wings and preparing to bounce to catch their prey. Their eyes were more like eagle eyes, and they stared at him coldly.

Zheng Michang trembled and supported the ground with his hands and wanted to get up.

"No price." Zhu Qi's cold voice sounded: "It's cool on the ground, lie down more."

Zheng Michang shook his hand and sat there again.

Zhu Qi smiled and said, "Are you sitting here and talking with a cool and cool place, or are you getting up and going to the governor's office to talk?"

What did I say?

Zheng Michang's eyes turned a little dark again, and he was dizzy. He immediately closed his eyes again, sat there and tried his best to calm his mind. It took a while before he slowly opened his eyes and knelt respectfully on the ground: "My Zhejiang governor Zheng Michang respectfully invites the Holy One!"

Zhu Qi stood there: "Sage Bing An."

Zheng Michang kowtowed, then stood up with the help of two little eunuchs: "Please ask several imperial envoys to the government office, and the officials will reply one by one."

Zhu Qi thought for a while and nodded.

Four chairs were placed side by side under the south window, and four Jinyiwei sat there with their backs facing the window.

Zheng Michang sat in the middle of the room facing the Jinyiwei.

In this way, the light outside the window shone on Zheng Michang's face, and his beards and eyebrows appeared. The faces of the four Jinyiwei were dark, and Zheng Michang couldn't see their faces clearly.

After picking up something that could wash yourself without making people think it was a place for him, Zheng Michang stopped and looked at the Jinyiwei.

The expressions of the four Jinyiwei were still submerged in the darkness and could not be distinguished.

"The officials who should be said have said everything." Zheng Michang swallowed: "Several officials can ask Eunuch Yang. If the officials have been working in Zhejiang for so many years, as long as it is a matter in the palace, they have not done their best. This time, some people are doing it, and their intention is to disobey the national policy of changing rice into mulberry. Please tell Eunuch Yang that you must not misunderstand it."

"You can tell these words yourself." Zhu Qi said: "I'll ask you a few words now, and you must answer truthfully."

Zheng Michang: "May I ask, please?"

Zhu Qi: "Do you know that some literati in Jiangnan slandered the court and threw dirty water on Long Live Master?"

Zheng Michang's eyes widened and his heart beat like a drumbeat: "This is going to be a head-cut! If the official knew about it, he would have sent troops to capture it."

Zhu Qi: "You are the governor of Zhejiang and are in charge of the administration and tax cashiers of a province. Would you not know any information?"

Zheng Michang was about to cry and she was crying: "The officials really don't know!"

Soon, the same scene appeared on Zhejiang Censor He Maocai (mindless).

The aftermath of the "Journey to the West" case kicked off in the southeast...
Chapter completed!