The Yamen servant presented the tea to Zhu Guangli. Zhu Guangli glanced at the gold seal on it and handed it to Master Xing, Ni Peng. The two confirmed that it was the tea lost by Qicang Si.
Huang Wenqiu froze on the spot, with his mouth open and unable to close it for a long time.
He looked at Jiang Gan, then at Du Lan, suddenly woke up, and shouted at Zhu Guangli that he was wronged.
"If I were a tea thief, how could I be so stupid as to hide the tea on myself! Besides, I am a weak scholar who doesn't even dare to kill a chicken. How could I have the ability to steal things from Qi Xianggong's house and steal without knowing what is going on? Sleep!"
He pointed at Du Lan again: "It must be him. He was the one who jumped on me in the wine shop just now and took the opportunity to frame me!"
"How dare you deny it when someone has stolen something!" Du Lan said loudly, "I don't have this ability!"
Zhu Guangli's eyes wandered between Du Lan and Huang Wenqiu, knowing something was wrong, but he didn't know what grudges the two had.
There is also a Jinwang in the middle.
He touched his chin, thinking about what to do. Ni Peng had something to say, so he came forward and invited Zhu Guangli to go to the back hall.
When they arrived at the back hall, Li Wenjing didn't expect that Long Tuan would be found from Huang Wenqiu's body. He lost face and hesitated: "Ms. sir, there must be some misunderstanding. I often deal with Huang Wenqiu. He also has family assets, and If you have studied, you will not be a thief."
"Where did the thief go?" Zhu Guangli said with a serious face, "The misunderstanding cannot be covered up. The tea is on him. I have to give Qi Xianggong an explanation."
Ni Peng said in a low voice: "Ms. sir, here is both the King of Jin and the Qicangsi. I don't know what kind of trouble he is trying to stir up. Why don't you beat him twenty or so first and put him in jail until you find out more about it?" If you don't understand it, you will end up with a confused account."
Li Wenjing said quickly: "Exactly."
Zhu Guangli also thought this was true. He walked to the main hall and threw out two red lottery sticks from the lottery tube, indicating that he would hit twenty.
No matter Huang Wenqiu complained, the two government officials bundled Huang Wenqiu and took him away. They were watching his actions and saw that Zhu Guangli didn't really want to hit him, so he just beat him lightly. However, one of them was Du Lan's drinking buddy, and they saw Du Lan gesticulating in his sleeves. Fist, he immediately understood, winked at his companion, and started fighting sincerely.
Huang Wenqiu had thin skin and tender flesh, but within a few spanks his skin was torn and his flesh was torn, and a big red flower appeared on his buttocks.
At first, he gritted his teeth and held on. Later, he could no longer bear the pain and cried: "Stop fighting, I'll attack! I'll attack!"
Zhu Guangli, who was picking his nails, stopped and couldn't help but glance at the master - he had seen people move quickly, but never so fast.
This can't be regarded as a surrender.
In a normal trial, the gangster must be deterred by giving him twenty blows and walking as usual. The thief couldn't stand it until he was hit with fifty blows. He couldn't survive more than ten blows, so why did he get beaten up?
Ni Peng quickly asked them to bring the person in and asked him what he was recruiting.
Huang Wenqiu's upper body and lower body seemed to be out of joint. He could not walk or kneel, so he could only confess randomly.
"On the eighth day of the sixth lunar month, the eldest lady of the Song family in Hengyu Street and the nurse made an appointment with me at Chonghua Temple in Jianshan Mountain. They said they had ten dragon balls that they could sell to me. I didn't have a tea guide, so I offered a hundred strings to make an appointment first. One day, a monk from Chonghua Temple testified that the day before yesterday I heard that ten pieces of tea had been thrown away from Mr. Qi’s house. I was so flustered and saw the two of them sneaking around that I wanted to make a meritorious deed first and then ask Mr. Qi to atone for his sins.”
After hearing this, Zhu Guangli asked Ni Peng to write down the plan and put Huang Wenqiu in prison first, while Du Lan and Jiang Qian left alone, and then went to get Mrs. Song.
"It's late tonight, and they can't go anywhere. We'll take him tomorrow." Ni Peng invited Zhu Guangli from the front hall to the back hall, avoiding Li Wenjing: "Ms. Song from Hengyu Street can't be taken."
Zhu Guangli smiled and said: "I know that as a girl, she cannot be a flying thief. She must be the guardian, so take the guardian."
Ni Peng shook his head: "This Song is the Song who saved Prince Jin."
"Oh," Zhu Guangli clapped his hands on the table, "I was almost deceived by this guy named Huang."
"Huang Wenqiu and Mrs. Song have recognized themselves as cousins," Ni Peng said with a smile. "There must have been some rift and they are biting each other. We can't really make this matter a big deal, otherwise the prince's face will not look good."
Zhu Guangli nodded: "Thank you for being careful. It's just that it's hard to explain to Mr. Qi. Not even a grain of sand can escape from his hands. He has lost so many things. If he can't find them back, he may not know what to say."
Ni Peng said: "Mr., don't be anxious. You first send someone to Hengyu Street to take care of the nursing home. I will go to the palace to inform the prince of this matter. If the prince is willing to deal with it, this matter will be done without incident."
If the prince wants us to investigate the case of Tou Gong, if we invite the Song family to come and question him, it will also show that you respect the prince."
"Yes, I heard that Your Majesty misses the prince very much," Zhu Guangli nodded, "I don't want to bother others anymore, so I'd like you to go there at night."
Ni Peng packed up and left. Zhu Guangli went back to the backyard. The maid washed his feet while he took last year's county tax ledger and looked through it.
After seeing it, he said to his wife Pei: "They say that we have a lot of money and food along the way, but I can't see it. At the end of the year, we only have 25,000 guan, and there is no oil or water at all. I'm afraid it can't even compare with Yuezhou. It's
Didn't Shaopei make a mistake in his calculation?"
Yuan Shaopei is his Master Qiangu.
"You can burn his abacus and there's no way he can make a mistake." Pei took off her hairpin and glanced at him, "Why don't you compare with Kyoto?"
Zhu Guangli chuckled: "There are more than 400,000 yuan in Kyoto, how can I dare to compare?"
Mrs. Pei took out the account book from his hand: "We ask Yuan Shaopei to look at all the tax accounts along the way, and we have to queue up to do so. You have such a master, so just enjoy it secretly."
Zhu Guangli said: "Look at your hot temper, I just want to say, give it to me and I will take a look."
"What are you looking at? It hurts your eyes to light up a lamp and read a book." Mrs. Pei threw away the account book. "Tomorrow, let Yuan Shaopei go get the state seal and seal the big book by himself. You accompany me to burn incense."
"Yes," Zhu Guangli raised his leg, "My leg is hurting. It's not going to rain."
The wind and rain in Tanzhou come at any time, crackling and hitting the tiles, swallowing up all other sounds.
Ni Peng entered the palace with his front foot, but the rain was on his back. He dusted off the water drops on his body, straightened his clothes, and went to see the King of Jin.
"Your Majesty, we have completed the tax and tax inspection last year. As long as each state seals it with a seal, it can be handed over to the transport department for acceptance. This is our account. Yan Shuai is here, should we be more cautious?"
Ni Peng took out the account book and handed it to the King of Jin.
It was inconvenient for Yuan Shaopei to go in and out of the palace, so he had to come.
"It is strictly known that the state cannot control the transportation department," the King of Jin put it on the case, "everything remains as usual."
Ni Peng nodded and then talked about catching the thief.
The King of Jin laughed when he heard this, and asked Huang Ting to go find Xie Zhou: "He and You Song didn't realize that Du Lan was in Cao's camp and in Han, so he fined them a month's salary."