Huang Wenqiu was lying on his back in the coffin, with a brand-new body on his head, carried by eight men, out of the gate of the Huang family, and headed to the Prison Department.
Tanzhou City, which had just experienced a fire, was once again in a state of shock.
A fresh lawsuit that can be watched for free must be loved by everyone. There is a long tail growing behind the coffin. The head of the coffin passed outside Hengyu Street, and the tails also swarmed in, pointing out the ruins here.
When the head of the coffin passed by the magistrate's office, the tailmen did not dare to point it out, so they whispered to show that they knew everything about the important affairs of the court.
As the coffin head passed the Swallow Bridge, the tailgaters immediately started talking about the courtesan's wife, and heard a lot of erotic anecdotes, as if they had all been in the red tent.
When the coffin head passed in front of Xie's house, Xie Zhou was following the team.
Xie Zhou didn't see Zhang Xutang halfway along the way, so he made a prompt decision and abandoned the Jin King's clothes. Half of them went back to rescue, and the other half went to the dock to find Song Qinghui in Chenzhou, while he rushed back to the city alone.
He must immediately communicate with his father and rebuild the bridges inside and outside the city to communicate with each other.
When he arrived, his old father had already been walking back and forth outside the fire scene.
The fire on Hengyu Street was extinguished, and several bodies and wounded were rescued from it. Among the wounded were Yin Xiao who had burns on his back, Mrs. Song who fainted under Yin Xiao's protection, and Aunt Lin who had her hands burned. There are stupid people.
Stupid Yuanyuan.
Now only these four people are left in the harmonious and beautiful Song family. Xie Chuan has sent them to the Xie family for treatment and treatment. The rest are either dead or missing.
Next to Xie Chuan stood Zhu Guangli, who was about to cry but had no tears.
Zhu Guangli is different from other wild prefects. He studied hard in Hanchuang for ten years, and became proficient in coaxing his wife and getting beaten. He has been an official for many years and has made no achievements.
Even sitting in this position is only his body. The souls of the prefect are Master Qiangu Yuan Shaopei and Master Xingming Ni Peng.
The three of them formed a Tanzhou magistrate and jointly governed Tanzhou, so that the situation was maintained in a good and not bad situation, just enough for them to continue to sit in this position.
But now, it seems that even the three of them are unable to turn things around.
The fire was so intense that four streets were completely destroyed. The charred corpses were carried out one by one. The wailing sounds penetrated Zhu Guangli's ears, making him choke.
A bag of tears.
He looked at Ni Peng, one of the souls of the prefect, with tears in his eyes: "What do you think we should do about this?"
Ni Peng was also shocked. After hearing this, he quickly said: "The top priority is to arrange for the injured. The corpses cannot be displayed here. They are all sent to Yizhuang in the west of the city. Please ask the head of the regiment in our Yamen to inspect them before burying them."
The funeral ceremony is to appease the spirit of the deceased in heaven, and then let the government officials come and check to see if there is anyone who started the fire."
"Go and do it quickly," Zhu Guangli looked at Yuan Shaopei again, "If there is no igniter, how much money will we have to spend?"
Yuan Shaopei calculated it carefully in his mind, occasionally pinching his fingers: "There are thirty-nine households here, and each household's financial loss compensation is enough for five years of livelihood, which is one hundred and seventy-three guan, a total of six
One thousand, seven hundred and forty-seven guans, and if there is any reconstruction, it will be 500 guans per household..."
"Stop talking." Zhu Guangli interrupted him and pressed his hands on his heart, feeling really sad.
He remembered clearly that last year's tax money was only 25,000 yuan.
"The yamen is also very poor," Ni Peng pricked his heart. "With so much money, not to mention that the person who started the fire may have been burned to death. Even if he is caught, he can't afford to pay compensation."
Zhu Guangli couldn't bear it anymore, and he raised his eyebrows and got angry: "Go and do your job!"
After his two soul masters left, he said to Xie Chuan dejectedly: "Xie Changshi, I made you laugh."
Xie Chuan comforted him: "It's hard to be a prefect."
"Who says otherwise," Zhu Guangli vomited bitterly, "They all say that Tanzhou has a lot of money and food, but I haven't seen a single person. Guangdong, Guangxi, and Zhejiang are the real rich! The commander-in-chief still has money to give to Concubine Zhang.
Jade Guanyin is said to be taller than humans."
He gestured with his hands up and down: "No wonder he can be the handsome boss of South Guangxi Road and knows how to get things done."
Xie Chuan had been paying attention to the situation in the fire scene. At this time, he saw another corpse being carried out. The corpse was burned to charcoal, but there was still a piece of beautiful jade on it.
He felt familiar, so he calmly stepped forward to check and asked Zhu Guangli: "Then have you prepared any congratulations?"
"Give it away," Zhu Guangli followed, his eyes were just for decoration and did not see the beautiful jade underneath the black ash. "The imperial concubine doesn't like bronze mirrors, so I gave her fifty kilograms of dried cat head bamboo shoots."
Xie Chuan laughed, thinking who had the bad idea, this thing is useless even if it costs a thousand catties.
At the same time, he saw clearly the piece of beautiful jade - it belonged to Zhan Shizhao.
He had interacted with Zhan Shizhao at the Yanzi Bridge and remembered some of the items he carried with him. Zhan Shizhao died here, exactly as Yin Xiao said.
After confirming that Yin Xiao was trustworthy, his heart dropped.
Yin Xiao's origin is unknown, and he is as suspicious as the prince. The Song family suddenly suffered a disaster. Du Lan is now only breathing, and he cannot explain the situation at that time, so he has to be more careful.
"Dad," Xie Zhou ran over and saluted Zhu Guangli with his hands crossed, "Ms. Zhu has worked hard."
Zhu Guangli sighed, almost bursting into tears, and waved to Xie Zhou: "No need to be polite."
"Auntie is looking for you," Xie Zhou pulled Xie Chuan, "ask my son to pick you up."
Xie Chuan said goodbye to Zhu Guangli, and at the same time gently reminded him: "Why don't you go to the transportation department? Part of the tax money will be left in the state as government expenses, and the rest will be sent to the history and tribute. These things are always sent to the history.
Since the Transportation Department has intercepted the tax money along the way, it is also responsible for public security patrols. How can the Transportation Department ignore the current fire?"
Zhu Guangli slapped his thigh: "Yes! Why did I forget? I'm going to ask for the money right now!"
He kept thanking Xie Chuan, turned around and ran away.
Xie Zhou looked at Zhu Guangli's back and whispered: "Dad, can the transportation department really spit out money?"
It's not that Zhu Guangli forgot, but the entire court forgot.
The tax money withheld by the Transshipment Department is not a major disaster, and even one tael of money will not be transferred out. If the money is withheld year after year and not released year after year, where does the money go?
Especially for state officials who disagree with Prime Minister Zhang, the Transportation Department only has the responsibility of supervision and will never lend a helping hand.
Hebei East Road was hit by heavy snow and ice. Not only did the Transportation Department not provide any money, but they also took a copy of the book from the prefect Liu Qixing and questioned him about the inability to provide disaster relief.
In the end, Magistrate Liu was forced to go to Sihai Silver Tower to borrow money to help the victims.
It was King Jin who learned the news and secretly gave Liu Qixing a sum of money to tide him over.
This veil of the Transshipment Department should have been lifted long ago, and now it is time to take advantage of this matter to do so.
After all, Zhu Guangli's accounts are not allowed to be inspected. All he spent was his wife's money, and he never was greedy for a single tael of silver.