Zhu Ru, the magistrate of Chanding City, fell to his knees with a plop, wailing and weeping blood, as if he had infinite injustice in his heart.
"Tell me carefully where the injustice comes from."
Chu Qianqiu sat on the carriage, looked at the trembling magistrate who was kneeling on the ground, and said with a warm smile.
Such a warm smile made Zhu Ru feel cold all over her body.
"Sir, I was wronged." Zhu Ru didn't dare to answer. He was paralyzed on the ground and kept repeating the same sentence.
I am wronged.
"Let him wake up." Chu Qianqiu frowned and reached out to signal Yang Guang. Yang Guang was indeed the person who had followed Chu Qianqiu for the longest time. He directly lifted Zhu Ru up and shook him twice.
The voice said: Xi
"My lord is asking you something."
"Why don't you recruit us from the real situation?"
Seeing Yang Guang's fierce look, Zhu Ru hugged Yang Guang's thigh and cried loudly.
"Sir, I was wronged."
Snapped!
Yang Guang became impatient and slapped him directly.
Zhu Ru was finally awakened and said repeatedly.
"The lower official has no intention of indulging the refugees and attacking the carriages and horses of the adults."
"I was asked to do it by my superiors."
"Who is up there?" Yang Guang asked sharply.
"No, I don't know."
"You said you didn't know"
"Three days ago, a voice sounded in Xiaguan's mind, asking him to send someone to spread the word, saying that if he found Lord Zhongwu, he would survive."
"The lower official knows that disturbing the carriages and horses is a serious crime, but there is nothing he can do about it."
Zhu Ru burst into tears, which can be said to make those who heard it sad and those who saw it shed tears.
"Hearing the voice" Chu Qianqiu did not understand those excuses.
Every criminal who was caught felt that he was unjustly accused, and their words of defense were as endless as the water of a river.
Even if he is a very vicious criminal, he will still say that he is not guilty in the lobby of the county government.
"Yes, that's the voice of a martial arts master."
"I don't know who it is, but I know it. If I don't obey, my life will be in danger."
"Sir, I was wronged."
Really cautious.
Chu Qianqiu nodded. The people who took action this time were either Tianji Pavilion or Jingang Temple. They had the most motivation to drive the refugees to cause trouble for themselves.
Similarly, if you want to fight against a master who is at the peak of martial arts, you must leave no trace as much as possible. Similar to the secret technique of sound transmission, long-distance communication has become their main means of communication.
Even if Chu Qianqiu dragged Zhu Ru to Beijing and had the three departments interrogate him, he still could not be convicted.
"Then have you ever done anything to help victims of disasters?"
Chu Qianqiu ignored Zhu Ru's chatter and asked directly.
Zhu Ru was speechless.
"Yes or no."
"One sentence is enough."
"If you have done it before and are not capable enough, you can be forgiven."
"If you haven't done anything, this Shangfang Sword will cut off your head."
"If you tell a lie, you will be punished one more time."
Chu Qianqiu said leisurely.
He knew the root cause of the famine in Fengzhou. The magistrate of Zhu County was just a minor official and could not make the final decision. Faced with this turbulent situation, the choices an individual could make were extremely limited.
Zhu Ru was not the main planner, so Chu Qianqiu gave him a chance to survive.
If you are like Mr. Sai Bao and do something for the people, even if you are known to be a corrupt official, with the support of your colleagues, you can still survive.
"Sir, I was wronged."
"I was forced to do this by my superiors, and there was nothing I could do about it."
Zhu Ru was paralyzed. He thought about it and could only say that he had done few good things at the beginning, but now he couldn't even think of a single good thing.
Have you done anything good in your life?
"Chanding City is not a barren land. How much money have you made as the county magistrate here?"
Chu Qianqiu ignored those words of self-defense and continued to ask.
"Thirty thousand a year, one hundred thousand in three years, all will be given to your lord. If I am willing to make up for my mistakes, I will donate all to your lord."
"No, no, no, hand it over to the treasury."
Zhu Ru said quickly as if she had found a glimmer of hope.
"How long have you been working in Zending City?"
Chu Qianqiu continued to ask.
"Ten years."
"Thirty thousand a year, one hundred thousand in three years, you earned more than three hundred thousand taels" Chu Qianqiu said with a smile.
"The more you earn, the more you spend."
"Now I only have one hundred thousand taels left in my pocket. Give it all to your lord, give it all to your lord."
Zhu Ru shouted quickly, and even took out many banknotes for the Daxia Shenlong Silver Number, which happened to be one hundred thousand taels.
"Very good, very good."
"Just keep this money for your trip. I hope that the King of Hell's Palace will also accept your money."
Chu Qianqiu's tone turned cold.
"Sir, I was wronged."
Zhu Ru ran out of words and collapsed on the ground, repeating this sentence over and over again.
"Xiaoyang."
"This is Shang Fang's sword. Take it out, gather the refugees, and chop them down."
"Yes, sir."
The fear of death instantly overwhelmed Zhu Ru's heart, causing him to cry out in despair:
"Sir, you can't kill me."
"I have a relationship with Zhu Shangshu."
"The official is willing to correct his evil ways and return to the right path..."
"Be quiet." Chu Qianqiu said calmly. His words made Zhu Ru no longer dare to complain.
"In this world, it is impossible for a person to be a saint."
"But you are an official, a county magistrate, and a Bailihou."
"What you have in your hands is power, and you are supposed to govern one party."
"I only ask you to do some good things, so I won't be too harsh on you."
"When you can't make money, you think you are an official and you should make some money. When you do things, you are forced by the higher ups."
"Your superiors told you not to be greedy for money, why didn't you listen?"
Chu Qianqiu said calmly.
The scene became silent except for Zhu Ru sobbing.
"Zhixian Zhu, don't worry."
"You won't be alone on the road."
"Although you are the first, you will never be the last."
"Sir, I was wronged."
"take away."
…
Chu Qianqiu came to Fengzhou to rectify the officialdom and clean up the famine in Fengzhou. There were too many officials who were lying here without food.
Then he would fight all the way to Peacock City and use this Shangfang Sword to give Fengzhou's official circles a slight shock.
Let them understand which side they should stand on, whether they should stand on the side of Jingang Temple or Tianji Pavilion and be enemies of Chu Zhongwu, or whether they should abandon the darkness and turn to the light.
Soon, Yang Guang found an execution ground, announced Zhu Ru's crime to the refugees, and then chopped off his head with one knife.
The nearby villagers, refugees, warriors, and bandits all saw this scene and were stunned.
Immediately, there was thunderous cheers.
Chu Qianqiu continued to advance slowly towards Peacock City, and began to hold people accountable wherever he went.