Officials and officials are not in communication with each other, and the noble and the humble are not in the same class.
Unless you are very lucky, you may be noticed by someone higher up and promoted.
This is simply a myth, don’t even think about it.
Of course, if they encounter someone or something that is obviously wrong, they will naturally not let it go, because if they let it go and are found out, it will be a serious dereliction of duty on their part.
But if there's just a little something fishy, it's no big deal if they ignore it.
Because even if someone were to investigate afterwards, they wouldn't be able to find out their big mistake.
When gods fight, people at the bottom should be more cautious and don't get involved.
Even "officials" who are despised by officials are not easily offended by them!
As for ordinary crimes, there is no cause for harm, just killing. This is the way of a public man to bully the weak and fear the strong.
Under the complicated gaze of the head catcher, the bullock cart passed smoothly and went all the way, gradually reaching the slums in the east of the city.
At this point, the road becomes increasingly narrow and uneven.
They are all paved with loess, but the streets outside the slums are repaired and maintained from time to time.
Even if it is just for the sake of looking good, the boss will not leave it alone.
But the slums are a place that noble people don't come to. The place looks more than a little dirty, and there are occasionally piles of garbage on both sides of the road.
The bullock cart moved forward, and the two people sitting in the carriage suddenly jerked and jumped due to the body of the carriage.
Qi Huashan rubbed his lower back, lifted the curtain of the car and looked out.
"This place is not much different from the countryside." Everything he saw made him couldn't help but sigh.
He had been to places like this in the past, but he had never looked at them so carefully and felt so deeply.
Gao Qian said calmly: "This is the poorest place in the city."
Anyway, not to mention officials, wealthy businessmen and the like, even ordinary people with slightly better families, those who could move out had already moved away.
After all, when an area is full of poor people, the security issues alone are enough to make people feel uneasy.
However, the bullock cart that Gao Qian and Qi Huashan rode in looked like it was not suitable for ordinary people, so some people from a distance glanced at the bullock cart and lazily looked away.
From the main road, I turned to the right again, turned into a narrower road, and continued to go deeper inside. Then I turned a few more corners, and finally reached a place. Before I got off the ox cart, I heard a burst of crying from the car.
There was a faint sound coming from outside.
At this time, as night gradually fell, the oil lamps came on, and the ox cart stopped at this moment. The two people in the ox cart listened carefully and finally understood what the people in the small courtyard next to them were crying about.
Although it is said to be a courtyard, it is actually very dilapidated. The bullock cart is parked outside the courtyard, and when you open the curtain, you can see a dilapidated wooden door with "patches" on it.
Such a family that can't even afford a good wooden door is really poor.
But such a family, which was not considered wealthy to begin with, encountered a new problem when the house leaked and it rained all night.
"Wu family..." Qi Huashan heard what the people inside were saying and knew about this family.
Qihuashan acquaintance.
The grandfather of the Wu family died in the battle following Taizu. He was a member of a hundred households. Unfortunately, he died early, so he was not formally awarded the title of "Shadow".
The father only had to work as a civil servant, while the son went to school. He could have made a living. Although he was not rich, he was still decent. He could also have firewood for heating in winter, which was the best in this slum area.
But three years ago, his father died in the line of duty while catching a thief, leaving behind a mother and son. They were entitled to a compassionate ration, but now, the imperial envoy and the grandson inspected the ration and announced that the compassionate ration would be abolished.
The family had no food left, so they cried bitterly.
Qi Huashan blinked and hesitated: "Isn't this what we did?"
It seems that someone was sent with a whip very early: "According to the order of the grandson, the pension will be stopped."
All sinful things, including excessive taxation, are entrusted to superior officials. This is the way of the place.
Gao Qian laughed: "We did it, and we also chose a second-generation loyal man who is extremely poor and a scholar. Otherwise, how can we use righteous men?"
"A righteous man?" Qi Huashan murmured. He suddenly became excited and understood a little bit. He wanted Wu Wu to die as a righteous man.
He was a little disappointed and a little confused: "But Wu Wu is a scholar, right?"
There is a saying that a person who is useless is a scholar.
This is a bit much, but it is not unreasonable at all.
At the very least, when a scholar fails to achieve fame and can only study and cannot do other work, he is really a useless person in the eyes of others.
And a young scholar has another characteristic, that is: he has no strength to beat a chicken.
At least, this Commissar Wu was by no means the "righteous man" Qi Huashan imagined.
The "righteous men" in the story are basically all powerful and righteous, right?
What can a young scholar do?
Gao Qian shook his head, Qihuashan, I still don’t understand!
"Kong Wu is powerful? Those are all deaths. No amount of death is enough to make people moved!"
"Only the sacrifice of a scholar who is powerless to fight a chicken can move the world's scholars!"
Seeing that Qi Huashan still seemed to understand, Gao Qian said, "Look at this!"
This is a letter.
The oxcart had lights, but the light was very dim, glowing faintly, and a bit eerie. Qi Huashan could see the fly-brush characters at a glance, which conveyed a sense of great popularity.
This popularity is very false, but having been an official for a long time, the writing is really different from others.
Qi Huashan couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat. He saw that it was just a page. He opened it and read it carefully. It read:
"The grandson's stubbornness has caused great disasters, but the Jin gentry can avoid it. How many people in the world can do it?"
"Commissioner Wu was born in the countryside. He was just a boy at a young age and could not be raised by the county. However, relying on the instructions of "Poems" and "Books", he fought with anger, inspired great righteousness, and did not care about death. He also followed the old rules.
What?"
"The people who mourned Si's tomb have their own stones, and they mark them to show that life and death are important, and that the importance of a righteous man is more important than that of the country."
"Is this a tombstone?"
Qi Huashan felt a chill in his heart. The person was not yet dead, but he was given an inscription on his tomb?
He took the letter and looked at it carefully. When he looked at the bottom, he saw the signature below.
"Principal Ximing?"
Qi Huashan knew that since so many arrangements had been made for this matter in advance, the person signed by layman Ximing must not be an ordinary person.
He didn't recognize him, so he asked, "Who is this layman Ximing?"
Gao Qian glanced at Qi Huashan speechlessly, thinking that Qi Huashan was pretending to be stupid, but found that the confused look on this guy's face was true. This Qi Huashan really didn't know layman Ximing!
"This is Mr. Pei's nickname, don't you know?" Gao Qian couldn't help but shake his head: "You are actually somewhat related!"
If it weren't for this relationship, how would I have communicated with him?
With Qi Huashan's level of education, he didn't even know what to say.
"Ah, it's the nickname of Mr. Lao!"
Qi Huashan really didn't expect that this layman Ximing would actually be Mr. Pei's nickname.
But when I think about it, this is Mr. Pei's nickname, which makes sense.
After all, in order to create a big public opinion, it is impossible not to have heavyweights jump out.
Others are not qualified enough to jump out. Mr. Pei's current status and status among scholars are just right and suitable.
When Qi Huashan thought that this was written by Mr. Pei, he couldn't help but read it carefully again.
Gao Qian was too lazy to talk to him anymore, and said directly to the servant driving the carriage: "Send this letter, and the people in it will naturally understand."
"Yes!" the servant responded and left, and heard footsteps in the night.
"Dong dong dong."
"Is anyone there?"
Although everyone outside knew that there was someone inside and heard the crying inside, the servant who delivered the message still walked over and knocked on the door.
Gao Qian Qihuashan didn't even get off the ox cart, but just sat inside, lifted the curtain and looked at the door of the courtyard.
No one came to open the door yet, so Gao Qian withdrew his gaze and looked at Qihua Mountain again.
Seeing that Qi Huashan still didn't understand, he had no choice but to make it clear: "There is an inscription on Mr. Lao's tomb. This family doesn't want to be a righteous man, so it's no good."
"You really don't want to be one?" Qi Huashan couldn't help but ask.
What is a righteous man?
That must be a person who died a heroic death, a person who had been arranged to die long ago.
Is anyone really willing to die?
That Wu Committee member shouldn't be very old, right?
Is a young man really willing to risk his life to become this righteous man?
If Qi Huashan was asked to make this choice, he would definitely not be willing to do so.
Gao Qian smiled again, leaned back on the mat casually, and said, "It is his honor to let him be a righteous man and kill him. Everyone will be happy."
"If you are really shameless, then your whole family will be killed."