Yuan Bin slowly uttered two words: "People's support!"
Jia Kun suddenly fell silent. These two words were always on his lips, but in fact they were not the case.
What is the people?
In the eyes of scholars, to be called a citizen requires at least a certain status, and ordinary people are not considered a citizen.
Officials often suggested that the emperor reduce taxes. In fact, the reduction was not for the common people, but for the gentry.
How much food can those mud-legged people digging in the ground grow throughout the year?
For them, one cent more tax and one cent less tax does not actually mean much.
However, for the truly wealthy gentry, if the court could reduce or reduce certain taxes, whether it was grain taxes or commercial taxes, the impact would be huge.
In a sense, the gentry are also common people and can represent all common people, because they not only control most of the world's wealth, but also control the world's public opinion.
Therefore, whenever the imperial court issued a decree to reduce or reduce taxes, some people would surely praise its virtues. However, when the imperial court needed it, it could only suffer the people again and again.
How could Jia Kun not know the secret behind this?
The problem is, so what if he knew about it, he just said that although Mr. Liu took off his official clothes and went to a scholar's home, it was not difficult at all to get rid of a prefect.
All the gentry have already formed a community of interests. Either integrate into them or...die!
Although Jia Kun didn't want to join in with them, he could only accept the consequences, at least not openly daring to go against them.
This is why when he received a complaint from Mr. Sun, his first reaction was not to solve the problem, but to get rid of the person who raised the problem.
Yuan Bin continued: "Originally, the Jin Yiwei could investigate and handle this case directly, but the Jin Yiwei is always the Jin Yiwei and cannot replace the local government. Today the Japanese commander handled Liu Sanjiang, but tomorrow Zhang Sanjiang and Wang Sanjiang appear, who will take care of it?
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"Before my commander left, the emperor specifically asked that this purge should not only completely eliminate the worms in the court, but also better change the administration of officials and change the image of officials in the hearts of the people."
"Why are people afraid of officials? Why don't they dare to report to officials if something goes wrong? Think about it, what have you done in the past?"
"Like Sun's case, if it is just killed and there is no evidence, the case cannot be concluded, or it may even be framed."
"Prefect Jia, I have checked your background. Although you are suspected of being protected by officials, in general, you are relatively clean. You have not amassed money wantonly or engaged in corruption and perversion of the law. That's why I gave you this opportunity to clear your name and let others
The people know that you, the prefect, are the official who can really make decisions for them, allowing them to have a place to appeal if they have been wronged."
Jia Kun's face became increasingly ugly, and his forehead was soaked with sweat.
If someone else had said this to him, he might have laughed it off and said to himself, you are still too young and don't know how deep the waters of officialdom are.
However, the person in front of him is the commander of the Jinyi Guards, so the meaning is different.
"I can deal with Liu Sanjiang today, and I can deal with you tomorrow. I hope you can take care of yourself!"
After Yuan Bin said the last sentence, he ignored him and turned around to leave.
Jia Kun felt cold sweat pouring down his back. He could no longer hold himself tight, his whole body went limp and he collapsed on the ground.
"Master, what's wrong with you?"
Not far behind him, two officers hurriedly came forward and hurriedly helped him up from the ground.
"Sir, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Do you want to call in the doctor?"
"No, no need..."
Jia Kun stood up slowly and said, "Listen, cooperate fully with the Jin Yiwei to investigate the Liu family's case."
"Ah? Is it really possible?"
"nonsense!"
Jia Kun suddenly darkened his face and said: "I have warned you, whoever dares not to do his or her best, or is accommodating to the cashier in private, once found out, will be immediately dismissed and investigated, and will be punished with the same crime!"
"Also, go back and find out all the old cases and inform the victims one by one that we will accept them again and post notices throughout the city. No matter who has grievances or who you want to sue, we will not refuse anyone who comes!"
"This is!"
Jia Kun is a smart man, and he has clearly seen that the emperor is ready to take action.
If you continue to see the situation clearly, not only will your head be in danger, but you may be killed at any time.
Soon, he felt relieved.
With you like this, why worry about the world not being able to achieve great governance?
In just a few days, Yingtian Mansion received hundreds of petitions.
Many of the pleadings were even written in a mess, some had only one sentence or a few words, and another was even more outrageous, with only a big word "injustice".
In the past, such a pleading would not even be read, but today, all comers were accepted and all went to court for review.
Seeing the people in the hall complaining about all kinds of grievances, he felt secretly ashamed. He had been the magistrate for three years. He thought that the atmosphere was clean and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment. Who knew that behind the bright appearance there were so many shocking things hidden?
The pickling business.
The policemen all got busy, arresting people everywhere, and they arrested all the local nobles and nobles.
If you encounter someone who is uncooperative or even openly confrontational, you won't get used to it and just draw your sword and fight.
"Open the door, open the door!"
In a large house in the south of the city, a team of guards in public uniforms were calling the door.
"Who?"
An impatient voice came from inside, and then the door opened a crack.
The concierge stuck his head out, looked at the servants outside, and asked, "Who are you looking for?"
"Ying Tianfu is handling a case. There is a case that I would like Mr. Wang to come over and assist in the investigation!"
"Do you know who my master is?"
The concierge looked disdainful and said: "Even if your magistrate comes to invite you in person, it still depends on whether my master will reward you. It's up to you..."
boom!
The squad leader kicked the door open and said angrily: "I don't care who you are, go and tell your Mr. Wang that you can either come with me yourself or kidnap and take you away!"
The concierge fell to the ground and shouted: "Rebellion, rebellion, we're beating people, please come quickly!"
Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen housekeepers came running over, holding sticks and looking fierce.
Seeing this, the squad leader drew out his knife and said in a deep voice: "You are openly confronting the officers, are you going to rebel?"
When these people saw the other party showing the knife, they all stopped.
"Come on, beat them up! Our young master is a high-ranking official in the capital, what are you afraid of?"
The concierge was still shouting, but no one dared to step forward.
These people are very smart, and they just bully the common people on weekdays. After all, the common people don't have knives in their hands.
If you get that little salary every month, why are you working so hard?
The squad leader took a step forward and put the knife on the concierge's neck.
"The prefect has ordered that anyone who obstructs the investigation of the case shall be shot without mercy!"
The concierge sneered: "Do you know who my young master is?"