In the evening, Niu Qianshi and others gathered to sign the house and submitted the case file to Haigong.

"Zhongcheng, there are no one in Kunshan County to complain, and they are all sue for suing the wrongdoers." Niu Qianshi said carefully: "Since that's the case, do we still have to continue to waste here?"

This is the territory of Mr. Zhao’s father, Moo Moo dares not speak nonsense.

Hai Rui said with a puzzled look: "Don't you realize this is a bit abnormal?"

Not all officials have had contact with Zhao Hao. For example, Mr. Wang, who has been successfully influenced by Hai Gong, nodded and said: "When the officials tried the case, they heard that after Zhao Magistrate Zhao took office, he only arranged the yamen once the day before, and he has not been sued yet."

"This is a bit too much." The officials said, "He has never sued him, so why can no one complain?"

"Is it because of the mouth of guarding the people, but more than the river?" Member Wang guessed.

Hai Rui did not express his opinion easily. Although his mind was not as stubborn as personal, he had an IQ that was more than mortals... Zhao Shouzheng had just taken office for half a year and had been on the dam. It had nothing to do with him if the people complained.

There is no reason to stop the people from complaining? Besides, can the people in Wuzhong be stopped by the government?

Hai Rui thought about it all night but couldn't figure out what was wrong with the people of Kunshan.

~~

The next morning, the guards guarding the Governor's Office saw their leader Peng Qianhu, wearing a half-old cloth robe, a torn cotton hat, and carrying a "iron-mouthed cloth banner" and walking out of the office.

"Oh, sir, this is going to change your career..." The guards joked nonsense, but before they finished speaking, they all stopped abruptly.

Because they saw that behind Peng Qianhu was a thin old man wearing a coarse sermon robe and a square scarf.

Who is not the King of Hell?

The guards were so scared that they were about to kneel down, but Peng Qianhu whispered: "No movement is allowed, Zhongcheng wants to go privately, and he is not allowed to be exposed."

"You can shout the most." Hai Rui gave Peng Qianhu a blank look.

It’s better to take a look at it yourself than to say a thousand words. Today he is going to walk on the street to see if the people of Kunshan dare not complain or are unwilling to complain.

Hai Rui originally planned to go out with Hai'an, but how could Peng Qianhu feel at ease? Lin Zhongcheng and his ex-boy Feng Qianhu were still lying in the Jiangnan Hospital. How could he dare to let Hai's Zhongcheng go out with only an old servant?

After much persuasion, Hai Rui finally agreed to ask Peng Qianhu to help him with the banner.

Although Hai'an expressed his anger that he had practiced southern fist and northern legs, he could protect the safety of Zhongcheng...

~~

The two left the governor's yamen, and saw that the shops in Xishan Lane were open as usual. The people on the street were talking and laughing, and there was no sign of being threatened to leave their homes.

"Are these shops and ordinary people pretending to be officials?" Peng Qianhu glanced around vigilantly, and asked a possibility with great experience.

"It seems you have done this kind of thing." Hai Rui laughed and cursed: "Look at the streets that there are more women and fewer men, how can they be all officials?"

"Uh..." Peng Qianhu said embarrassedly: "We seemed to have no girls at that time."

Having said that, on the safe side, the two of them still stayed away from Xishan Lane and came to Kunshan's most prosperous Banshan Bridge.

It is said to be the most prosperous, but compared to Suzhou City or even Wujiang County, it is still far from enough to see. Only 10% of the crowd outside Suzhou Changmen and 30% of the crowd in Shengze Town, Wujiang.

So Hai Rui easily found an empty space on the street. He asked Peng Qianhu to go to the tea stall next to him, paid ten cents to borrow benches, tables and chairs, and put the banners next to the table, and even if the business started.

However, the people on the street seemed to be in a hurry, and no one took care of his business for a while.

The tea stall owner in his sixties couldn't bear it, so he brought him a bowl of hot red date tea and let Hai Rui drink it to warm up.

Hai Rui thanked him, holding a tea bowl with both hands and asked, "Brother-in-law, Kunshan County is adjacent to Suzhou, why is the population so sparse?"

"Why is Kunshan comparing with Suzhou? There must be much fewer people. But in the past, Wuyang, Wuyang, the bridge of the half-mountain was full of people. Didn't the master take the dike to repair the dike? After all the people in the county went to Kunnan, there would naturally be no one on the street."

"But you, a fortune teller, can't calculate this?" The tea stall owner joked and said, "I think my skills are a little bit loose."

"Just make a living." Hai Rui smiled self-deprecatingly: "It's really my fault. Before in Suzhou City, when I saw the governor's yamen suing, thousands of people lined up to complain... These lawsuits are unsure and want to do the fortune-telling. They have made money in the past ten days."

"Haha, then you have to pay me for tea." The father-in-law joked.

"It's easy to say." Hai Rui handed him a few more copper coins, and the tea stall owner refused and accepted it.

"I thought the governor came to Kunshan, and there were many people here to queue up to complain." Hai Rui sighed again, "I didn't expect that I could have lost all the complaints in Xishan Lane. How could there be no complaints? It's really a miscalculation."

"Hahaha..." After hearing a fortune teller say that he had misunderstood, the tea stall owner almost burst into laughter. After a while, he wiped his tears and said:

"I can't count it, let me tell you, because we have Zhao Qingtian in Kunshan, why bother Hai Qingtian again?"

"Zhao Qingtian?" Hai Rui asked in confusion: "Is it County Magistrate Zhao?"

"Who else? Of course, it's the old parents of this county, Zhaoxianzun, the new top scholar in the subject!" As soon as Zhao Erye was mentioned, the owner of the tea stall put away his smile and said with a respectful face: "

"We Kunshan people have been so happy that they have all their hardships. The top scholar came to be the county magistrate. What a blessing."

"It seems that he heard that he was punished and came down to be the magistrate." Hai Rui said calmly.

"It's all the blame for the dog thief named Xu of Huating!" Before the tea stall owner could answer, several old tea shoppers shouted loudly. "If it weren't for the traitor, could our master fall into such a field?"

"But fortunately, we have just waited for the great savior in Kunshan." After cursing, several old men couldn't help laughing again: "To put it, it seems that we have to thank the dog thief named Xu."

"I have also heard that Zhao County Magistrate Zhao's deeds in fighting floods and building embankments are indeed heroic." Hai Rui asked with a smile: "But what does this have to do with the complaints of the people? It's not him who is suing him."

"Do you think our parents can only repair dikes?" The tea shop owner replied with a smile: "Although the county never opens a church, the complaints on the second day of every month will be issued twice, and the complaints handed over by the people will be quickly judged."

"It must be our master who worked overtime to judge the case at night." The people of Kunshan loved Zhao Shouzheng, so they naturally counted all the credit as his.

"If you are not satisfied, you can go directly to the master. He wanders around the construction site all day long. If we ordinary people have any grievances, we can tell him in person at any time. The old parents called the gentry over and helped mediate, and the problem was solved."
Chapter completed!