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Chapter 127 My son is ignorant

"My elder brother was yesterday?" Liangchen couldn't figure out what kind of anger his silly elder brother could make the county magistrate.

"Yesterday? I'm stupid." Old Zhang didn't say much to Liangchen, asking him whether he would protect him or not.

"I guarantee."

Liangchen gritted his teeth and said that no matter what the elder brother is in, he had to get his father out first.

Lao Zhang nodded and signaled to Liangchen: "Come with me."

After following Lao Zhang from the second gate to the county government office, Lao Zhang brought Liangchen to the public housing for the punishment room, one of the six bedrooms.

The six rooms are divided into two rows in front and back, and the first three rows are the official, household and rituals; the second three rows are the three rooms in the military, punishment and work.

The Sixth House corresponds to the sixth department of the court, and the duties are generally the same, but the officials appointed by the sixth House are the officials appointed by each county, and these people are called clerks or clerks.

For example, the workshop is responsible for the construction of bridges and roads in a county in Suning, flood control, river engineering and dredging river channels, etc. The punishment room is naturally to arrest fugitives, detect murder cases, and be responsible for the security of a county.

The Criminal Officer is an old man named Zhao. This old man has a very old experience in the Sixth House. He has served as a Criminal Officer since the seventh year of Wanli. He served as a county magistrate for six years, but he was unable to bear the responsibility. He was privately called "tumbler" by people in the county government."

In the words of later generations, Zhao Shuli was the director of the Public Security Bureau of Suning County and had great power.

Wu Xiuzhi's eldest brother Wu Dezheng worked as a clerk in the workshop. In later generations, he was the director of the Transportation Bureau, and he was very rich.

When Liangchen was taken into the punishment room by the yamen runner named Zhang, Zhao Shuli was holding a reading glass to read the document.

Liangchen is familiar with reading glasses, and he has even seen glasses, because there are only these things in the Ming Dynasty, but they are few and very expensive.

"Are you Wei Jinde's son Wei Liangchen?" Zhao Shuli put down his reading glasses, squinted his eyes and looked at Liangchen. Judging from his age, he was at least sixty.

The good minister said "yes", and this old man was just a clerk. Although he was not a scholar, he was also a Confucian boy who had passed the county examination, so he was not too respectful to him.

"I heard that you went to Taipusi Horse Factory to steal horses and ride a while ago, but you broke your leg. Now, your injury is healed?"

After the old man Zhao said that, he looked at Liangchen's leg with a smile. As the head of the torture room in a county, he didn't know what happened in the county. Besides, Wei Liangchen had been on the blacklist of their torture room early. If those scoundrels hadn't done anything big, they would have been arrested and taught a lesson long ago.

Liangchen didn't know that the "Director" had known his existence for a long time, but he didn't slap people in the face or scolded others to reveal his shortcomings. He felt that Director Zhao was not authentic and was old. As for the jokes of young people?

As for people, who didn’t have the youth?

Of course, Liangchen did not dare to choke on this old man. He was begging others to do things under the roof, so how could he not bow his head? He smiled embarrassedly.

Zhao Shuli laughed: "Come here, sign here, press a handprint, and then go to the house to hand over the insurance money, and you can take your father away."

Zhao Shuli knew that Wei Liangchen was a Confucian boy and knew literacy, so he asked him to come over and sign and print.

After doing what he honestly did, when he went to pay the money, Liangchen asked Zhao Shuli why his elder brother offended the county magistrate and refused to let him be protected.

"Your elder brother is so honest. Sometimes honest people are prone to trouble... It's not that I have to make things difficult for him, but the county magistrate has spoken and not been hindered for a few days, so I can't explain to the county magistrate."

After saying that, Zhao Shuli waved his hand, not wanting to talk about this to Liangchen, so he just asked him to take his father back first, and wait a few days later that the county magistrate will calm down before he will protect his elder brother.

The good minister had no choice but to pay the insurance money from the household house, but not much, twenty copper coins, and no one was involved in the future. He could return the money with the insurance bill.

The yamen runner named Zhang took Liangchen to the prison. It was said that it was a prison, but it was not big. There were more than a dozen cells in total, not a dungeon. It was just a yard built in the back hall of the county yamen, and it was built with bricks. The walls of the courtyard were higher than ordinary yards, and the doors of the room were not wooden boards, but iron railings.

Generally, severe prisoners are not locked up in the county, but are transferred to the mansion. Those who have been booked in the Ministry of Justice must be taken to the Censorate Department, waiting for the fall to be executed.

Most of the prisoners in the county are light prisoners, among which the thieves are the most common. There is no need to turn the prison into a solid foundation, and there is no need to commit such criminals.

Moreover, since ancient times, there has been an unwritten rule in the officialdom, that is, not to repair the yamen. If the yamen is not repaired, naturally, there will be no prison cell.

The prison guard who was guarding the cell had seen the guarantee issued by the torture room, and did not make things difficult for the good ministers, so he asked his subordinates to go in and take the people to take the job.

This is also reasonable. It is not a big deal for the local people in the hometown. There is no need for the prison chief to extort money from his family.

Their ways to make money are mostly those who are not familiar with the place and come in after making a mistake. If they make a mistake, they don’t know anything. If they want to live better in prison, they will naturally have to be merciless.

If you send a verbal message and write a letter from your family, you must respect these prisoners for some benefits to live in prison. Otherwise, if you have nothing to do every day, who can eat and live?

Of course, if you encounter the old fried dough sticks that come in and out of the local area, the prison leaders will still "beat". The reason is that these old fried dough sticks often make trouble, and there are some money in their hands, and there are also helping friends outside. If they don't knock on them, who will knock?

In addition to this kind of old fry, another kind of person, the prison leaders also have to be beaten. This kind of person is a naughty man, who knows nothing, does not obey the rules, and does not whine after entering. If he doesn't teach them a lesson, he will be in a mess in the prison. This kind of person is also a type of person who asks for trouble.

No matter what you are outside, if you enter other people's territory and are under the control of others, you still want to be the boss. Isn't this not taking the prison head seriously?

In short, a small cell and a lot of knowledge.

When the prison chief asked someone to ask someone to take the person, Liangchen's father and elder brother were locked up together. When he heard the prison guard let him go out, he said that someone had come to protect him. Wei Jinde was stunned and refused to go out, saying that the father and son would go out together.

"You can only leave. Your son has to stay and be imprisoned for a few more days. Who made him offend the county magistrate?" The jailer laughed and stepped forward without saying a word and dragged Wei Jinde out.

Wei Jinde had no choice but to ask Liangqing to be patient. When he went out, he asked his fellow villagers and the juniors to protect the people. Liangqing squatted in the corner and refused to leave his father, but he didn't dare to get up and rushed out, and he responded in a quiet voice.

Before leaving, Wei Jinde was worried and begged to the other people in the prison: "A few heroes, my eldest son is ignorant. Don't take any care of anything. The old man will buy wine and meat to deliver it."

"It's easy to say if you have wine and meat, no, hum, you know." A fierce young man leaned against the corner of the wall and laughed. The other prisoners looked at Liangqing with bad intentions.

When the prison guard saw it, he knew what was going on, but he ignored it. He chuckled and pushed Wei Jinde down, asking him to go out quickly.

"Yes, sure!"
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