The Nancheng Military and Ma Si Yamen originally occupied a large area, but Yongle was one of the top major yamen in Nancheng at that time, with more than 100 houses and more than 4,000 people.

However, in two hundred years, the military officials have become more than 40 houses left in Nancheng. There are only 6 or 700 people working in the shop. Among them, there are more than 300 people who have been listening to each year, and the rest will come out and go for a walk when they have something to do.

After the peace was over for too long, the military and military officials had already lost their energy from the beginning of the country and their power was invaded too much, so that they have now become a small yamen where anyone can come to drink a few words. If this yamen had not directly dealt with the market, there would be some good things to make, and the officials who listened to the poor would not want to stay there. No matter what age, if there is no real thing, who is capable, would anyone be willing to be angry?

The sun was about to set in the west. Most of the soldiers who went out to patrol here were back. They would change shifts later. The shifts were changed. The ones were down, and the ones were down, and the ones were in and out were very lively. But today it was strange that there was no one in the huge military and horse yard, and there was only a gangster holding a teapot in the corridor on the left side of the main hall.

This group of idle surnamed Wang is a nearby residents, and people call him Wang San. According to the system, it is Wang San's turn to sit in the shop this month.

The so-called "sitting shops" means that residents who are close to each other regularly take some time to come to the yamen to listen to the jail. Most of them are patrolling and helping with some miscellaneous things to maintain order, which is very hard. Therefore, rich residents will pay to hire people to sit for shops, just like the soldiers of the garrison who spend money to hire people to "dai Mao".

Because there was a relative at home, Commander Meng and his concubine, Wang San was able to take care of him as a yamen. Otherwise, he would have to go on inspection every day and there would be an update in the middle of the night, so who could bear it?

There is no one in the yard, there is someone in the lobby.

Meng Guozhong, deputy commander of the Nancheng Military Affairs Office, was sitting in with a guest. He didn't know what he said, but he didn't come out for half an hour.

The kettle that Wang San was carrying in his hand changed again and again, but he didn't hear Deputy Commander Meng and his friends call for tea change for a long time, so he was a little curious. He saw just now that Commander Meng's guest was from the East Factory. After a few words came in, Commander Meng asked Tou to take people to Zuo'anmen.

But I don’t know which thorn on the other end of Zuoanmen was called Dongchang, so I specially sent someone to take care of it. It seems that if the thorn is not locked, it will probably have to bleed heavily. Otherwise, it is possible to peel a layer of skin alive.

But this matter has nothing to do with Wang San. He is just a helper, and even if there is any oil or water, he just hopes that Commander Meng will disperse early in the main hall and will go home soon.

In the cold weather, the warm bed of wives and children is the most realistic.

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In the lobby, there were three people sitting and one standing.

Meng Guozhong, the deputy commander of the Nancheng Military and Ma Si, sat down as the master. Although he was only a seventh-rank official, he was a genuine Jinshi.

In the early years, the officials of the Military and Ma Si were selected from the army, and the system was very chaotic. In the Jiajing period, a censor wrote a letter saying that the Military and Ma Si should be elected as the official of the Imperial Examination. Then the court re-elected Jinshi to serve as the Military and Ma Si.

Usually they are the deputy commanders of the seventh rank of Zheng, and the commander is still the relative, and the princess and fathers of the county are the titles. Therefore, in fact, the actual person in charge of the respective yamen of the five cities is the deputy commanders of the seventh rank of Zheng.

Meng Guozhong is over forty years old and is quite thin. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is skinny and bone-bone. However, although others are thin, none of the soldiers and horses in the Nancheng City dares to neglect him. They call Meng Guozhong the "living king of hell."

This nickname is not for nothing. In the early years, Meng Guozhong stayed in the Ministry of Justice and had many ways to deal with people. In the past few years, no one of the rogues who had been called to rectify him trembled when he heard his name.

There was a person sitting at the beginning of Meng Guozhong, who was Zhang Wenkun, who was one of Meng Guozhong's most useful subordinates. He looked like a big belly and sat upright like a smiling monk, which made people feel a little close when they saw it. However, when Nancheng mentioned the Living King of Hell, he would be smiling. Those who could be attracted by Meng Guozhong were not ordinary people.

The one standing was the Bingma Si's clerk, and he was also a staff member of Meng Guozhong. He was a scholar named Chen Shicheng. He was very flexible and wrote good words. He was deeply trusted by Meng Guozhong. Chen Shicheng was responsible for the documents in the yamen, and even the documents that Meng Guozhong handed to the Ministry of War were mostly written by him. Some shameful private accounts were also handled by Chen Shicheng.

Another sitting person, who is about thirty years old, is a hundred-family family. He is wearing a flying fish suit and looks very capable.

This person is famous and has an extraordinary identity. He is a prisoner in Naidong Factory.

According to the principle, the hundred households are also seventh-rank officials, but neither Meng Guozhong nor Zhang Wenkun dared to look down on the punishment of the hundred households in the East Factory, and their words and deeds are regarded as superiors.

The Dongchang is of strict rank, and the lowest is the essay, the chief officer, the squad, and the upward essay is the 100 households and the 100 households. The ones that ordinary people can see are the essays at the bottom, and these essays are already extremely vicious for officials and ordinary people. Therefore, the essays at the Dongchang are already at the level of a person. If such people come forward, the cases they handle may be at the level of a minister and a governor.

Now, a hundred households in the East Factory were sitting upright in the yamen. How could Meng Guozhong and others not be able to deal with it? Even if they were a genuine Jinshi, Meng Guozhong’s attitude towards You Dakai can be called extremely humble. After all, he is a practical official, not a Qingliu. After more than ten years of official career, Meng Guozhong knows more about being tactful than those Qingliu. Who can provoke and who can’t provoke? He is a clean family.

On the one hand, the factory guards have command over the military commander; on the other hand, You Dakai, a hundred households in charge of the punishment, can speak directly from the four major entrances of the East Factory. And the four major entrances, not only Yu Dongchang is the second only to the Admiral and Eunuch, but also in the inner court, they are also a supervisor. It can be said that when any of the four major entrances speak, half of the ground in the capital will be shaken.

Such a person, Meng Guozhong, who is a seventh-rank rank, really can't show his literary character.

However, after You Dakai came in, he had not spoken until now. He didn't speak, and Meng Guozhong and the others dared not speak randomly, so everyone sat quietly. The tea bowls on the table were already cold, but no one asked to change the tea, so they just sat there.

Chen Shicheng couldn't help looking out, feeling very anxious. The You Baihu from the East Factory came to the door in person like a Tai Sui, and his commander didn't even dare to let go of a single fart. If Chen Er made up the matter, maybe the person surnamed You would smash the Bingma Si.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Zhang Wenkun thought that Chen Er was about to finish his business. He was thinking that news was coming.
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