Father can be an enemy to the country

Those spies were responsible for monitoring the provincial halls.

In the year of the imperial examination, hundreds of candidates from all provinces came to Beijing to take the exam. Most of them went out for the first time in their lives, let alone entered Beijing. If you are unfamiliar with the place and don't even understand the language, you will naturally be treated as a fat sheep by the locals. Not only were they bullied, but poor people were often murdered for their money and died in a foreign country.

Juren are the elites of a province and future officials. The problems they encounter will naturally be solved by someone.

So senior fellow countrymen who were officials in Beijing came forward to help. With money from fellow businessmen in Beijing, they purchased a house in Beijing, hired servants, prepared meals, and provided accommodation for the descendants. The guild hall was born. Because it was mainly set up to receive candidates who came to Beijing to take exams, it was also called the "examination hall".

Of course, the guild hall is not idle at ordinary times. It also receives officials from the same hometown who come to Beijing for business, as well as wealthy businessmen who come to Beijing to do business. Over time, it becomes a gathering place for fellow residents in Beijing. Therefore, by living in the guild hall, Juzi could not only live and eat for free, but also keep up to date with the latest exam information and receive guidance from senior experts.

This is really important in an era when information is very limited. Many candidates obviously have learned enough, but they still cannot go to high school just because they do not understand the political trends of the court and the latest trends in the literary world and cannot write pleasing and correct articles.

Therefore, even if the candidates are extremely rich, they will live in the guild hall honestly during the period before taking the exam. But because of this, there are spies from Jin Yiwei in all the guild halls.

They either break into the guild hall and become servants, clerks or even stewards there. Either he was originally a member of the guild hall, but was later developed into a spy by Jin Yiwei. No matter what the situation is, the rules set by Lao San and Lao Liu are still the same - no wages are usually paid, but as long as there is harvest, they will be rewarded. Not open for half a year, but open for a year...

This not only reduces the operating costs of Jinyiwei, allowing the brothers to quickly establish a huge intelligence network with limited funds, but also increases the enthusiasm of the spies, allowing them to keep their eyes open at all times, looking for fortune. Opportunity……

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"Since the disciples came to Beijing, the guild hall has been full of people and guests all day long." The secret agent in charge of the Jiangxi guild hall was named Zhou Qi, and he reported to the prince respectfully:

"The fellow villagers in Beijing all praised the people who held the ceremony, and they themselves were very proud of themselves. They really walked with wind and sounded like loud bells. In the middle of the night, there were people talking loudly in the yard, making them noisy to death all day long."

"As a result, starting from the Dragon Boat Festival, the atmosphere in the guild hall suddenly changed. The disciples became sneaky one by one, gathering mysteriously in the room and not coming out all day." Zhou Qi continued: "So On hot days, every time they don't open the windows, and there are bookboys guarding the door, it's obvious that they are discussing some secret."

"Yes, it was also around the Dragon Boat Festival in our Zhejiang Guild Hall. The disciples suddenly seemed to have changed. They closed the door and muttered all day long. Can we avoid making people suspicious?" Several other spies also nodded in agreement. "Huguang Guild Hall is also..."

"Yes." Zhu Zhen sat behind the case and listened attentively. He nodded again and motioned for them to continue.

"To do this in front of us, isn't it just a trick? You guys must get to the bottom of this matter!" Zhou Qi raised his eyebrows and then reported:

"Although they are generally very vigilant, with so many people, there will always be some careless ones - the villain took advantage of them to sleep at night and found a piece of paper from under the pillow of a candidate."

"What's the content?" Zhu Zhen asked in a deep voice.

"The villain is illiterate..." Zhou Qi smiled bitterly and quickly added: "But I have already handed the piece of paper back to the Yamen."

"What about you?" Zhu Zhen asked several other people.

"Back to your lord, our situation is similar." Several other spies also stole or copied, and got what they wanted from several of them.

The only literate spy among them reported: "Nine arithmetic problems were written on the piece of paper the villain found."

"Where's the question?" Zhu Zhen's eyes flashed coldly. "Why didn't I see it on your notice?"

"That little guy doesn't know." Several people shook their heads.

Zhu Zhen then looked at the governor of Jinyiwei who was responsible for filling in the official register. The governor hurriedly leaned over and reported: "Back to the prince, the written evidence sent with the report form is usually directly pasted on the official register to facilitate the climb. Check it out.”

"No wonder..." He finally understood why Lao Ba had to tear up those pages of records.

"That's not right." Zhu Zhen suddenly remembered something and said, "If I remember the written evidence, I will also make a copy of it on the report sheet to prevent the original from being lost."

"Yes." The governor and the spies all turned pale and stammered: "But, but later on, the control was not strict, so no one..."

Halfway through the words, they felt a biting chill and saw Mao Xiang's eyes out of the corner of his eye, as if he wanted to kill someone.

A few people felt their hearts skip a beat and quickly changed their words: "Yes, it was us who slacked off and did not strictly follow the regulations. All the mistakes we made are our fault..."

Zhu Zhen was too lazy to argue with them about the existence of these things, and asked himself: "Even if there is no evidence, you still remember who you found the test questions from, right?"

"Of course, of course." Several people nodded quickly: "I won't admit my mistake even if I turn into ashes."

"Then why are you still standing there? Hurry up and take the people to get them!" Mao Xiang stamped his feet.

"Don't alert the enemy." Zhu Zhen shook his head and said, "Keep an eye on them and wait until dark before taking action."

"Yes, I was reckless because of my humble position." Mao Xiang wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then said with shame: "It's really shameful these two years, and it has wasted the prince's hard work. I am guilty of humble duty, please punish me."

"I no longer care about Jin Yiwei." Zhu Zhen waved his hand, indicating that he did not have to say so: "I also understand your difficulties, but there is one thing, you have to do something if you don't do something - what does your father do to feed you? So The old man is actually kept in the dark about big things, isn't this how you seek death?"

"Yes, the lesson taught by the prince is right." Mao Xiang sighed with shame on his face: "This mentality of doing more is worse than doing less is really killing people."

"Cao Xiu had this kind of mentality and was sent to the imperial guard by his father. Do you think that you have as much face as Cao Xiu? Did your mother save my father's life?" Zhu Zhen said calmly. Asked: "Can he end up as good as him in the end?"

"No." Mao Xiang, with white hair on his forehead, knelt down and thanked him: "The prince really woke up the dreamer with his words. Mao Xiang knew what to do."

"Okay, I will look at your performance." Zhu Zhen nodded. In fact, he was very dissatisfied with Mao Xiang.

But in Beijing, using one's own strength to do such a thing is purely a recipe for death. We can only borrow Jin Yiwei for a while, so it is enough to give him a brief beating and let him do his best to handle the current errands.