I Become A Saint By Studying

The drum of the Yamen rang.

In the entire yamen hall, the atmosphere suddenly changed drastically.

All eyes fell on Song Zhili, the prefect.

Master Zhong's eyelids twitched for no reason.

"Someone is beating the drum to complain!"

Song Zhili's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly turned to look at Yan Shuangwu, the commander of Longweidu.

Swish!

When Yan Shuangwu heard the sound of Setsuna's drum, he stood up abruptly and said in a deep voice, "Master Song, the drum is already ringing, what are you still doing?"

"Yes Yes!"

Song Zhili didn't dare to be negligent, he hurriedly stepped off the desk, and walked quickly towards the outside of the yamen.

Sun Tongzhi complained incessantly, and hurriedly followed.

Just beheaded the head of a prominent family patriarch, what kind of injustice would this be?

The Commander of Longweidu was just about to leave, and seemed to remember something, turned his head to look at Lin Yi, and said, "Scholar Lin, your majesty praised you for the matter of pleading for Zhang Xiaoyan's life in the Lindong County Yamen, and now the magistrate is embracing you again." Ring, why don't you take a look together?"

"it is good!"

Lin Yi said solemnly, "The student is only a white man, to be praised by His Majesty, Sansheng is lucky!"

"My lord please!"

Lin Yi signaled Yan Shuangwu to go ahead, the latter nodded slightly, and walked out first.

Lin Yi glanced at Li Wenbo and followed him.

He Weijun and Mrs. Zhong did not go out, they are from the academy, according to the rules, they are not qualified to intervene in the affairs of the yamen.

Unless the matter involves the academy's bachelors, they will come forward to deal with it.

...

Outside the magistrate's yamen.

Under the night.

An old woman held a drumstick in both hands, gritted her teeth, and beat the drum with all her strength.

Her thin face was covered with dried tears.

Her thin body was no longer strong enough to support such high-intensity percussion.

But the unreconciled obsession in her heart, the heart to complain for the dead son, supported her... and beat the drum again and again.

behind the old woman.

The girl tightly clenched the patched corner of the old woman's clothes with her left hand, and wiped her tears with her right hand from time to time.

"grandmother!"

"Let Niuniu knock!"

"Did someone come to rescue Dad after knocking this?"

The girl didn't know the meaning of the old woman's drum, but she felt that the drum should be played for her father.

"My lord, the women are wronged!"

the old woman yelled.

Drums echoed in the night.

not far away.

Dozens of middle-aged men walked over quickly, their expressions full of worry and urgency.

They walked to the Yamen and hurriedly tried to dissuade them...

"Auntie, you can't think about it, come to the Yamen to beat the drums, is it useful?"

"Where the yamen is willing to take care of the life and death of our ordinary people, it is Junji Academy...the big man we can't afford to mess with in this life!"

"Auntie, we still have some money at home, let's collect enough later, and bury our brother, and he will be buried in peace!"

"Auntie, although we have a few people in our family and we are struggling for life, but in the future, my aunt and baby will move here, and we will be able to support them if we work harder!"

"We will help you, Auntie, the people don't fight with scholars, don't fight with officials... This is our ancestor's religion!"

These men are all craftsmen from Junji Academy.

Just now some scholars from Junji Academy came down the mountain and asked about their wages.

How dare they say that they didn't get paid? These scholars may have come to test their excuses.

Later, when I went to that brother's home, I found out...he had passed away.

And when he saw his aunt and girl going directly to the magistrate's yamen, he quickly called his fellow workers to dissuade them.

"Let me go!"

"Our son is dead, what do we want to live in this world? You have worked so hard for the academy, but in the end you can't get your wages. We are just angry, but we have put this life on the line!"

"Before we die, we want to come here to beat the drum, to see if Master Qingtian will help us ordinary people, and go to the academy to redress our grievances!"

The old woman burst into tears.

He looked at the group of men who were about the same age as his son, and said, "Children, I will keep your words in my heart..."

"I went back there, and when I saw our son, I will definitely tell him that he has you guys, it's worth it!"

The little girl also started to cry, shouting "Grandma..."

Boom!

Boom~

Crash!

And at this moment, a group of servants rushed out of the magistrate's yamen and quickly surrounded the place.

Dozens of men were so frightened that their faces turned pale and trembled.

But the old woman looked stubborn, straightened her spine, and faced the yamen servants squarely.

Prefect Song Zhili, Sun Tongzhi and others also left the yamen one after another.

Lin Yi and Li Wenbo followed behind the commander of Longweidu, and stood outside the magistrate's office, looking at the old woman and the little girl in the crowd.

at the same time……

I also saw that group of unfamiliar but somewhat familiar faces.

Lin Yi understood immediately.

The old woman beating the drums and calling out her grievances must have something to do with those craftsmen.

Looking at the dress on the old woman, and the dried tears on her face... including the little girl's face covered with tears...

This Setsuna.

Lin Yi felt his heart beating violently.

Their lives are already so poor, why do some people still deduct the wages of others to support their families.

Why?

Just relying on their resources?

Just because they are scholars in the academy?

Just relying on a sentence of writing, they are all ants?

"Master, it's the craftsmen from the academy..." Li Wenbo whispered.

"kindness!"

Lin Yi clenched his fists and nodded seriously.

'I want to be an official, I want to be an official who can end the life of a scholar...' Lin Yi has never had such a strong obsession in his heart.

Wen Daoxing, the people suffer.

Wen Dao declines, and the people suffer.

Now Lin Yi has no yearning for the power of Wen Dao in his heart, he just wants to... do his best to fulfill his ambition.

The power of writing and dao is a boost.

But definitely not his pursuit of reading.

justice.

fair.

That's all!

"Bang the drum in the middle of the night, what grievance do you want to report? If it is an ordinary matter, if you report it beyond the rules, this official will never let you go lightly!"

Song Zhili's eyes fell on the old woman, who had an official authority.

The little girl hid behind the old woman in fright, trembling.

The dozens of folk craftsmen who discouraged the old woman were also regarded by the guards as being with the old woman.

Surround them.

At this moment, everyone's faces turned pale with fright, and they kept saying...Your Excellency is wronged!

The old woman was terrified. Ordinary people have never seen such a high official as the magistrate.

But no matter how terrible it is, it can't compare with the pain of losing a child.

Plop!

The old woman knelt down directly, her head hit the ground heavily, her eyes were red, and she said word by word, "The woman wants to sue the Junji Academy, deduct the wages of the craftsmen, and kill the son of the woman..."

"I beg your lord to avenge the women!"

boom!

The old woman grabbed the ground with her head, her forehead firmly stuck to the ground, and when she looked up at Song Zhili again, blood flowed down her forehead...

"Grandma, you're bleeding, Niu Niu is afraid, Niu Niu will brag..."

The girl cried out in fright, stood on tiptoe, blew gently, and gently wiped the wound of the old woman kneeling on the ground with her sleeve.

"Niu Niu is not afraid, grandma is here!"

The old woman held the little girl's hand tightly, her eyes blurred with tears...

The baby is the poor person!

Lost his mother since childhood.

Now he lost his father.

It's true that the hemp rope is only broken at the fine point, and bad luck is only for the poor!