Inscription of Different Cases

The plan for a year lies in spring.

Among the four seasons, spring is particularly precious.The hard winter is over, the trees are green, the stream is gurgling, and every family is busy with spring plowing.The originally desolate and desolate fields, as soon as the snow melted, there were busy livestock and people everywhere.The fertile and flat fields, the rows of villages, everything looks so lively and bright.

As the sun rises gradually, the breath of spring rippling over the fields, like a ray of dancing breeze, carrying the calm and powerful cry of the farmers when they are working, fluttering into the county town.

The name of this county is Anping County, it is located in the jurisdiction of the capital, but it is three days away from the capital, and it is a medium-sized county with a population of less than [-].It was noon, the yamen in the center of the city was adjudicating cases, and the newly appointed county lieutenant, Han Lang, was sitting on the side seat by the window, trying hard not to fall asleep in the refreshing spring breeze.

It wasn't that he was audacious, nor was he blaspheming public office, it was just that there was really no need for the current case to be tried.A middle-aged man was standing under the hall. He firmly believed that his neighbor Zhao had stolen his eggs.And Zhao was confronting him, saying over and over again: "Obviously your chicken ran into my yard and laid eggs in my house, so how can you steal it!"

The two quarreled more and more intensely, as if two fighting cocks were about to wrestle together.Han Lang leaned back in his chair and yawned again.The others in the room were not much better than him, and County Magistrate Qian on the main seat, a short and thin old man, was already leaning on his cheeks and staring blankly ahead.Next to him is the chief bookkeeper, surnamed Meng. Although he is holding a pen and continuing to record the case, he stops and glances into the distance from time to time, looking bored.

Today is the seventh day of February, the third day of the "Announcement Day".The so-called release of complaints means that ordinary people are allowed to file complaints with the government.According to the law of the current dynasty, in order not to delay the farming season, during the spring plowing period, all small cases such as household marriage, land, money and debts, etc., will be heard on the "Release Day" from the fifth to the seventh day of each month, and will not be accepted at other times. .For the past three days, the yamen has been filled with all kinds of trivial cases, and each case must be tried in a formal manner, without any laziness.

The two people in the hall were still arguing, the yamen guards on both sides could not help laughing, but due to the majesty of the court, they had to hold back.County magistrate Qian finally got tired of hearing it, slapped the gavel in his hand, and shouted: "Enough!

Zhao was then sentenced to pay ten eggs to the complainant and to assist the other party in repairing the chicken coop.When Han Lang saw the records of the master book, there was a helpless smile on his face.The two still wanted to argue, but County Magistrate Qian didn't give them a chance to speak, and called the yamen servant to expel them in a hurry.

Han Lang breathed a sigh of relief quietly: Alright, this case can be regarded as closed.

Then came in a man and a woman. The man said the woman had committed adultery with his brother, and the woman said nothing had happened.Han Lang started to feel drowsy again, these cases didn't require him to be present at all, he was just being an audience on the sidelines.He looked around and found that the window next to him was open, and the refreshing spring breeze was blowing in slowly, making his ears itchy.

Looking sideways out of the window, there are sparse flowers and trees outside, and the streets in the distance are hidden in the dense shadow of trees.From the street, there are hawkers shouting, passers-by talking and laughing, sometimes mixed with chirping birds, no matter where it is, it is much better than this stuffy county government office.Perhaps aware of his mood, Master Meng next to him glanced at him, took a moment to lean over and said, "Master Han, can you do me a favor?"

"What's the matter?" Han Lang asked.

Meng Zhubo smiled slightly, and said: "I still have a few files that I haven't had time to put back, so I put them in the academy at the back. Would you please Mr. Han to make a trip?"

Han Langdun was pleasantly surprised and said gratefully, "I'll do whatever I want."

"As for it, it's just going out for a while." Master Meng chuckled. He is in his early forties this year, with a short nose, thick eyebrows, and a round chin that almost blends into his cheeks. He looks extremely generous and gentle.Han Lang has received a lot of care from him since he took office, and he feels that this Meng Zhubo is more like his elder and colleague than the county magistrate Qian who is always on airs and yelling.

The academy was much quieter than before. Han Lang sorted out the recent documents, and saw Wu Zhao's case in a blink of an eye.The gambling house was sealed up, the case was closed, and He Yijiu was released early.Although that strange man was full of mysteries, he was successful in saving people, and it was Han Lang who saved him, so he had to let it go in the end.

Speaking of which, the man's mouth is really a bastard. During the interrogation, he boasted about his psychic ability to Han Lang's policemen, and then talked about Feng Shui, human meridians, and rare treasures.The police officer Lao Zhang was deceived into wanting to do herbal medicine business. Lao Liu began to believe that he had a strange disease and had to take the so-called "elixir" he sold to cure it.As for the little policeman Ah Bao who lived on the same street as him, he already called him Lord He and worshiped him like a saint.

These people are also disappointing, can they be deceived?Han Lang cursed.He Yijiu is not just a fortune teller, he has a superficial understanding of ghosts and gods, and dares to go to the streets to fool people with a half-knowledge.Just like a jerk.

I don't know where he is now?Anyway, this kind of street gangster is either cheating people of money somewhere, or lying on the street doing nothing.He'd better not stay in the county, lest one day the enemy's road is narrow and hit him on the head again.

As Han Lang thought about it, he folded the documents and put them in order one by one, and carefully brushed off the dust on the desk.At this moment, a corner of a letter of paper under the pressure of the documents was exposed, curled up like a gray mouse under the layers of files, and happened to slip into his field of vision.

How come here?Han Lang stretched out his hand and pulled it out.The papers of pleadings are all sent to the county magistrate's desk, so there is no reason to throw them here.Looking at the inscription at the end, it seems that it was submitted in recent days.

He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should look at it or not.After thinking about it, since it was all thrown here, it should be an unimportant case, so it shouldn't hurt to take a look.

The writing on the paper was rough, and the characters were stumbled, and some places were unreadable.It feels like a countryman who has read some books, because he has no money to find someone to write for him, so he can only reluctantly write it by himself.Han Lang read it once, his brows became pimples, and he re-read it a second time.According to the petition, a fire broke out at Baochang Dam in the suburbs of Anping County, and more than [-] people were burned to death.And this was not an accident, someone set the fire on purpose and asked the county government to investigate the case thoroughly.

More than [-] people died tragically... This is a big case!Han Lang suddenly felt cold sweat dripping down.Why is such a case thrown here? Could it be that someone deliberately concealed it and did not report it?In any case, if I saw this pleading paper, I could never ignore it.Han Lang immediately put away the pleading paper, raised his head and hurried out of the room.

You must go to the county magistrate.he thinks.When he entered the court, the county magistrate was still adjudicating the case, and the people in the court had been replaced by another couple. The man accused his daughter-in-law of disobedience, and ignored him on weekdays.But this man is a bad mouthed person, and he can't stop nagging, from his daughter-in-law's poor background, her mother's family is all supported by himself, to his love of garlic sprouts, and the bread made by his wife is not garlic sprouts but green onions.Everything is detailed, counting one by one almost according to the number of days.

Because this man was so talkative, his wife couldn't interrupt him, and even County Magistrate Qian couldn't interrupt him.However, his story was so exciting that the county magistrate, chief secretary, and other yamen servants could barely hear the feeling of a storyteller, and they all listened with great interest.When Han Lang entered, County Magistrate Qian smiled and nodded frequently following the man's narration.The yamen servant sent a message for him, and the magistrate Qian turned his head and said impatiently, "What's the matter?"

Han Lang briefly explained the situation.

"That man is a lunatic," County Magistrate Qian frowned, and waved his hand as if chasing flies. "He sends pleading papers here every day, and the writing doesn't make sense. Can you believe it? Leave him alone."

Seeing that Han Lang didn't leave, he added: "The previous county lieutenant went to investigate before returning to his hometown. There is no such person in Baochangba."

"But..." Han Lang wanted to explain a few more words.

The county magistrate was about to speak, when the surrounding yamen servants suddenly laughed out loud. It turned out that the "storyteller" in the hall suddenly told a funny thing, which made everyone laugh.The county magistrate was a little annoyed now, because Han Lang interrupted him, he didn't hear the joke, so he immediately slapped the gavel and angrily said: "Stop laughing! Shut up!"

Suddenly there was silence.

He pointed at the person who complained and said, "You, tell me again!"

The man continued timidly.

Standing by the side, Han Lang couldn't laugh or cry, and didn't know whether he should back down.At this time, the county magistrate noticed him, waved his hand again and said, "Forget it, anyway, there are no major cases recently, so you can investigate if you want."

Then he glanced at Han Lang wearily, meaning: Find a place to cool off by yourself, don't keep standing here and hinder me from listening to jokes.

Han Lang could only walk away frowning.

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At the same time, at the market one mile away, He Yijiu was leaning on the street to bask in the sun.

He came to this county not long ago, with his martial arts and a very smart head, he seems to be a new local snake.The lower classes in the whole city knew him, those with lower seniority had to call him Lord, and those with higher seniority did not dare to offend him.Many flattering people have already gone to be his followers. Although he refused all of them, these people are especially good at winking.As long as he rolls his eyes, someone will run up immediately.

"Master He, what's the matter?"

"It's hot," He Yijiu tore up the front of his clothes, exposing his tendons, "fan the wind for Grandpa.

"okay!"

All passers-by on the street saw this scene: a tall man with his clothes open, his hands behind his head, lying comfortably on a haystack for a nap, and beside him there was a man with mischievous eyebrows holding a cattail fan to fan him.The man lying down had a strong figure, and his well-defined chest and abdomen rose and fell slightly with his breathing under the noon sun.Because of the hot weather, there was a layer of oily sweat on it, which made people feel more distracted.

Looking at his face again, he is really suave and masculine.It's just that he is too ruffian, and everyone looks provocative, and he is an out-and-out hooligan.

At this moment, while enjoying the cool breeze, He Yijiu glanced at the people coming and going on the street.Whenever he sees a girl with good looks, he will either whistle at the other party, or throw a charming flying eye, causing the girls to walk away quickly with blushing faces.The attendant looked at it for a long time, and couldn't help but said: "These little girls are too boring, the kiln sisters from Yichun Courtyard are the ones who are more interesting."

"You can only visit Yichun Courtyard." He Yijiu said disdainfully.

The attendant was a little curious: "Then what kind does Master He like?"

He Yijiu fiddled with the pigtails on his ears, and after thinking for a long time, he slowly said: "Be more savage, more aggressive, not too easy to provoke. Bingshan beauty is also good. In short, she is powerful enough to make me, Mr. He, admire her." Just do it."

The attendant was dumbfounded: "Where can I find such a person?"

He Yijiu didn't answer, but closed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.After a long time, he suddenly said without thinking: "Speaking of which, that kid actually stared at my eyelashes... on purpose?"

"what?"

He Yijiu glanced at his follower, knowing that he had made a slip of the tongue, he snorted coldly, "It's nothing."

The two were talking, when they suddenly saw a salesman passing by beating boudoir drums.Good guy, there are a dozen or so girls around this man, of different ages, beauty and ugliness, but they are all rushing to buy his things.He Yijiu was aroused, so he raised his upper body to take a good look, but his eyes didn't move away for a long time.

The attendant also found the problem, and hurriedly asked, "Master He, what's the matter?"

"Who is that person?" He Yijiu pointed to the shopkeeper, with a strange look on his face.

"Oh, it seems to be called Lin Xiaosheng, he's just a silly shopkeeper with a pretty face, and he only likes women," the attendant said, glanced at He Yijiu, and found that the other party's eyes had been chasing that person, and immediately "hehe "Laughed a few times, and said tacitly, "Master He... So how did you say hello?"

He Yijiu sneered and said, "What's the matter with one mouthful and another, just have eyes on the buttocks."

"Then... Tomorrow, I'll call a few brothers to tie up this man and send him to you?" The servant cautiously asked.

The smile on He Yijiu's face withdrew, making his expression look a bit dark: "No, this person can't."

"What's up?"

"Brown eyebrows and thin lips, outlines reversed, Yintang has needles and broken seals, and the evil spirit is heavy! When you meet such a person, you will be unlucky for eight lifetimes!

The attendant was stupid, he didn't understand a single word that Master He said, and it was a pity that he understood it.He knew that He Yijiu was a man of gods and knew how to read faces, so he glanced at the peddler again.The more I looked at it, the more confused I became, and I couldn't help asking: "No way, she looks very handsome, like a poor scholar."

He Yijiu didn't bother to explain to him: "Anyway, I'm right. Don't mess with him, so as not to cause disaster."

There was a long "oh" from the squad leader.

For an entire hour, the two stayed here watching the street scene.The attendant shook the fan until his hands were sore, and the arm was all wood, but He Yijiu didn't tell him to stop, and he didn't dare to stop.He only hoped that when He Yijiu was working later, he could take him with him, or give him some pointers, and the money in his pocket would be settled.

When the sun was setting towards the west, a man who looked like a bastard finally came, and when he saw He Yijiu, he hurried over and called out respectfully: "Master He."

He Yijiu glanced at him, and calmly said, "Have you found out?"

"I've found out. There is a rich man in Baochangba who is dying. He said that he offended a god and got a strange disease. He is looking for a doctor."

"Success, it's him."

Seeing that He Yijiu was about to leave, the attendant became anxious, threw down his fan and said, "Hey Lord, can you give me a share of the pie?"

He Yijiu looked at him arrogantly, from head to toe, finally raised his eyebrows, and said: "No, you are a little tender."

The attendant immediately put on a mournful face, thinking that the fans all afternoon had been in vain.Seeing this, He Yijiu pointed to the house across the street indifferently: "Did you see that man in the jade shop? He cheated three people in one afternoon, and sold two fake bracelets and a fake finger ring. You Let's see."

"What... what should I do?"

"The brains are being fed to the dog," He Yijiu hated that the iron could not be turned into steel, "Go to him! You say you have seen it!"

"...Then how did you see it, Mr. He? You watched them all afternoon? No, you're still talking to me, molesting girls, and..."

He Yijiu slapped him on the back of the head, turned and left.