Yu Qian stopped at Datong for two days as planned. He had thought a lot before coming, but after coming, he found that he could not change anything. At least the battle is imminent, and even if he wants to change, he would not dare to move lightly.

I am afraid that the result is to make sure that the generals and the lower-level officers start to read first.

When Yu Qian came, he had a light chariot, but when he left, he brought a large number of slaves and escorted soldiers to Daningwei. There were ships that had begun to transport slaves to Guangdong.

In two days, when Yu Qian set out to go to Daning, Bai Minghe had already returned to Guangzhou City.

It is Guangzhou City, not Chunhui Garden.

Finally, it was time to kill people. Xing'an wore his clothes back to the factory manager's clothes and appeared in Guangzhou.

"Do you know your guilt?" Sitting on the main hall of the Censorate, Xing'an only said this, and then he didn't even look at the two Censors. He held a tea cup in his hand, and just used the cup lid to slide the tea leaves floating on it.

Whether to defend or confess guilt, it is not easy to make this decision.

The two censors were sweating profusely, even if they were second-rank, Xing'an was just a small fourth-rank, but in front of Xing'an, the governor of the East Factory of Xing'an, they were not even straight. Officials of all sizes and sizes in the inspector's yamen knelt behind them, most of them were sweating profusely.

"I am guilty, but I am not wrong!" Yang Shan, the right censor, gritted his teeth and refuted.

"Interesting, the scatterer will listen to it. What's wrong with you?" Xing'an said with a smile. A stub next to him immediately opened a book and said loudly: "Yang Shan, a scholar, has been promoted to the title of Zhengqing of the Honglu Temple for 30 years. The Tumu Fortress was followed. After the war, he was sent to Watanabe, and his eloquence was great."

This big shot only talks about two facts. One is the scholar's fame and the other is the eloquence.

Xing'an smiled coldly: "Then let the miscellaneous people listen to it. What's so great about this eloquence."

Yang Shan is a very interesting person famous in the early Ming Dynasty, known in history as Yang Da Xiucai. In the early years of Jingtai, he was originally given the position of a chief censor. However, this official position was like stepping on a cat's tail, and there were three. Yu Qian didn't like to talk empty words and only talkatively. Yang Ning hated such a person without fame and fortune, and was just a scholar. Gao Gu hated him even more because he had no fame and fortune and was too smooth, but he was still a somewhat upright person.

Therefore, he, the seat of the Censor, is like there are three rows of iron thorns under the seat.

A smart person and an official as a scholar have experienced many hardships and ups and downs. He knows how to make choices, so he invited him to Guangdong. It has been almost two years since he has gained a foothold in Guangdong.

But what surprised him was that a white crane jumped out of a stone. A juren turned the whole of Guangdong upside down. A small seventh-rank official had no imperial edict, no imperial envoy, no backstage, but he really got to the level of becoming an official, and in one sentence, he copied the Hu family.

Having thought about the content of the conversation in my heart, Yang Shan was about to tell a story for Xing'an.

Speaking of the talent of telling stories, even the Watshu people were fooled by him, and he believed that Xing'an could be convinced by him.

Bang..., this is the sound of the fan unfolding, and a young man in a silk blue shirt walked out of the back hall.

A scene that shocked everyone appeared.

Xing'an stood up. This time, both those who were standing and those who were kneeling were nervous. Xing'an welcomed this person.

Not only did they greet each other, but they also gave the first place to this young man, Xing'an sat in the second position next to him. However, the young man looked as if he had taken it for granted, sitting above the first place.

"Yang Daxiucai, a clever and flexible person," the young man spoke, but was responding to Xing'an.

If you haven’t seen it before, it doesn’t mean you haven’t heard it. Who in Guangdong, who has such a strong aura, and who dares to despise the entire Guangdong?

Yang Shan exclaimed: "White-famous crane!"

"It's my official. Lord Yang, don't show off your lips and words with me here. What you know is the rest of me. However, if you like this, you will be innocent from now on." Bai Minghe said, and then he closed his fan: "Come on, arrange a seat for Lord Yang."

Yang Shan was not so frustrated by the general, and sitting down would be like a stranger to the Guangdong Censor.

But without sitting, he had no confidence to deal with Xing'an and Bai Minghe at the same time, and he was really hesitant.

"Is this the only talent you have? Facing life and death only in a moment, how many people give you time to hesitate. Even if you die, you cannot hesitate. Even if you make the wrong choice, you cannot be unresponsive. When you enter this room, haven't you counted how many cards you have?"

Bai Minghe said a few words to Yang Shan's face turned red suddenly.

He knew very well that Bai Minghe was right, and Bai Minghe caught all the key points of the verbal dispute.

"Sit down." Bai Minghe's words were very plain, as if they were ordering. Yang Shan sighed and sat on the chair.

"As a businessman, Fang Shu wants to kill me, he bet on all his wealth, and he also takes poison with his granddaughter, which is the determination to die with his own official. So, who is instructing him behind him? If he wants to kill, he will not be able to stop it. Is it an unjust prison? Even if it is an unjust, you will be a crime of accomplice if you collect the money."

"Mr. Bai."

A young official stood up from behind and walked to the front a few steps.

"Even if you die, you have to say something. Lord Bai is a sixth-rank official, can you afford this outfit? Even if Lord Bai is rich in your family, there is nothing to say about the money. How many officials in the Ming Dynasty are so proud that this salary is forcing people to study hard for ten years, just for a simple meal?"

Bai Minghe didn't say anything, but the man opened his notebook again.

"Yue Zheng, a military vocation in his family for generations. The first in the thirteen Zhengtong examinations, the third in the palace examinations. Tanhua. Although he was not questioned for his crime, he was not questioned because he broke a Buddhist lamp in the palace. However, he was not questioned. Nanfang, the seventh-rank criminal clerk in Guangdong.

"Among the saint's words, are your words reasonable?" Bai Minghe asked back, and Yue Zheng was speechless.

The saint said that he would give to the emperor without asking for anything in return, and be honest and dedicated to the public.

And what you give is not an obligation, but a favor. Just as there is another saying in the future, thunder, rain and dew are all holy graces.

Yang Shan followed Bai Minghe's words and thought that if he could say it better, at least he would not be as pure as Bai Minghe said, and he would not choke and want to turn against him. He would have the heart to kill Bai Minghe.

"Xing Du!" Bai Minghe bowed.

Xing'an nodded slightly: "Come on, give four cups of poisoned wine, kill 17 people, 234 people become ordinary slaves, and 75 people were sent to the mines for the bitter slaves." Xing'an did not need to be tried or defended at all, and the result was directly made.

At this moment, several people in a bad mood immediately fainted.

After several Dongchang actors took over the list, many people were desperate, and even Yue Zheng was a little unwilling.

But these characters went out after getting the list and did not attack an official here.

"Yue Zheng, you are also a talent. After taking over Fang's account book, the first quarter of silver is called "Supering Integrity Silver". A standard is re-developed. Each level of officials is divided into three levels, upper, middle and lower levels. The silver required for local life is different, with floating and increased subsidies, and the bitter and cold land is filled with hard work. New officials are above the ninth rank and below the first rank. There is no one in the first half of a year, and it will be released half a year later depending on political achievements."

Yue Zheng was confused, and Bai Minghe was too brave.

Originally, as the person who manages the account books, the Fang family acted secretly.

Bai Minghe put all this on the surface, wouldn’t he be afraid of killing the nine clans?

"Are you afraid, or do you think you can't do it well?" Bai Minghe asked.

"Mr. Bai, how do you decide on your political achievements?" Yue Zheng gritted his teeth and accepted his fate.

"When I was in the capital, a group of new officials recently had to write a document called the Political Outline. For a county magistrate, how much your population has increased, how much newborn mortality rate has decreased, how many acres of land are there, how much yield is there per mu! How many bandits in the area, how many serious cases such as punishment and killing are there? Is there no idea or plan?"

Bai Minghe's words are already very amateur.

The criminal case is the duty of the inspector, the birth rate is the governor, and the bandits are inspected by the chief officer.

But no matter what, Yue Zheng understood.

"Please allow Lord Bai to call some personnel, but it cannot be completed by the only official." Yue Zheng could hear that Bai Minghe's method was more practical under the previous idealism of Hu Yuan's family.

"Transferring people is a trivial matter, I just tell all officials in Guangdong that corruption is a serious crime, and dereliction of duty is also a serious crime in addition to corruption. If anyone commits it, I don't mind letting him reflect the heavy punishment."

The person holding the notebook said at this time: "There is a kind of punishment in the East Factory, which will peel the human skin alive and then put it on the human skin. If you have been peeled for three or five days, you will die. Let him see what he looks like."

A chill of ice oozing surged upwards from the feet of these officials.

"Chen Wen was promoted to the right censor, and Yang Shan was the left censor. The former left censor, and I will give you a chance to go to Little Luzon to let those Luzons understand what the Ming Dynasty law is. If you do well, add you a prince's young security guard. If you don't do well, go home to farm. The rest of the people will not move according to their duties and complete the first assessment of all officials in Guangdong before the end of the year."

Bai Minghe stood up after saying that.

Just when the officials were dissatisfied and wanted to refute, the two brothers of the Yang family, Yang Hu and Yang Bao, each put a box. One box was a golden scroll, as if they had never seen it but had heard of it. It was an imperial edict. However, no one dared to ask about the content of this imperial edict.

Inside the other box is a sword.

The officials only thought this was Shangfang's sword, and the power to kill first and then report.

What's more, Xing'an, the governor of the East Factory, is still sitting here, and no one has any questions.

"Mr. Yang, Lord. Xu, Lord. Chen, Lord. Come to the back hall with me." Bai Minghe said that, and turned around and left. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!