In the inn, Xu Minghua seemed to have a few rabbits in his arms, so excited that he was restless.

Song Chong explained: Jingyuan County misappropriated disaster relief silver by falsely citing the names of migrant workers. A total of 3,800 taels of silver were obtained in 16 days. Zhao Zehe Du got 500 taels of this money, the county magistrate Deng Huaipin got 400 taels, the chief clerk Lin Xiang got 300 taels, Song Chong got 200 taels, and the heads of the six Caos received 100 taels, and the rest were divided by the county's yamen runners and minor officials. Everyone in Jingyuan County had a share.

Xu Minghua was a county magistrate and knew that local officials did not rely on meager salary to live. When he was the county magistrate of Li'an County, he had more than 300 dilemmas every year. After being transferred to the Censorate, his annual salary was less than 30 taels, and the mixed money was added to eighty taels. Xu Minghua was born in a wealthy family, so he didn't have to worry about money. He was promoted to a Beijing official and had a good future.

When Xu Minghua thought of the 3,800 taels of silver, he was still a little jealous. His annual income was not as good as the income of a corrupt official. It was hateful and annoying to think about it. This group of corrupt officials had to be punished heavily.

Xu Minghua gritted his teeth and couldn't help laughing. He wrote the memorial excitedly. He revised it several times before he satisfies his pen. He read his wonderful article twice, Feng Zhenhao, and was ready to send Xu An to the capital through the post road.

When the words came to his mouth, Xu Minghua suddenly stopped, put the memorial back on his desk, and sat back in his chair. The memorial was inconsistent, evidenced, and witnesses. Reporting to the Censorate must have attracted attention. However, corruption in a county is not a big deal, and it cannot even alarm the censor Hua, let alone the emperor learned that even if all officials from Jingyuan County were demoted, it would not be of great benefit to him.

He reached out and picked up the tea and took a sip. The already cold tea calmed Xu Minghua's passionate heart a little. No, this memorial cannot be sent easily. It took a year for the time being to watch the wind and report his work. Although the corruption case in Jingyuan County was enough to get a "middle-high" or even "high-level" performance, he was still far from his goal. He came for the outstanding achievements of "high-level". Otherwise, how could he be promoted? Isn't it a dream to catch up with Jiang Anyi?

At the huge gap with Jiang Anyi, Xu Minghua's expression became gloomy. His memorial did not harm Jiang Anyi at all. He also helped him clean up the political discipline and could not take advantage of him easily. He reached out and dipped some cold tea in the tea, rubbed it gently on his temples. Xu Minghua's mouth gradually raised, and he had an idea.

Pushing the memorial aside, Xu Minghua re-wrote the pen and wrote the letter of complaint, describing the case of officials from all over Jingyuan County jointly embezzling disaster relief silver, and then wrote it on the envelope, which Jiang Anyi, the governor of Huazhou, personally received.

When Xu An heard the sound, he entered the house. Xu Minghua ordered: "You go to the area of ​​Lutong County immediately, find the governor Jiang and find a way to hand the letter to him."

"Master, what do you mean? Do you want to get closer to Lord Jiang?" Xu An knew some inside information and guessed smartly.

Xu Minghua shouted with a stern face: "You can do whatever you ask you to do, so why don't you forget your identity?"

Well, the flattery hit the horse's legs. Last night's drink made Xu An a little forgetful, and the scolding made him wake up.

After Xu An left, Xu Minghua called for food and drinks, and drank it alone in the house. Although Xu An had this slave.

A little clever, but how can you understand my master’s trick? This letter is the real brilliant writing. Xu Minghua raised his glass proudly and drank it himself, thinking secretly, what would Jiang Anyi do when he received this letter of complaint? If he reported to the public office and took down all the officials in Jingyuan County, then his reputation as a classmate in Zechang would be broken. Without thinking about his classmates at all, he would not only not get the support of the Ze Party in the future, but also be jointly resisted; if Jiang Anyi was favored and deceptive, he would have something to do, and he might take the opportunity to bring him down. It would be truly easy to advance and retreat.

At the Bigu County Post Office, a postman presented Xu Minghua's letter to Jiang Anyi. At this moment, Jiang Anyi had separated from Guan Pingzhong. Guan Pingzhong and his subordinates returned to the Huiye Mansion's garrison. Li Ying's incident made him look disgrace. Long Wei Qin Ziyan was also with him. Liu Weigang had suspicious signs. After the preliminary interrogation, it was confirmed that he was a Yuantian Cult. Now Qin Ziyan is preparing to follow the clues and clear out a group of Yuantian Cult hiding in the army.

In the inn, Jiang Anyi was watching the Longwei patrol report. Judging from the Longwei report, the situation of embezzlement of disaster relief silver is very serious. The local officials obviously did not take what he said in the government office. It seemed that he was too kind and ruthless and was regarded as weak and could be bullied by local officials.

Zhang Wenjin openly opposed him, and even gathered the gentry of Huazhou to impeach him to the emperor. Feng Daoling and others disobeyed him, but he did not have any attacks. This time, he felt that he, the governor of Huazhou, was seeking stability and peace, and would not make a big move. This time, he had to kill a few chickens.

Jiang Anyi slapped the report on the table heavily, frightened the postman who came in and said quickly: "Master Jiang, the young man did not intend to spy on, but someone just sent a letter to you, and asked the young man to give it to you."

There were two personal guards in the room who took the letter and handed it to Jiang Anyi. Jiang Anyi opened the letter and frowned while looking at it. Just as he wanted to kill the chicken to warn the monkey, someone came to the door, but this chicken was really not easy to kill.

Among the 53 counties in Huazhou, except for Senior Brother Fan, Jiang Anyi and Zhao Zehe have the best relationship. Not only are they both born in Zechang Academy, but they have completed the government orders of Jingyuan County well in the past six months. When they were trapped in Jingyuan County by Xue, Jiang Anyi and Zhao Zehe had many communications, knowing that this fellow disciple is a practical talent, and this year's commercial taxation can be among the top ten among the counties.

However, how could this fellow disciple Zhao be so confused? He reached out to the major disaster relief matter. Isn’t this a lesson? Jiang Anyi stood up anxiously and came to the window. The window was covered in dust and maybe it would snow again. The cold wind blew, and Jiang Anyi made up his mind that no matter whether the report letter was true or false, he would go to Jingyuan County to see it himself.

A day later, Jiang Anyi brought two personal guards to Jingyuan County. It was still early, and after the inn was settled, Jiang Anyi left the county town and found Huaning Village ten miles west of the city. A group of migrant workers were repairing houses crushed by snow. With experience, Jiang Anyi walked along the way, mud spots were covered with clothes, and looked like a migrant worker looking for a job.

The village was a thin man. He led him to a straw shed in the village. In the shed, there was a yamen runner who was crossing his legs and drinking tea to explain his purpose. The yamen runner asked Jiang Anyi's name, added his name to the account book on the table, and then asked: "Old Yang, have you told him the rules?"

Mr. Muramama smiled and said, "No hurry, let him fuck me while talking."

On the way back, Lao Yang said: "Young man, you have to do more and speak less when working here. The salary of twenty cents a day is bound to be less than yours. Of course, if I introduce it to you, you have to give me a 5 cents benefit."

Jiang Anyi pretended to be honest and smiled: "Uncle, it should be."

"Good guy", when Lao Yang saw that the five cents were received, he happily patted Jiang Anyi on the shoulder and said, "Today can only be counted for half a day. When you finish work, you will be asked to sign and receive the money. Just do as you are told, don't ask questions, do well, and continue tomorrow."

Jiang Anyi saw that more than 80 people were working in Huaning Village. When he finished work and got the money, Jiang Anyi glanced and said that the account book was filled with more than 200 names. By the time he was, in addition to Chen Sanhuo, who had a pseudonym, he also asked him to sign five names on his behalf.

He took ten cents and gave them to the old man Yang Wuwen who was waiting beside him. Old Yang smiled and said, "Xiao Chen, come again tomorrow. The work here is finished. I will introduce you to another place, but the benefits are not less."

Jiang Anyi did not leave immediately, but instead waited in the dark for the yamen runner to come out and followed him into the city. The yamen runner entered the county yamen, put down the account book when he went out, and talked and laughed into a restaurant with a few people dressed in the same yamen runner.

In the elegant seat next door, Jiang Anyi heard the group of yamen runners’ exchanges today’s gains, and even heard how much they handed over to Cao and how much they secretly concealed it. It seemed that what the report letter said was the truth.

After waiting in the restaurant until dark, Jiang Anyi left the restaurant and came to the back door of the county government. He saw that there was no one around. He floated over and over the wall, avoided the servants in the house, and quietly came to the study. Zhao Zehe was not there, and the study was pitch black. Jiang Anyi did not make any noise and sat on the chair.

With a stick of incense, the footsteps sounded from far away, and Zhao Zehe came. Jiang Anyi flashed in the dark, and Zhao Zehe waved his servant back, and was about to sit at the desk to read a book, Jiang Anyi flashed out and suddenly said, "Brother Zhao, don't come here without lamb."

A word almost scared Zhao Zehe to sit on the ground. Just as he was about to call someone, Jiang Anyi stepped forward to cover his mouth and whispered: "Brother Zhao, it's me, Jiang Anyi."

Zhao Zehe saw through the light that it was Jiang Anyi. He breathed a sigh of relief first, and then he showed fear in his eyes again. Seeing that he understood, Jiang Anyi let go of his hand and took a step back. Zhao Zehe said panic: "Master Jiang, why is the dark night here?"

Jiang Anyi didn't make a sound and found a chair to sit down.

Zhao Zehe stood in a daze for a while, guessing, lucky, suspicious, uneasy, and panic. Finally, he fell to the ground with a "splash" and begged in a low voice, "Master Jiang, the official is guilty."

Jiang Anyi really wanted to slap this fellow Zhao's disciple several times. He repeatedly ordered officials not to embezzle disaster relief money. These people regarded it as a warning, but when the case happened, they looked pitiful, which was really hateful. Jiang Anyi took out the letter from his arms and handed it to Zhao Zehe. With the light of the candlelight, Zhao Zehe finished reading the letter, and the letter in his hand was so trembling that it could not be held. He fell to the ground, his body softened, and he collapsed on the ground.
Chapter completed!