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Chapter 162 Exploration (Second update! Ask for a subscription, ask for a monthly pass!)
Rao is Zhao Xun, the grand son of Zhou Chengguo, who was also amazed when he came to Huangzhou Governor's Yamen.

What kind of yamen is this? It is clearly a luxurious private garden.

Although Huangzhou is rich, it has nothing to do with the governor.

The governor is just a low-ranking official, and he gets the salary of the imperial court.

The imperial salary is customized, and it is impossible to get as much as any official rank, and it is impossible to get a penny more.

Huangzhou Governor's Yamen can be built so extravagantly, which shows that Zhao Qian has income other than salary.

As for the income other than the salary, I know everything, and it is self-explanatory.

Zhao Xun couldn't help but think of the famous "Jie Shi Ming":
Your salary is your salary, the people are fat and the people are anointed, the people are easy to abuse, but the sky is hard to bully!
Just sixteen words, easy to understand but deafening!

But Zhao Qian, the governor of Huangzhou, obviously didn't understand the truth.

Of course Zhao Xun knew that he couldn't make Zhao Qian repent. The purpose of his trip was to test Zhao Qian and see if the old fox would show its tail.

Zhao Xun waited for about a cup of tea, but Zhao Qian, the governor of Huangzhou, arrived late.

As soon as he saw Zhao Xun, he hurriedly cupped his hands and saluted, saying: "Master Imperial Envoy forgive me, I am busy with official duties, I am far away from welcoming you, and I hope that your Excellency Imperial Envoy will forgive me."

Zhao Xun narrowed his eyes slightly, and smiled faintly: "What did Governor Zhao say? You are the parent officer of Huangzhou, and handling official duties is your job. Only after handling official duties can you free up your hands to do other things, isn't it? As for this official, I don’t care about these trivial etiquettes.”

When Zhao Xun said this, he was actually testing Zhao Qian. How could Zhao Qian not hear it?

"That can't be done. Public affairs are public affairs, and etiquette is etiquette. They should not be confused."

Zhao Qian said in a deep voice: "Come here, serve tea to the imperial envoy, use the best Huangzhou Maofeng."

After that, he sat down beside Zhao Xun, and asked with a very respectful attitude: "I don't know what advice the Imperial Envoy has for coming here this time?"

"Well, that's right."

Zhao Xun was neither sad nor happy, and said slowly: "I heard that there has been a flood of private salt in Huangzhou recently, and the quality of the salt cannot be guaranteed. There is a situation where the people eat something wrong. I wonder if Governor Zhao has heard of it?"

Zhao Xun is best at observing micro-expressions, and this time he observed Zhao Qian with this mentality.

If Zhao Qian's facial expression is slightly different, Zhao Xun can catch it, and thus conclude that Zhao Qian really has a ghost in his heart.

The next step is to collect evidence, which is what bad people are best at doing.

But this Zhao Qian is also an old fritter with many years of ups and downs in the officialdom. He was not deceived by Zhao Xun, but nodded and said: "The officials have also heard about this matter. Some profiteers are smuggling salt. Their salt is of low quality. The people who eat it can cause stomach troubles at least, and headaches and brain fever at worst, which is really hateful."

"Oh? I don't know where these profiteers are now?"

"I'm being held in the Prison of the Governor's Yamen."

"Oh? Can I go and have a look?"

"Of course, I don't know when the imperial envoy wants to go?"

"Now."

Zhao Xun said without hesitation.

Places like dungeons are always cold and damp.

The governor's yamen dungeon in Huangzhou Prefecture is no exception.

Accompanied by the governor, Zhao Qian, Zhao Xun came to the prison, and as soon as he entered the prison, he smelled a rancid smell.

Zhao Xun frowned instinctively, but in order to find out the truth, this bit of suffering is nothing at all.

Zhao Xun is a bad person, but also a practitioner!
At least so far, Governor Zhao Qian has behaved normally, not like he has a ghost in his heart at all.

Zhao Xun even doubted the accuracy of Zhang Chongzhi's source.

Zhao Xun's principle of doing things is not to wrong a good person, nor to let a bad person go.

If Zhao Qian is really guilty, Zhao Xun will not let him go.

But if Zhao Qian was not guilty, Zhao Xun would not wrong him.

"Master Imperial Envoy, be careful, there are steps ahead."

Zhao Qian is obviously very familiar with the dungeon, so he reminded him very thoughtfully.

The first moment Zhao Xun joined the bad guys, Jia Xingwen told him one thing that benefited him a lot, that is, the order of a place can be judged from the number of prisoners in the dungeon.

If the Hell Dungeon is overcrowded, the order of the place must be poor.

On the contrary, if there are not many prisoners in the dungeon, then the order in that place should be pretty good.

And this Huangzhou dungeon belongs to the former.

Zhao Xun couldn't help frowning.

But based on this alone, he couldn't conclude anything.

Maybe it's just that Zhao Qian, the governor, enforced the law strictly and was stern and impartial?

Law enforcement standards are completely up to the parents and officials. Some are strict and some are loose. There is nothing wrong with it.

"Inspector Zhao, where is the profiteer you mentioned being detained?"

"Reporting to the Imperial Envoy, it's at the western end."

Zhao Qian said loudly: "Just follow this road to the end."

Zhao Xun hummed softly, then strode forward.

Zhao Qian followed unhurriedly, just one body behind Zhao Xun.

After about a few tens of breaths, Zhao Xun walked to the westernmost cell. He took a closer look and was really taken aback.

"How is this going?!"

It turned out that all the people in the cell hanged themselves to death.

Never die sooner or later, but died at the moment when Zhao Xun arrived!
Zhao Xun felt very furious, turned his head to sprint at Shi Zhaoqian and asked.

With an innocent face, Zhao Qian spread his hands and said, "Master Imperial Envoy, this lowly official doesn't even know about it. The prison boss, hurry up!"

Zhao Qian sternly reprimanded, the prison chief rushed to the two of them, kowtowed immediately and said, "Mr. Inspector, Mr. Imperial Envoy. We don't know about it. Maybe the jailer on duty last night drank too much. That's why I didn't notice that these profiteers committed suicide in fear of crime, causing tragedy."

Zhao Qian kicked the jailer away and cursed: "What a waste. What did I tell you on weekdays? You are not allowed to drink when you are on duty! Drinking is a mistake! And you, ignore what I said. Right? What should I do now? Tell me what to do now?"

After finishing speaking, he kicked towards the cell head fiercely.

"Oh, Lord Inspector, please forgive me, Lord Inspector, please forgive me. I know I was wrong, and I will never dare again."

The jailer repeatedly begged for mercy.

If Zhao Xun is really a dude with no social experience, he might really be deceived by Zhao Qian.

But Zhao Xun has been a man for two lifetimes, if he can't see such tricks.

It was clear that Zhao Qian was singing a double reed with the cell boss.

"Inspector Zhao don't need to be too angry. It's not good to hurt your body when you get angry. I don't think so. I'll ask Wu Zuo to examine the corpses to see how these merchants died."

"What the imperial envoy said is true."

Zhao Qian hurriedly followed the words.

"Since that's the case, the imperial envoy should move to rest, and leave it to the subordinate officials to deal with it."

(End of this chapter)