Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Chapter 439
Bao Pi, the deputy supervisor of the prison in the south of Jingyuan, finally asked for leave, and led the donkey cart all the way to the gate of Dali Prison.

The wind in Dali Prison was particularly biting. Even Bao Pi was dressed a lot, but he still shuddered.

At three o'clock, inside the Dali Temple, the fat jailer pushed the crying Bao Exin out.

The only consolation is that Prison History is a woman.

At least the current Dali Prison is relatively disciplined. When it comes to chaos, if one person goes in and two people come out, what can you do?
"Aye!"

Bao Exin burst into tears, and cried while holding Bao Pi.

In Dali Prison, there are few indiscriminate punishments at present. Except for fifty lashes when passing the case, there is no punishment.

Interrogation in the public court is called passing the case, and it is called passing the court when the new and first Jinshi visits the prime minister with the master (teacher).

The problem is, how can Bao Exin, who relies on her maidservant for everything, stay in a place where there is only a square inch of land, fleas pop up on her body from time to time, and the rice is exhausted?

What's worse, according to the history of the women's prison, that cell is really a ghostly place - people have died!
Even if you are not afraid, you should be panicked.

Take Bao Exin to the donkey cart, cover it with a jacket, and Bao Pi leads the donkey forward.

"Hey, Bao Pi, is this the girl you love (prefer) so much that you lost the chance to move right for her?"

From time to time, some passing officials in green robes taunted Bao Pi, and Bao Pi couldn't even lift his head.

Embarrassed.

"Aye, he actually avenged his personal revenge and cut off your promotion?"

On the donkey cart, Bao Exin, who had been in good spirits for a while, had a fierce look in her eyes, and felt that she was doing well again.

Bao Pi sighed weakly: "If you didn't know what to do and insisted on provoking Shaoqing, why would I do this? I don't know if your mother didn't give birth to her brain when she gave birth to you. .”

孽 孽!
It's a pity that there is no "Three Character Classic" now, otherwise Bao Pi would have a deep understanding of the famous saying "it is the father's fault to raise or not teach".

The donkey cart wandered out of the imperial city, and Bao Pi led it to his own courtyard.

Sister Wazi made a mistake, but who made me feel sorry for her?

In the courtyard, Bao Pi's mother-in-law sneered: "Hey, isn't this a heroine who wants to make way for good and evil? Why, why are you wiping away your tears?"

The daughter of Bozhou's mother's family is not something that Bao Pi can shout.

Bao Pi said weakly: "My lady, Exin has just escaped the disaster, let her rest for two days."

The mother took a sip: "If you hadn't indulged so lawlessly, you would have dared to ask Si Nong Shaoqing to let your baby be taken away? Draw half a nose on a piece of paper—what a big face!"

Although the mother's attitude was a bit harsh, her words were not wrong.

Of course there is nothing wrong with pampering your children, but you have to be careful not to become pampering.

"In my hometown in Liaocheng, there are some villains who make a living by making flowers. She likes villains so much. Why don't you let her marry those people who hate people? It just saves the dowry!"

Mother cursed.

"do not want!"

Bao Exin screamed in panic.

She really doesn't know what Pai Hanako is?
No, she knows it very well, she just enjoys the pleasure of bossing around, turning black into white (confusing right and wrong), and being robbed of the head by the common people.

To put it bluntly: born bad!

Two half-brothers who were supervisors in the four schools of the Imperial Academy were writing and drawing in a corner of the courtyard, with undisguised contempt and disgust in their eyes.

"Oh my god! What evil did we do in our previous life to have this legendary sister."

"The five hundred superintendents of the four disciplines, and the eight hundred elite scholars are all discussing what kind of family can raise such a disgraceful and wicked woman."

The Guozijian still attaches great importance to the Bao Exin incident.

No matter what the reality is, we still have to promote goodness on the surface. It can't be that the stately Imperial Academy is leading people to evil, right?
The Bao Brothers felt ashamed in this vortex of condemnation.

Even if the doctor didn't know that they were the relatives of the perpetrators, they couldn't stop them from feeling ashamed.

It's embarrassing!

As everyone knows, what they said didn't touch Bao Exin in any way, but instead made her hate Fan Zheng even more.

Why do you want to stop me from doing evil!
It is a luxury to expect the born wicked to change their minds, it is better to help them enter the eighteen mud plows.

Sacrifice ten good people to save one wicked person, what is in your mind? ——
On the thirteenth day of the first lunar month, Fan Zheng went to the Guozijian to pay homage to Linghu Defen, who offered wine.

Linghu Defen said kindly: "A mere gentleman, as long as his conduct is not a problem, I will not be stingy."

"However, I heard from the teaching assistant of Suanxue Wu that Dunhuafang has a unique set of methods in accounting. Can he be allowed to teach in the Guozijian?"

Hehe, it is the set of debit and credit bookkeeping in the name of the receipt and payment bookkeeping method!

Compared with today, this method is still very advanced.

As for the future, to put it bluntly, as long as you make a shield, there must be a spear piercing it.

Fan Zheng laughed: "It's an honor for Mr. Linghu to appreciate the bookkeeping method, so I'll tell Wu Qi not to hide any secrets."

Linghu Defen is a fastidious person, and if he wants to be consulted first, no matter his age, morality, knowledge, or position, he is worthy of Fan Zheng's respectful title of Lord Linghu.

To change it to something more shameless, it is to force Wu Qi to teach the bookkeeping method, what can you do?

Although during the Zhenguan period, most officials were shameless, it doesn't mean that there were no shameless ones.

Fan Zheng doesn't need to begrudge this auxiliary skill if he reciprocates.

Linghu Defen smiled, and poured the tea soup he made himself.

Strangely enough, his cooking techniques and ingredients are almost the same as those of Si Nong Shi Xiazhu, but the taste of cooking always makes people feel elegant.

In Fan Zheng's hands, Li Zhengyi's elusive number of elites was in the hands of a joke. This is the charm of power.

It's not that Linghu Defen is afraid of Fan Zheng's power, but that if Fan Zheng doesn't embark on an official career, he won't even have the chance to talk to Linghu Defen.

"Dou Huaizhen is the director of Jingyuan, didn't he cause any trouble?"

Linghu Defen took a sip of the tea soup, and his face turned pale.

Dou Huaizhen is a good supervisor, even though she was born in the Dou family, she has not suffered from extravagance and licentiousness, and her daily frugality is no different from that of a common man.

Linghu Defen is naturally more dedicated to teaching such a disciple, and the reason for arranging him to be the director of Jingyuan is to let him know more about the sufferings of the world.

Fan Zheng laughed and said, "Young people have a tendency to be obstinate. When I was in charge of the delivery, I told Ming Tan, the director of Jingyuan, to let him experience the labor process and practice it a little. He can't be overworked."

"In addition, let Ming Tan arrange that Dou Huaizhen should get in touch with the docile households at most, and he is not allowed to get close to official slaves."

Linghu Defen laughed.

This arrangement can reflect Fan Zheng's dedication.

Relatively speaking, the Fan family has experienced a pardon, and their mentality is much calmer, and there are very few troubles.

No matter what the reason for the decline of the official-slave group, the hostility is hard to dissipate, and it is not uncommon for the official-slave and the petty officials to fight to the death.

There is one thing to say, even if Dou Huaizhen bowed down for power in the future, he cannot deny his contribution when he first became a magistrate.

At most, I can only lament the ruthlessness of reality, which drives the aspiring young people into a frenzy.

(End of this chapter)