I am not a deposed emperor of Han Dynasty

Chapter 59 The Prime Minister of Changyi, who is sitting on pins and needles (seeking a monthly ticket)

An Le is dealing with matters concerning the scheme with Zhu Buge, Zhang Liji and others.

The various figures above are not reported to the imperial court casually, it is equivalent to the budget, and at the end of the year, the imperial court will send special officials to the counties to check one by one to see if it can be completed, if the verification results are different from the above figures If it is too large, the official may be dismissed on the spot.

Therefore, An Le paid special attention to this matter. Every day, as long as there were no special government affairs to be dealt with, he would stay with Zhang Liji and others in the cramped master's office to deal with paperwork.

The content of the above calculation is complex, and there are thirteen items to be counted in total: the number of warehouses in the territory, the number of strong men and women, the number of old and weak, the number of officials and Confucian scholars, the number of people who make a living for profit, the number of horses and cattle , grass, the number of stalks and so on.

Even Zhang Liji, a veteran of official documents, has to devote himself wholeheartedly to sort out a clue.

Fortunately, this time I got the help of Li Zhang sent by the palace, so things went much smoother than before.

In just a few days, the names of the number of strong men and strong women in each county have been summed up with charts, which is indeed much clearer.

Although it will take a few days for the new paper made by the workshop to be delivered to the Prime Minister's Mansion, Anle is already well prepared for this year's plan.

Today, An Le also came to the Zhubo Pavilion early in the morning. After sitting for more than an hour, her legs and feet were already numb.

Just when he was about to stand up and go to the yard to get some air, he suddenly heard a dull drumming.

At the moment when the drum sounded, Zhang Poji, Li Zhang, and several assistants in the chief secretary's pavilion all raised their heads.

Everyone could hear that this was not an ordinary drum, but the sound of the grievance drum at the gate of Xiangfu.

In the Han Dynasty, litigation is called accusation, and there are two types of accusation.

One is that the victim directly goes to the government to sue, that is, private prosecution; the other is impeachment by officials after they realize that something is illegal.

Naturally, the Drum of Complaints can be used only when the common people sue themselves, but it is not a necessary step to beat the Drum of Complaints, because the common people can quietly hand over the documents of private prosecution to the prime minister's mansion.

Therefore, the beating of the Drum of Injustice is just a judicial ceremony that is more symbolic than practical.

Those who sound the drum of grievances not only want to go to court, but also want to seek grievances.

Moreover, this injustice is often related to officials and dignitaries, otherwise ordinary civilians would not take this step.

Because the law of the Han Dynasty stipulates that humble children are not allowed to report on their elders, no matter what the facts are, the accuser must be punished first.

This means that the case of beating the drum of injustice must be a difficult case.

For the magistrates who want to rule in a down-to-earth manner, one thing more is worse than one thing less. Their first thought is often not to find out the grievances, but to get bored with the people who beat the drums.

This is the fundamental reason why the people complained of grievances and did not get a good face.

Even a follower like An Le still cannot escape this kind of thinking.

This is the limitation of the times.

The three-way drum sounded, and the people in the main book pavilion reacted differently.

An Le stood up with a livid face; Zhang Poji put down the pen in his hand and listened attentively; several assistants looked up at An Le in a panic, then lowered their heads again; only Li Zhang, who had already known the arrangement, remained unchanged throughout the whole process , just continued to do what he was doing with a smile on his face.

"Go, go out and have a look." After An Le finished speaking, he walked out with a flick of his sleeves.

Of course, An Le's words were only for the master Zhang Liji, so he was the only one who followed him out.

The main hall is just behind the main hall, and it won't take long to walk there, so the two of them remained silent all the way.

When they walked around to the main hall, Jiang Yu just ran in in a hurry, holding a self-report written by Liu He stroke by stroke in his hand.

"Who outside the mansion is so bold that he dares to beat the drum of grievance without authorization?!"

An Le sat down lividly, while Zhang Poji scolded and asked, he went to take the wooden tablet from Jiang Yu who had already knelt on the ground.

This simple sentence has already established the nature of the matter: there must be troublemakers who want to make trouble.

"It's that, it's this..." Jiang Yu hesitated for a while, but didn't say the words "Changyi King".

If Jiang Yu said these three words, it would be equivalent to saying "it was the audacious king of Changyi who beat the drums without authorization", and Jiang Yu would not dare to touch this bad head.

Zhang Liji was a little annoyed, and took the piece of wood slip into his hand.

But before Zhang Poji could read the above words, he found that Jiang Yu was followed by another person.

"Yu Langzhong? Why are you here?"

Yu Wuyou saluted, with a rare playful smile on his face.

"Or Master Zhang will read the private statement first, and then we will have a detailed chat."

Zhang Qushang was even more confused. Langzhong Yu was very upright in his daily affairs, so why was he so Meng Lang today?Could it be that after following that highness for a long time, he would really become insane.

Zhang Qushang brought the wooden tablet to his eyes, and looked at it carefully.

The writing of this word is really not flattering, and I don't know if the accuser hired low-level Confucian scholars to write it for them for the sake of taking advantage of it.

"Liu He, a private prosecutor, lives in the Changyi Palace in the southwest of Changyi City, more than one mile away from the Prime Minister's Mansion. He is 16 years old. Today, there is a young man who is not stingy with Tian, ​​who is greedy for ink..."

Zhang Liji had just read these two sentences, his mouth closed suddenly as if it had been scalded, and looked palely at Yu Wuyou who was smiling but not smiling.

"This, this... What does Your Highness mean by this?" Zhang Poji tremblingly raised the wooden tablet in his hand.

"This is a private statement written by His Highness himself. Why, Mr. He thinks His Highness's handwriting is ugly, so he can't read it?"

"Yu Langzhong, I don't mean that, what I mean is..."

At this time, Zhang Liji had the exact same problem as Jiang Yu just now, hesitating and speechless.

The complaint in his hand was like a piece of red-hot charcoal, neither was it accepted nor thrown away.

"Yu Langzhong, wait for a while, I will report to Prime Minister An Le now."

"promise."

Zhang Liji drove away Jiang Yu who was kneeling on the ground with a glance, then hurried into the main hall, and handed the wooden tablet to An Le.

Same as Zhang Liji's reaction, An Le's face changed just after taking a look.

But he didn't stop, but rested his hand on his forehead and read down, the more he read, the more headache he got.

"The widow was deceived, physically and mentally exhausted, terrified day and night, forced to kowtow for rewards, punished, and chased for money and food, asking questions generously. Sit down and beg!"

An Lexiang finally finished reading the private statement, and then returned the wooden tablet to the other party.

"Go get hurt, I didn't say anything outrageous just now, did I?" An Le asked with lingering fear, for fear that what she said just now would offend His Highness.

"It's not, and the officials don't seem to have said it, either?" Zhang Poji also asked tentatively.

"You and I are both frank people, how could you say those inappropriate words?"

"That's fine, that's fine."

The main hall of the Prime Minister's Mansion fell into a somewhat awkward atmosphere. When the embarrassment was over, the rest was panic and confusion.

The drum for complaining of grievances outside the mansion was still ringing non-stop. The thunderous sound of the drum hit An Le and Zhang Poji's hearts, making them upset. There seemed to be a mouthful in their chests. Old blood, want to vomit but can't vomit.

In the end, An Le calmed down first.

"What on earth does His Highness want to do? Could it be that he has really suffered from insanity."

(End of this chapter)