Little Detective of the Tang Dynasty: What to do if you are beheaded at the beginning?

Song Zhen gradually caught up with the clerk. He was afraid that he would be recognized, so he tied his horse to a tree on the roadside and ran to catch up.

There was no need to worry about the horse being stolen, because horses were rare in the Tang Dynasty, and were worth about 35 pieces of silk, or 25 strings of cash.

Almost twice as expensive as Kunlun slaves.

After all, the Tang Dynasty was in the Central Plains, not a nomadic people, and horses were basically pure imports.

Moreover, Song Zhen's horse was branded with the seal of the government.

Who dares to steal? If you steal, do you dare to ride it out? Only kill it.

However, Article 279 of the Tang Law Commentary stipulates: "Those who steal official or private horses and cattle and kill them shall be sentenced to two and a half years in prison."

Song Zhen quietly groped behind, and after following for five miles, he finally saw people.

"Hurry up!"

"Officer, we really have no grass at home."

"If there is no grass, it is also possible to use flowers to pay debts."

Pay debts? Song Zhen hid aside. He frowned when he heard the noise not far away.

Where did the debt come from for ordinary people?

This debt was probably imposed on them by the government, right?

Song Zhen did not move and continued to eavesdrop.

A middle-aged man knelt on the ground and tightly grasped the thigh of the clerk and cried, "Sir, please let us go. There is not a straw in the house, not a single wild flower left."

A young girl scolded, "You only go to the government office once every three days. Which family can bear such a toss?"

Another clerk came over carelessly and grabbed the girl's hand, "You little girl is ignorant. It seems that I have to teach you a lesson and let you know how to behave."

As he said that, his hands began to wander dishonestly on the girl's body.

Song Zhen was about to rush out to stop him, but the next scene made him stunned.

The young girl twisted the clerk's hand with a claw, then pushed her shoulder hard and swept her right leg down...

Bang——

The clerk fell to the ground with a painful and ferocious expression, and his hands were clamped tightly by the young girl.

"Bold! Let him go!" The other clerks drew their swords to warn him when they heard the noise.

The middle-aged man was shocked. He didn't expect that his daughter would dare to do it?

We didn't teach you kung fu to let you do it like this.

It's over, it's over, this time it's a big disaster.

"Father, do you still want to continue to endure?"

"Thinking back to the past, Emperor Shun went on a tour to the south and passed through Yongzhou, praying for rain for the people from the gods. The three kings of the Yan family burned themselves to pray for rain, and only then did the people of Yongzhou live and work in peace and contentment."

"Now, cruel officials and foreign gentry are in power, and the people are living in poverty. Even God can't stand it anymore, and there has been a severe drought for three consecutive years."

"Do you choose to die on your knees or stand up?"

The young girl woke up the dreamer with a word, and the man was stunned with his eyes blank.

Unfortunately, the clerks standing by will not wait for you to wake up. They kicked the man.

Unexpectedly, the man stood still, with his head down and his fists clenched.

"Oh, you are quite tough." A clerk picked up a bamboo stick from the side and hit the man's back with one stick.

The bamboo stick broke in two, but the man was still as still as a mountain.

A dozen clerks rushed in and punched and kicked. The man held his wife and two daughters tightly in his arms.

He left his back to them and let them beat him.

Song Zhen couldn't stand it anymore. He walked out and shouted: "Hey, so many of you bully an ordinary person. Isn't it too much?"

"Too much? Who are you?"

"Who am I?" Song Zhen took off the fish bag from his waist slowly and took out a golden fish talisman from it.

"How about? Take a good look at who I am?"

The clerks were shocked. They couldn't imagine that there would be a fourth-rank minister in this remote place?

Why didn't anyone notify him?

The clerk who ran out of the Yongzhou government office said aggrievedly: "I told you that a big official was coming, but you didn't believe it."

"Why don't you pay your respects to me when you see me?"

"Greetings to Minister Song."

Song Zhen sneered and kicked a clerk down with one foot, cursing.

"So arrogant, should you beat up the common people?"

"Who gave you the power?"

"Have you never been beaten before? Then I will grant your wish today!"

Song Zhen unceremoniously knocked a dozen clerks to the ground and kicked each of them.

They could only bear it with gritted teeth, not daring to breathe, without the arrogance just now.

"Why don't you get out of here?"

"Yes." The clerks fled in a hurry.

The family stared at this scene with dull eyes, and they didn't know what to say.

What kind of drama is this?

Song Zhen helped the middle-aged man up, helped him pat the dust off his body, and asked with concern: "YouAre you okay? "

"Langguan, I..." The man wanted to say thank you, but facing this Tang Dynasty official uniform, he couldn't say it.

Even though Song Zhen looked different from other officials.

Song Zhen also saw that the people of Yongzhou seemed to be very resistant to officials.

"What's your name?"

"Langguan, my name is Tang Gaoyi."

"Hello, my name is Song Zhen." He smiled and stretched out his hand. Tang Gaoyi was confused for a moment and shook it slightly.

"Song Shilang, are you the governor of Yongzhou arranged by the court?" The young girl asked with her innocent eyes.

Song Zhen smiled: "You call me Shilang, how can it be a governor?"

"Then who is a higher official between you and the governor of Yongzhou?"

"Uh." Song Zhen blinked, "If we divide it by official position, he is higher than me, but if we talk about status, I am a Beijing official, and he is not as good as me. ”

“That’s great!”

Song Zhen touched the girl’s head and asked her, what’s your name?

“Minister, you can just call me Xiaohe.”

“Tang Xiaohe?”

The girl shook her head: “No, my grandfather is a scholar, he named me Tang Hehua, hoping that I can be as fresh and natural as the lotus in the pond.”

“There are Fusu in the mountains, and Hehua in the marshes?”

The little girl raised her head in surprise and shouted: “Mr. Lang, do you know this poem too?”

“Of course, I am a scholar like your grandfather. ”

During the Tang Dynasty, the people of Yongzhou belonged to the southern Han people.

And the northern appellations such as "Aye" mostly come from the northern region.

Yongzhou still retains the traditional name of the Han people and is not influenced by outsiders.

Besides, few people would move to Yongzhou to live at that time.

As of the second year of Xianqing, there was only one descendant of Tang Jian, Duke of Ju.

Yongzhou gradually integrated ethnic groups and cultures after the Song Dynasty moved south, and since then, talents have emerged.

"I have a question, what does the Yongzhou government mean by outing?"

Tang Gaoyi explained: "Langguan, outing means picking flowers and grass."

"What are flowers and grass?"

"Grass is the food and grass of the family. They come to collect more than one dou of grain every once in a while. Now the world is dry, and our family has a problem with eating. Where can we give them surplus grain?"

"As for flowers, they are just change. If the grain and grass cannot be delivered, they will rob the valuables in the house and sell them. What's worse, I heard that they will forcibly abduct women. "

After hearing what the old man said, Di Renjie in the county town had a gloomy expression.

I didn't expect that the Yongzhou government would do such an excessive thing?

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