The County Magistrate is Not Slag Very A

    Jiang Fanyin shrank his hands in shock, hurriedly lost the soldering iron in his hand, and pretended to be calm.

    Song Boxue was stunned, why didn't this girl play cards according to the routine?

    It’s not good to be soft or hard, it’s really hard for her to be a good official.

    "Miss Liu, this official is really here to call the shots for you. This official first arrived, and I had to let the prince go first because of unavoidable difficulties."

    Liu Erniang cried for a while, then whimpered again.

    Song Boxue's face was completely darkened. Don't all the ordinary people on TV are afraid of officials?

    How come she has become like this?

    Jiang Fanyin was silent on the side, and said softly: "Miss Liu, calm down, Master Song is really here to help you, think about whether there is any evidence, let's find a way together ."

    "Are you really here to help me?" Xu Shijiang Fanyin's voice was soft, which made Liu Erniang less afraid, she stopped crying, and there was still a trace on her face. trust.

    Song Boxue was overjoyed when she heard the words, she stopped calling her a dog officer, and called her lord.

    The female protagonist's shot is different. This is what it is like to be favored by the plot.

    She nodded and said, "Of course, this officer is here to help you, do you have any evidence?"

    Although it is not a serious crime to steal three taels of silver, at least she must kill the chicken and let the people know that she is not a corrupt official who sees money.

    Liu Erniang lowered her head again: "That night, the prince and two rascals stopped me and robbed me of the money, no one saw..."

    It was late at that time, and she was entangled by the prince on her way home after selling the herbal tea. There were few pedestrians on the country roads. , I dared to come to the county government to report the case until dawn.

    As a result, the bad guy was released in court and she was imprisoned.

    "This is not easy." After listening to Liu Erniang's words, Song Boxue was in trouble again.

    There is no evidence, this case looks simple, but it is not easy to handle.

    Song Boxue instructed the head of the prison to release Liu Erniang, and told him to be treated well before leaving the county prison with Jiang Fanyin.

    After returning home, Song Boxue washed her face with clean water, feeling itchy all the time.

    Jiang Fanyin saw how she kept wiping her face, and said softly, "It has been washed."

    Song Boxue's face was lifeless: "No, it's my face that washes clean, but it can't wash away the damage I've suffered in my soul."

    Jiang Fanyin: "..." Forgive her not having such an experience.

    After washing it several times, Song Boxue stopped: "Sister Jiang, what do you think about this case?"

    It is difficult to do anything without evidence.

    Jiang Fanyin thought for a while: "Is what Miss Liu said true? Are you sure it was the prince?"

    Although she has never been an official, her father has been a prefect for many years, so she also knows some of the official ways.

    The best way to judge a case is to avoid partiality. Whether it is the victim or the defendant, it needs to be proved.

    Song Boxue rubbed her eyebrows: "It's true, the prince has already admitted it himself."

    Not only that, but also gave her one hundred taels of silver, implying that she had better punish Liu Erniang and teach her a lesson.

    The original owner saw the money, so he responded on the spot, and the silver notes were handed over to Song for the coffin book.

    Jiang Fanyin was puzzled: "Then why did you let Young Master Wang go, but locked up Miss Liu instead?"

    Since the defendants have all pleaded guilty, why not arrest the defendants, but put the sufferers in jail instead.

    Is there anything else inside?

    Song Boxue met her suspicious gaze, hesitated for a moment and chose to tell the truth: "Your father gave one hundred taels of silver notes, I took it for a while, and now I regret it very much. "

    I regret it very much. The original owner is a no-brainer. As a county parent and official, what can I do?

    Jiang Fanyin was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously said, "A hundred taels, you let him go?"

    Song Boxue suddenly felt that she was despised again, and was bought after only one hundred taels.

    "Isn't that a momentary fascination? I'm repenting now. As an official, you must be the leader of the people, and you can't be greedy and bend the law."

    Jiang Fanyin looked at her remorseful expression and was speechless.

    Why did you go earlier, why didn't you have this consciousness when you received the receipt.

    The two were silent for a moment, and the door was knocked.

    Master Zhou walked in and said, "Sir, the heavy rain the night before left a gap in the overpass on the west side. Do you want to spend money from the treasury to repair it."

    Song Boxue heard the words and reached out to flip through the ledger. She seemed to have seen it the day before yesterday. She found the ledger and confirmed the number on it.

    There are still three hundred taels of cash left in the silver treasury. The finances of Pingchuan County are too tight, and I don’t know if it is enough.

    She rubbed her eyebrows: "How much money will it cost to repair the bridge?"

    Master Zhou pretended not to see the embarrassment on her face: "The preliminary estimate is 100 taels, and the monthly salary of the yamen should be paid, and it will also be 100 taels."

    "Rong Benguan think about it, you should retreat first." Song Boxue heard it loudly, and it was strangely clear, and she knew that she would keep one hundred taels of silver.

    To drive away Master Zhou, she picked up the account book, and the account book was very simple. In conclusion, Pingchuan County is too poor.

    The taxes paid by the merchants are pitifully low, and the people's land tax and grain tax are even more incomprehensible. With little food, there are only three hundred taels of cash left.

    Song Boxue spread out the ledger, her eyes hopeless.

    Jiang Fanyin raised her eyes to look at the ledger, and seeing that Song Boxue had no intention of blocking, she picked it up and turned it over.

    "The bridge needs to be repaired." She came all the way to Pingchuan County, and she could see that the place was not rich, and there were not many smooth roads.

    Song Boxue shrugged: "I also know that I need to repair, the key is to repair it, it will only be three hundred taels of silver. ? You can't let me make up for it myself."

    The original owner also only became the county magistrate, and he just received a month's salary. Except for the two money he greedy, he didn't have much savings at all.

    The finances of a county are still like this, and the people below can imagine what their lives are like.

    Jiang Fanyin put down the ledger and whispered, "You don't need to subsidize, someone can subsidize it."

    Daddy did this kind of thing, and she was impressed.

    Song Boxue's eyes lit up: "What do you say?"

    Jiang Fanyin did not answer, but instead asked: "You seem to trust me?"

    From taking her to the county jail, to revealing bribery just now, to letting her look through the financial accounts, I feel that this person trusts her too much.

    Song Boxue was heartbroken, isn't that nonsense?

    You are a heroine, and a positive heroine, I don't trust who you trust.

    But she knows these words in her heart, and it is difficult to say them.

    She thought for a while and said, "My mother often said that Uncle Jiang was an upright and good official before he died. You and I have made a marriage contract since childhood, so it is naturally trustworthy."

    The Song family naturally didn't say this, but rather complained about Jiang Zhifu, saying that the Jiang family didn't remember the old relationship, otherwise how could the original owner be arranged in this poor place where birds don't shit.

    Jiang Fanyin glanced at her lightly, not knowing whether she believed it or not.

    "Daddy also often said that Uncle Song is a trustworthy person." Otherwise, there would be no marriage contract between her and Song Boxue, but it remains to be considered whether Song and Song Boxue are reliable.

    Song Boxue nodded: "So what should I do now?"

    Jiang Fanyin didn't speak, she picked up her pen and wrote one word: Donate.

    Then write a word 'recognition' in front of the word 'donation'.

    Pledge?

    Song Boxue was confused. She didn't know the donation process in ancient times, but she remembered that if a natural disaster occurs somewhere in modern times, some companies will donate spontaneously.

    So what does this pledge mean?

    Jiang Fanyin seemed puzzled by her, and said: "There are many wealthy businessmen in Pingchuan County, why are the taxes so low, but they only care about their own interests and enjoy the protection of the government, but they don't think about it. To repay the court, no matter the life or death of the people, so let them pledge donations."

    Song Boxue now understands that the pledge is about spontaneous donations, and he is willing to do so, but how should he do it?

    Song Boxue immediately understood: "Using the title to play?"

    Jiang Fanyin curved his lips and smiled: "Not bad."

    The beauty is smiling, her eyebrows are like a crescent moon, and her eyes are full of joy.