The Life Through Books of the Salted Fish Family

The spring rain had been falling for several days.

The whole Zhuyuan City was wet and humid. A group of people walked in a disorderly manner on the street. Only a head could be seen occasionally. When they saw the shadows of the new group of people, they were like frightened rabbits, bumping their heads blindly and running into the alleys.

Are they so scary? !

Yan Yu asked himself, and then shook his head decisively.

She was such a cute baby, loved by everyone. It must be the rain that blocked their sight and they couldn't see clearly.

"Brother Santie, let's go to the government office first." Yan Yu said to the people around him, "Be sure to guard the gates."

Santie nodded heavily, with a serious expression, and rode with two rows of guards.

Since he entered the palace as a guard, he kept in mind the instructions of the waiter and didn't rush to do the work, but recognized them all first.

The sauce made at home, the accumulated pickled cabbage, the dried fish caught last year... I often brought them to the palace, and I got along very well with my superiors and the brothers who served as guards together.

Santie's family background seems to be no better than others. He may be remembered by the prince, and he has a close relationship with the Yan family, so he will not be looked down upon by the guards of the palace.

Second Young Master, this is what the servants in the palace call Yan Yu privately.

If it is said that Wang Zongguan's god-grandson has made her feel at home in the palace.

The love of the masters of the palace is the cornerstone of Yan Yu's position in the palace.

The biggest backer of Santie's job is none other than Yan Yu.

And Santie is really hardworking. Ironmaking requires hard work, and Santie himself is not hard.

With first-class physical fitness, solid basic skills, and superb endurance, he can quickly keep up with the daily training of the guard camp and do it with ease.

If the archery is not too far, you can also play the trick of shooting copper coins with a simple fixed target.

What the superiors value most is that he has been in the tiger-jutting official office for a period of time. There are few young people of this age who are so comfortable in dealing with people.

He is respectful to his superiors, gets along well with his colleagues, quickly integrates into the Royal Guards, is perceptive, knows how to handle things, and is diligent...

Which superior would not like Santie?

This time, Santie was ordered to accompany him, which was originally an opportunity for him to gain more experience.

When the group arrived at the government office, the Royal Guards had blocked all exits.

Yan Yu: "Uncle Li, count the heads. If there are any dishonest ones, they must be shackled and locked up, don't hurt themselves."

Li, the captain of the police, smiled and said, "Don't worry, we can save them." Li, the captain of the police, ordered the fast-shift yamen runners to walk quickly to the cell.

On the way here, Yan Yu was thinking about why her father said it would be better if she didn't leave, and then told her to come back quickly.

As a daughter, she knows that her father is quite good at shoveling the ground, and this kind of transportation work can be handed over to him. Even if she does it herself, she may not be able to do it better than her father.

Is it really because of lack of time and manpower that the looting is not satisfying?

Yan Laoer: Yes, that's the fact.

Or is there something that he can't do? And it's more appropriate for her, General Yan, to do it?

Yan Lao Er: No, no, no! I'm just upset that no one is cooperating with me in the plundering. I really don't mean anything else, girl!

Yan Yu not only made up her mind, but also discussed it seriously with her master.

The theme is, since we can't occupy Zhuyuan City and Guanzhou, what else can we do?

Master Tian has been guarding the border city for many years and has a lot of experience.

And Yan Yu is imaginative and his thoughts are not limited.

The old and the young really came up with a rough charter.

If the Prince of Ying and Yan Huaiwen both focused their attention on the Xizhou Army, then Master Tian and Yan Yu shifted their attention to the people.

When they were about to reach the main hall, Yan Yu took a deep breath.

He moved his facial muscles.

Lord Tang sat upright and sat in the main hall again.

Seeing a child, he walked in leisurely.

"This lord is polite." Yan Yu held her posture, looking proud and arrogant. This was what she thought on the way. It's not good to be too polite. This is not the time to be polite. It's just coercion. It's easy to act.

"This time, there are a few things." Yan Yu put her hands behind her back and said casually: "The prince learned that the guards of Zhuyuan City are insufficient. He is afraid that the bad guys in the city will take the opportunity to cause trouble. He specially ordered Huju to take over the prisoners in Zhuyuan Prison and take them away immediately. The case files involved will be handed over together."

Lord Tang was silent for a moment and said: "You can take the people away, but the files cannot be. The files must be left in this yamen."

Once the King of Qi knows that Zhuyuan City has lost soldiers, he will quickly replenish the troops.

If this city is lost in a bloody battle, it will be fine. Now Guanzhou is threatening the prince to open the city gate. Without a single soldier, the city will be lost and the soldiers will be taken away. The King of Qi will be angry when he hears about it. It is inevitable that he will vent his anger on Zhuyuan and forcibly collect troops on the spot.

Not only were the able-bodied men of the Yuan Dynasty not protected, but there were also numerous precedents of prisoners being used as vanguards on the battlefield.

Last year, the autumn executions were carried out, and the serious offenders were already sentenced.

The prison cells of the county government were mostly filled with petty thieves, whose crimes were not punishable by death.

It was against the rules to hand over the tiger, but in this situation, Lord Tang could not say no.

He wanted to keep the files, which was his last bit of dignity and stubbornness.

Yan Yu snorted coldly: "If you don't give it to us, we will take it ourselves to prevent any omissions. If we take too much, please forgive us."

"Uncle Wan, please go to the prison room."

The prison room managed the official documents and files of lawsuits, prisoners, constables, coroners and jailers, and was also responsible for the management of the city's baojia.

Yan Yu winked at Bantou Wan, who understood and nodded at her.

She not only wanted to take away the prisoners in the cell, but also knew the names and addresses of the city's baojia.

The cities in Xizhou have been under the rule of the King of Qi for a long time. The Xizhou army has few soldiers from outside the government and most of them are recruited from the local area.

It must go through the hands of Baojia.

She is of great use to these people.

…

The military camp in the city was temporarily requisitioned by her.

The guards came to the door one by one and brought them here.

It was late at night.

Not to mention candles, there was not even a torch to be found in the military camp.

While lamenting that her father searched so cleanly.

I'm so sad, Dad, how can you be so clean? ! !

At this time, Yan Yu was arrogant and domineering. Young General Yan could still feel sorry for himself. He waved his hand and wrote an IOU to the Zhuyuan County Office. Instead of going to the office, he simply kept breaking up the bits and pieces in the cell. Move them all away.

Generally, county government cells are built underground or semi-underground, with few exceptions. Candles and torches are always available.

There were also a lot of firewood, charcoal, quilts, etc., which were not exposed on the surface, but were hidden. Capt. Li pulled them all back without any politeness, and said to everyone with a smile: "These are not on the account, let's pay them back." Benevolence and righteousness are not our duty.”

The jailer's salary came from the prisoners, but the prisoners in the border towns were always poor and could not squeeze out a few ounces of oil.

We can only work hard on these things.

If someone in the family commits a crime and doesn't give them something to keep them warm, don't blame the jailers for being cruel and starving them.

When they got the things, they followed the rules. They threw out the old bedding that countless people had slept on and finished the work. They also poured half of the food and other things for the prisoners. (End of chapter)