Wei Shu

Chapter 100 God Statue
Nowadays, the merchants in several upstream counties mostly transport their goods by waterway, and Baishuang City has also become a waterway hub, and the official documents sent and received are also concentrated in the Baishuang City government office.

When Wei Shu was in charge, she often reviewed the memorials submitted by various places, many of which were about river engineering, river channels and river transportation.After she ascended the throne, she was already very experienced in handling such memorials, and knew the meaning of the numbers in the memorials very well.

Those numbers look boring, but they are actually the most useful things, often involving money, food, materials, and other items.Sometimes, the entire memorial is full of nonsense, and only these few figures can be read.

Wei Shu became more and more startled.

The number of revisions made by the scribe is not too large, and the sum of several official documents is not too much, and the difference between the actual number and the actual number is limited.However, judging from the behavior of this person, it is obvious that this is not the first time that such a thing has been done, and if this is the case, the total amount of tampered transport ships and cargo will reach an astonishing number.

Taking a closer look at the documents he changed, it can be seen that the number of changes is a little less than the real number, which makes Wei Shu have a few guesses:
The first is greedy ink.This possibility is the greatest. After all, there are very few officials in the world who are not greedy for ink. No matter how the Jin Kingdom rises in national power, it is impossible that there will be no officials who fill their pockets;
The second is to set up a trap - the scribe kept all the original documents, if he wanted to frame a certain official, he only had to make a report at that time, and then take out the real copy;

The third is treason - such as borrowing merchant ships to smuggle weapons and armor, and then changing the number afterwards to get away with it.

Thinking of this, Wei Shu's heart skipped a beat.

Wait a minute, she seems to have missed a very important joint:
Song Spy.

If the scribe was a spy of the Song Dynasty, then his act of stealing and altering official documents was secretly arranged by the people of the Song Dynasty.

Although she knew that this guess was almost whimsical, Wei Shu still hoped from the bottom of her heart that it would be best.

When thinking like this, she couldn't help but think of Zhou Shang and Ye Fei again.

The news of these two people is very well-informed. Presumably, they have already learned about Aqisi's death, or the cause of Huazhen's death has been discovered.In short, no matter who dies, it will mess up their plans.

In fact, Wei Shu's move was not designed to get rid of Song Spy's identity, but after the light turned dark, she can help them more, and she has her own plan. All are beneficial and harmless.

But I don't know, are these two Song spies still safe now?When Zhou Shang and Zhou Shang broke up in the empty house in the north of the city, Zhou Shang and the others seemed to be rounding up someone. Has the matter ever been achieved?If things fail, is Zhou still in danger?

Thinking of this, Wei Shu's heart skipped a beat again, but now that she was carrying a murder case on her body, she couldn't show her face at all, so she could only be in a hurry.

The spring rain outside the window was fine, bit by bit, long and slow, just like Wei Shu's racing thoughts. However, before she could fully concentrate, there was another sound of footsteps outside.

The two of them are here for Jiageku!
Wei Shu's heart trembled slightly, her wrist was turned upside down, and the three iron cones were already clasped in her palm.

Do you want to remind the scribe?
At this moment, Wei Shu unexpectedly hesitated a little.

The scribes under Liang couldn't distinguish between friends and foes, and rashly warning them might cause them to burn themselves.However, if he ignored it, wouldn't it be a pity if he was a strong man who died for the Song Dynasty?

However, after counting breaths, Wei Shu pressed the thought again.

The footsteps of the visitors were heavy, and they were not walking fast. One of them seemed to have some inconvenience in his legs and feet, and he often felt a drag in his steps, while the other was also breathing in vain. A plan to hide his whereabouts.

It's not like they're here to catch people.

Several thoughts came and went, the sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer, occasionally two people's voices could be heard, it was especially clear in the silent night, and the clerk who was packing the official documents under the beam also heard it.

He stood for a while, but he didn't seem too urgent. He still put the official documents back in order according to the original steps in a calm manner, carefully erased the marks left before, and then put the pen, ink and other things he brought Put them all away, and finally, just took out one from the bag...

Idol? !
Huh, idol?

Does anyone still carry this thing with them?
Wei Shu opened her eyes wide and stared carefully at the thing in the scribe's hand for a long while, finally she was sure that the crude and weird thing made of clay was really a statue, but even with Wei Shu's eyesight, I couldn't tell if it was a male god or a goddess, but I just felt that the mud statue had a strange appearance, as if it had three heads and six arms.

Which play is this going to sing?

At this time, the sound of footsteps was already outside the door, and the voice of the voice was as clear as ears, but a person outside the door said in surprise: "Oh, why is this door open? Could it be that a thief has entered?"

The voice was reckless, and it sounded like a young man who didn't know anything.

Another more mature voice scolded him with a smile: "Are you stupid? Didn't you see that the light was still on inside? Whose thief stole things and lit the lamp? Have you ever seen it?"

The two were talking, and they had already pushed the door open.

At this time, the scribe of the Nalaigu tribe had also placed the statue on an open space in the east, and knelt down with a "puff", muttering something that Wei Shu could not understand, as if praying , looks extremely pious.

The two people who entered the room followed the light to find them, and what they saw was a certain scribe kneeling on the ground and paying homage to the statue.

"Yi Luo, what are you doing?" The young man was edgy, he couldn't hide anything, as soon as he saw the scribe of the Laigu clan, he immediately called the other party's name and asked.

The sudden voice shattered the silence in the room, but there was no response.

The scribe called Yiluo continued to pay homage to the statue as if no one else was there.

The other old official knew some tricks. He first signaled the young official not to speak, and then he thumped his sore leg from walking. After his legs and feet became more comfortable, he said slowly:

"Silly boy, don't you understand? This is the custom of the Laigu people. At midnight, when the dew starts to condense, the Laigu people regard it as a gift from the God of the Land. So they will pay homage to the gods at this time and pray for a good year in the coming year."

"Ah? Is that so?" The young official reached out and scratched his half-shaved forehead, his face full of confusion: "But it's only spring now, isn't it too early to pray for the coming year?"

The old official was at a loss for words, he hesitated for a long while, and finally had nothing to say, so he kicked the young man in a gesture, and cursed: "You know what a fart!"

The young official really thought he was ignorant, and said "oh", but stopped talking.

(End of this chapter)