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Chapter 7 Pack up
  Jiang Shaohua looked at the fat Mr. Wen.

After hearing the news, he immediately took the initiative to ask for help: "Princess, the gold, silver, jade, cloth, silk, satin, rice, grains, beans and millet are piled up in the palace's warehouse. I plan to check the previous warehouse account books and count them one by one."

Jiang Shaohua was very satisfied with the active Mr. Wen, and nodded slightly: "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Wen. We just take advantage of this inventory to check the warehouse and make a new account book."

Then, he took a deep look at Master Wen: "Master Wen will keep the old account books for the time being."

This is to give him time and opportunity to settle old scores.

That last glance contained reminders and warnings. Don't let bygones be bygones, and you will never be lenient if something goes wrong in the future.

Hearing that Master Shu felt relieved, he felt a little in awe of the young princess: "I accept my order."

Jiang Shaohua added lightly: "In five days, I will see the new book in the warehouse."

Chief Wen: "..."

Jiang Shaohua raised his eyebrows slightly: "What? Don't you have enough time?"

Chief Wen said with a busy smile: "That's enough, five days is enough."

Don't sleep for the next five days.

Jiang Shaohua was very satisfied with Master Wen's diligence and praised him a few words: "Although Master Wen is older, he is getting stronger with age and is not afraid of hard work when doing errands."

When he was talking about the master's book, he glanced at Yang Juan.

I heard that the chief clerk is almost sixty, and Yang Zheng is only thirty-four years old this year. Among the subordinate officials, he is the youngest and has the best background.

His biological uncle is the minister of punishment. Yang Zheng had a family background and worked as a clerk in the Ministry of Punishment for several years. It was Shilang Yang who arranged for me to come to Nanyang Prince's Mansion to serve as a judge five years ago.

Yang Zheng suddenly felt that the chair under his buttocks was a little hot. He stood up involuntarily: "Princess, Wei Chen plans to try all the previous cases."

Each county has a county government hall, and major cases involving human lives will be transferred to the execution room of the palace. In addition, Yang Zheng is also responsible for cases in Nanyang County.

Jiang Shaohua's eyebrows did not move, and he could not tell whether he was happy or angry: "Listen to what Yang is trying to say, there have been a lot of cases that have not been tried before?"

We had just met him a few days ago, and his face hadn't changed at all. When he opened his mouth, that invisible sense of oppression came to him.

Yang Zhengding calmed down and opened his mouth to explain: "Wei Chen did not neglect. It is really that there are too few people in the execution room and there is not enough support. This is why there is a backlog of some cases that have not been tried."

He is lax in his administration and shirks his duties when things happen. He is not very capable, but he is quite familiar with officialdom.

This Yang Zheng needs to get out as soon as possible.

Jiang Shaohua made a mental note for him, with a calm expression on his face: "We don't have enough manpower, just open your mouth." He turned to Song Yuan and told Song Yuan: "Commander Song will select twenty skilled, loyal and capable personal guards and lend them to the torture chamber as errands." , dispatched by Yang Judi."

Song Yuan immediately agreed.

Yang Zheng: "..."

Yang Zheng wanted to slap himself in the mouth, but he smiled and said: "The principal of the county sympathizes with me, and I am very grateful. However, there are five teams of policemen in the execution room. They are used to cooperating on errands. Suddenly there are so many people, I'm afraid They are competing with each other, or trying to pass the buck. When the time comes and we are unhappy, I will not be able to explain to Commander Song."

Song Yuan glanced at Yang Zheng: "If you are unhappy, just go to the school martial arts field to spar."

Pooh!
  Reckless warrior!

Yang Zheng was so choked that he almost couldn't take a breath. He glared and was about to speak when Chen Zhuo coughed lightly.

Yang Zheng shut up angrily.

Chen Zhuo came from a well-known family, had a wide circle of friends, was a Jinshi (Jinshi) twice, was outstanding in talent and learning, and had high official position and seniority. In the year when King Nanyang passed away, it was Chen Zhuo who was actually in charge of the board of directors.

Yang Zheng didn't even pay attention to Feng Wenming, but he didn't dare to be disrespectful to Chen Zhuo.

Jiang Shaohua had a panoramic view of this scene. She smiled at Chen Zhuo and then said warmly: "That's it for today. Everyone has dispersed and everyone is busy with their own errands. From now on, we will go to the study room every morning to discuss matters. If there is something to do, it will be long and if there is nothing, it will be short."

daily?

Chenshi?

Isn’t this the fifth update every day?
  Qiu Dianshan, who had three beautiful concubines, almost jumped out again. Finally, he still remembered the previous lesson and reluctantly held back.

Feng Changshi agreed very much: "In the past, when the prince was still alive, he would summon ministers to the study every day to discuss matters. The time was just right, and the meeting was over without delaying the day's work."

Chen Zhuo twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.

In the past, the prince summoned them to discuss matters. The princess directly advanced an hour.

That’s it! The princess is still a child and is getting excited. I guess I was busy for a while and then stopped.

All the officials stood up to leave, and Jiang Shaohua opened his mouth and said, "Chen Changshi, please stay. I have something to say to you alone."

……

Everyone exited the study.

Song Yuan also left the study and stood guard outside the study in person.

When Yang Zheng passed by Song Yuan, he snorted.

The Liang Dynasty valued literature over military affairs. Civil servants often have a reserved and arrogant attitude of being superior to others, and they look down on vulgar warriors. Sons of officials like Yang Zheng are even more arrogant.

Today, being punished by the princess one after another, Yang Zheng suppressed his evil anger and turned towards Song Yuan.

Song Yuan was like a stone statue, motionless.

Yang Zheng hit the cotton with his fist, and became more and more depressed. He sneered and said in a sinister way: "Commander Song is loyal to the princess, which is admirable."

A film about a ten-year-old girl, just relying on the power of the late prince to show off her power. He was dissatisfied from the bottom of his heart.

Song Yuan's eyes darkened and he stared at Yang Zheng. He put his right hand on the handle of the knife: "What did you say? Have the guts to say it again!"

Yang Zheng felt a chill running down his back, and he looked stern but tried to calm down: "Song Yuan! What are you going to do? You can't attack me here!"

This Song Yuan is about the same age as him, but his temperament is much rougher. What if I don't care enough to take action...

Yang Zheng caught a glimpse of a familiar figure from the corner of his eye, and quickly grabbed the other person's sleeve: "Old Qiu, I'm here to comment."

Qiu Yuanshang sneered and pulled back his sleeves: "If Yang Wenjing is afraid of Commander Song, he can just bow his head and submit. How can I, a person who can be punished with a light salary or beheaded, dare to speak out?"

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and strode away.

Yang Zheng: "..."

Feng Changshi came over unhurriedly, glanced at Yang Zheng, whose face was green and red, and said calmly: "Young Judge has this free time, why not go to the execution room and try all the piled cases. This will also prevent the princess from being speechless when asked tomorrow. Can answer."

Then he bowed his hand to Song Yuan and said: "Commander Song, calm down and don't argue with Yang Chuan. We are all colleagues. We should not look up when we look down and save each other's face."

Song Yuan's expression softened, his right hand moved away from the handle of the knife, and he clasped his fist in return and saluted: "I am a martial artist, and I am not good at words. Feng Changshi forgives me."

"I won't be angry if Yang Huanjian insults me a few times. He dares to disrespect the princess with words, and I will never tolerate it."

"This time Feng Changshi intercedes, so I will let it go. The next time, I will beat him until his nose is broken."

(End of this chapter)