Seeing that Huang Zongxi was unwilling to give in, Wang Zhixin kindly reminded him: "Strictly speaking, the governor of the East Factory is an imperial envoy and can walk above the law. But Censor Huang is different. You are an official appointed by the court, and everything you say and do must follow the court's rules."

"Whether the rules are broken or not is secondary. Giving someone a handle is the real problem!"

Huang Zongxi narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Admiral Wang is teaching me how to be an official?"

"I dare not!" Wang Zhixin responded with the same laughter.

After he finished laughing, he suddenly said in a very fast and low voice: "If Wang falls into the hands of Censor Huang one day, I hope Censor Huang will spare my life."

Huang Zongxi said nothing, but walked up to villager Wang Wei and asked for details.

After questioning Wang Wei, he went to the villagers and asked them in detail.

Almost all the more than 60 households in Dadong Village suffered the same injustice.

Because the number of witnesses was so large, Huang Zongxi temporarily believed their testimonies.

After thinking it over, he took out a pen and paper, wrote a letter and stamped it with the official seal.

"Someone come here," Huang Zongxi ordered.

"Here!" A policeman ran up to Huang Zongxi.

"Immediately send the official document to Yangzhou and personally hand it to Yangzhou Prefect Zhang Huangyan, asking him to make a quick decision."

"Yes, sir."

"Come back." The messenger was about to leave when Huang Zongxi stopped him.

"What else do you want, sir?"

Huang Zongxi pointed at Wang Zhixin and said, "Admiral Wang has an overall view of the overall situation in collecting mining taxes this time. This incident happened during the mining process, so we should ask Admiral Wang for his opinion."

Wang Zhixin laughed and said to the messenger, "I don't have anything to tell you. Please go and come back soon."