The steward nodded repeatedly, flatteringly saying, "This humble official understands..."
Master Jin: They really are a den of scoundrels, hmm, how come they even curse themselves? Hmm, except for me.
After everyone left.
County Magistrate Lu said calmly, "Master, what do you think of Clerk Benefactor?"
Master Jin said earnestly, "This student is dull-witted and does not understand what Master means?"
Magistrate Lu rebuked, "With your abilities, I don't believe you couldn't understand that chess game just now?"
Master Jin: "Master Dong's chess skills are superb. That clerk is no match for you. If it weren't for Steward Ma coming over, it probably wouldn't have been over in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. The white pieces would have been completely routed, and the army would have collapsed like a house of cards..."
Magistrate Lu rebuked him, "I invited you here not to treat you as a decorative object or a lucky charm. I want to hear the truth!"
Noticing the increasingly impatient look on Magistrate Lu's face, he quickly said, "I've noticed that although Master Lu has been relentlessly attacking and suppressing the white pieces, the Registrar has always been hampered by the situation. And what's most interesting is..."
He paused for a moment.
"It seems that the clerk has been intentionally or unintentionally maintaining a ratio of two or three white stones to black stones."
County Magistrate Lu interrupted him: "Always one!"
"Yes, yes, yes..."
Master Jin pretended that he had misremembered.
"Dong Weng has been trying to win him over, but he has always maintained an ambiguous attitude. This can also be seen from the chess game. He is still very proud and will not easily submit to anyone."
When Steward Ma arrived, it seemed that the old man had intended to give him a way out, implying that Steward Ma was not an outsider, but one of his people.
But what's most puzzling is, did the registrar really go to relieve himself?
Having said all he could say, Magistrate Lu gave Master Jin a deep, unsettling look.
"Master, you are truly intelligent."
Master Jin was startled, chuckled dryly a few times, and his expression suddenly became arrogant and unrestrained.
"Hahaha, the students think so too! Hehe!"
Extremely frivolous and unrestrained.
County Magistrate Lu glanced at him disdainfully. He was clever but not steady, arrogant, and got cocky after getting a small advantage. He was destined to lack a grand vision.
"Never mind, as long as he doesn't stand by Magistrate Su's side, he's insignificant."
Jin, the clerk, wiped away his cold sweat: Damn it, I can't keep this job. This dog of a county magistrate looks so serious, he's cunning and suspicious of everyone around him. He might lose his life here someday. It's only a few hundred copper coins a month. Why risk my life?
...
Small square, walled forum.
A post suddenly went up.
Proclamation Against the Traitors
[Text: Daxing Town is a place of outstanding people and abundant resources, shining brightly like the sun. It is recorded in books and annals, producing many famous figures and enjoying endless blessings.]
He was just a farmer, a peddler, a vendor, struggling to make a living.
The Cheng family set up a stall dozens of miles away from home, earning only a little over a hundred copper coins a day. Yet, they were exploited by corrupt officials and forced to pay a sanitation management fee of one hundred coins every day!
Corrupt officials run rampant, thugs and hooligans engage in despicable sexual acts, and maggots and flies collude; the mounds are filled with vile and depraved people, utterly devoid of human morality!
To think that there are such shameless and immoral people in Kyushu.
Tears streamed down my face, and I could not bear to finish writing.
Although there are markets selling abalone and puddles of dung.
It is not enough to cause the stench of conscience.
They often hate me, an old man, for being powerless and powerless to rage.
Therefore, his mind was filled with pent-up emotions, which he then put into writing.
Some young students, however, noticed the signature: "Old man from the neighborhood."
Someone exclaimed, "Could this be another pen name of Mr. Liaozhai?"
Some people have raised questions.
"To be honest, it doesn't seem like it. Mr. Liaozhai's first post was written in plain language."
"This half-baked 'Declaration Against the Traitors' is written with extremely high emotional investment by the author, and I strongly suspect that this person was present at the scene."
People had almost forgotten about this incident, but after this new post was published, everyone became enthusiastic about it again.
Many young people left a lot of red hearts in the comments section of the old man's post.
Soon, this denunciation of the traitors was pushed to the top, almost in the same position as the post by the recluse of the countryside.
As if they had come specifically to complete a mission, the young people left without even looking up after sticking on the red hearts.
Uncle Fu stood at a distance, watching quietly.
One of the shop assistants asked, "Who exactly wrote this 'Declaration Against the Traitors', boss?"
Uncle Fu smiled and asked, "So, what do you think of this post?"
The fellow, who had at least a few years of schooling, dismissively said, "It's just so-so. It's all flowery language, trying to grab attention, exaggerating for the sake of exaggeration, but the content is rather empty. I could do that too..."
Uncle Fu smiled and said, "Go ahead and get busy."
The man turned and left.
Uncle Fu suddenly smiled and said, "Jin Cai, ten coins will be deducted from your wages next month."
The guy looked completely bewildered, standing there bewildered in the wind.
Meanwhile, Ma sent someone to the food street to inquire about the Chen family's residence, and at the same time, he went to the tax office to find the clerks, preparing to go together and give the Chen family a good thrashing.
The tax office clerk saw him coming.
He said with great surprise, "Manager Ma, it's been a long time since we last met, hasn't it? Let's have lunch together around noon."
Manager Ma waved his hand in refusal.
The tax official pretended to be angry and said, "It doesn't matter if it's just a little while. Anyone who is being watched by our tax officials can be caught and brought back no matter where they run off to."
Does Manager Ma not even possess this basic level of trust?
After being rebuked, Manager Ma looked somewhat embarrassed.
The Cleaning Department and the Tax Department are departments at the same level.
Both of them were low-ranking clerks.
It's not a matter of who gave orders to whom.
Manager Ma secretly took an envelope from his pocket and handed it to him.
"Take it and give it to the brothers in the tax office for tea."
The tax official accepted it with a smile.
"Don't be so formal, Brother Ma. We agreed to have lunch together at a restaurant, and then we'll go over together after lunch."
Besides, the guys I have are pretty lazy. Damn it, they're a bunch of gluttons who won't act until they see a profit. If you don't give them a little something, they definitely won't go all out when they're investigating a case.
Besides, even if His Majesty sends someone to do something, he wouldn't send inferior soldiers, would he?
Manager Ma was somewhat helpless.
He could only smile awkwardly and nod, saying, "Then I'll have to trouble you all. Let's go to Baiweilou for lunch, and I'll treat you to everything."
A gasp of surprise.
Those people exclaimed how impressive it was!
After laughing, Manager Ma's heart suddenly started pounding, and he felt that something was wrong; his eyelids twitched wildly.
Then he dismissed it.
Heh, you lowly peasant, I can make whatever I want with you, just like crushing an ant.
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