After saying her goodbye to He Youyou, Aunt Guo hurriedly left.
He Youyou's carriage did not stop and went straight back to the He residence.
As soon as I entered the courtyard, a small figure rushed over.
"Auntie, I could hear your carriage from far away."
He Youyou caught him: "Wenqi, what have you been doing at home all by yourself?"
"I played with Zhao Xiaohua for a while, and I was just getting bored when you came back."
"Bored?" He Youyou's eyes darted around. "Come on, Auntie will take you out to play."
"Great!" Zhao Wenqi jumped for joy.
The carriage hadn't even entered the courtyard before it came in handy again.
They drove off with He Youyou and Zhao Wenqi in their car.
As a bodyguard, Qin Ming also had to go along, sitting on the carriage shaft with the driver, all the way to the government office.
Zhao Wenqi recognized this place; he had just been here yesterday.
"Auntie, what are we doing at the government office?"
"Come and see the excitement! The prefect is holding a public trial today. I've never seen a court hearing before. I've come to broaden my horizons."
Zhao Wenqi was also excited: "I've never seen anything like it before, I'd like to broaden my horizons."
When the two arrived outside the ceremonial gate, they realized something was wrong.
There were quite a few people here today, crowding the hall in layers.
"Auntie, we can't get in," Zhao Wenqi said, pouting. "What should we do?"
He Youyou also wanted to squeeze in, but judging from the situation, it would be difficult.
There are only two solutions to this situation.
Superpowers, and the power of money.
She doesn't have the first one, but she can have the second one.
“If I scatter some money on the ground now to attract people to pick it up, we can squeeze in while they are picking up the money.”
Zhao Wenqi nodded: "Okay, okay, Auntie, hurry up and sprinkle it."
"But if that happens, the crowd will riot, and the prefect will inevitably punish me for disturbing the peace. Loud noises and shouting in court will result in a reprimand at best, and beheading at worst."
Zhao Wenqi clicked his tongue in surprise: "Huh? That serious?"
“Look at the quiet sign in the courtroom, and look at all these people here, not a single one of them is speaking loudly.”
"Then what should we do?"
He Youyou tiptoed and looked inside, just in time to see Aunt Guo's crimson headscarf.
Aunt Guo actually managed to squeeze into the first row.
No wonder he's always on the front lines of gossip.
He Youyou turned around and saw Qin Ming behind her, so she asked, "Qin Ming, how good are your hand skills?"
"Madam, you mean... the art of concealed weapons?"
"Yes. Do you see that woman with the red headscarf over there? Find a pebble and flick it lightly at her, but be careful not to hurt her. Just make her look this way."
"yes."
Qin Ming didn't need the pebbles.
He estimated the distance to be about seven or eight steps, enough to touch the woman's head with a flick of his finger.
A gust of wind was flicked, and sure enough, Granny Guo turned around and looked over.
His gaze met He Youyou's.
He Youyou raised her hand, two taels of silver between her fingers, and gestured to her.
Aunt Guo was incredibly clever and immediately understood what He Youyou meant.
She whispered something to the people behind her, and they all made way for her.
He Youyou, along with Zhao Wenqi and Qin Ming, squeezed through the middle of the road.
He walked up to Granny Guo and quietly slipped two taels of silver into her hand.
Aunt Guo happily put the hidden pocket into her bosom.
Then he took out his coin purse and gave ten coins to each of the dozen or so people who were making way for him.
The crowd simply made way for them and unexpectedly earned ten coins, making them all very happy.
Aunt Guo was even happier.
He Youyou: Hey, Aunt Guo is really good at making a profit from the price difference.
Looking at Zhao Wenqi beside him, he couldn't help but launch into another round of fatherly nagging.
"Wenqi, remember this: you don't need to do the dirty, tiring, or offensive work yourself. When you're in a high position, you need to be good at using people. When you have wealth, you need to be good at using money."
Zhao Wenqi blinked, listening intently.
That's just how kids are.
He will only listen to those he likes.
He Youyou and her two companions stood in the first row of VIP seats, looking at the scene inside through the fence.
The view was indeed excellent.
The lobby is very spacious.
There was a case placed right in the middle.
Above the desk hangs a sign that reads "A clear mirror hangs high."
There is another plaque on the left and right sides, one of which reads "Virtue Blesses the People" and the other reads "Transformation Reaches the Masses".
Virtue is benevolence, and transformation is education.
Ancient judicial practice emphasized "combining punishment with morality".
Confucianism further advocates "enlightened virtue and cautious punishment," and "benevolent governance and rule by virtue, with virtue as the primary principle and punishment as the secondary principle, and appropriate punishment."
Confucius once said: "If you govern the people by laws and regulate them by punishments, they will avoid punishment but have no sense of shame. If you govern them by virtue and regulate them by rites, they will have a sense of shame and moreover become good."
Therefore, whether in administration or the judiciary, officials constantly emphasize benevolence and moral education.
A row of deacon plaques was also placed in the lobby.
The gold plaques were inscribed with the following titles: "Bestowed with the title of Jinshi (进士)", "Rank 4", "Main Hall of Jizhou Prefecture", and "Awarded the title of Zhongxian Dafu".
The white sign read "Silence" and "Avoidance".
A moment later, He Youyou heard footsteps coming from behind the hall.
The yamen runners, carrying their stern rods, entered the hall and stood in rows on the left and right.
The onlookers below dared not make a sound, and the surroundings were completely silent.
Once all the staff were ready, the prefect finally made his appearance.
Yesterday, Xie Zhihong was dressed casually, exuding the air of a scholar.
Today, dressed in official robes, his demeanor is even more solemn.
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