If this is the case, my father will definitely be the target of public criticism. There are countless officials who eat imperial grain in the Great Zhou Dynasty, why should I just take her father alone?

Jiang Liu gently lifted the curtains of the car and looked at his father. Seeing that he was quietly looking at the hard laborers kneeling on the ground, Jiang Liu's eyes turned to the haggard hard laborers, slowly lowered the curtains of the car, closed the peach blossom eyes and sighed silently.

With my father's temper, I should not be able to refuse.

Mr. Jiang struggled for a while before he said, "This time I was ordered to leave the capital to rectify the Suzhou administration. Although you have been exiled to serve here, your case will not belong to the Suzhou administration, so naturally it will not be under the jurisdiction of our administration. However, if you really feel that there is an injustice, you will write down the injustice and hand it over to me after you go back. As for how the court will decide, I cannot make the decision. I will finally warn you: Everyone will say empty words, and if there is no evidence, it is impossible to overturn the case."

Dad first used "I" to claim to himself, saying that he was an official matter; then used "I" to claim to himself, indicating that he did not take over their letter as an imperial envoy. Jiang Liu's lips raised slightly, and this way, it was indeed his father's style.

"Thank you, Lord Jiang, thank you." The hard laborers kneeling on the ground were extremely surprised and kowtowed and thanked him.

Tang Wenyao trembled with his rough and frozen palms, took out a stack of paper from his sleeve, and raised his hands over his head. "The criminal has written down the case and the facts of Jingzhou. Please read it."

In spring, the wind is still quite strong. The unbounded paper in Tang Wenyao's hand was blown by the wind. Although the dark red handwriting on the paper was neat, it made Master Jiang Ershi look shocking. This is... a blood book?

How much blood does it take to use so many pictures? Looking at Tang Wenyao's white and messy temples, Mr. Jiang Er was powerless, "You..."

Tang Wenyao quickly explained, "My lord is not allowed to punish people and others to use pens and ink. After learning that the adults came to Wensu to inspect, the grass civilians used the only silver to exchange these papers. Because they could not make up the silver and then change the pens and ink, they had to come up with this worst, which would taint your eyes."

Wang Xinshu and others, who were not prepared, were very upset and said repeatedly, "I will write a blood letter after I go back and will definitely present it to the adults tonight."

"I dare to ask the Lord, if the guilty people do not recognize the words, can I ask someone to write them on behalf of the guilty people?"

There is no need to be like this... Mr. Jiang sighed silently, jumped off his horse and took the letter of love written by Tang Wenyao with both hands, "I ordered people to prepare paper and ink. Everyone should try to write it simple and clear. If you are illiterate, you can let the guards write it on their behalf, and then the oral person will write it."

"Thank you, sir, thank you." Everyone thanked you again.

After instructing the guards to take them back to the city, when Mr. Jiang turned around and was about to leave, Wang Tu, who was standing in the crowd, finally plucked up the courage and said, "Mr. Jiang... Lord... Nephew... The sinner also has something to say."

Master Jiang Er's hand turned around, his eyes fell on Wang Tuyuan, who was not much shorter than him, and said calmly, "Tell me."

Wang Tuyuan stared at the old shoes he wore and the gravel on the ground, and said clearly, "There are officials in Wen Suxiang's army who abused their power and wanted to abuse prisoners who were serving labor. Can you take care of me?"

Mr. Jiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, "Go back."

Wang Tuyuan then knelt down and bent down his backbone, "Please make the decision for the sins and the people."

The few people who were still standing immediately knelt down with Wang Tuyuan, "Please make the decision for the sinners and others."

Mr. Jiang looked at Wang Wenqiao, who was still standing in the crowd "proud and unyielding", and said, "I will send someone to check. If an official abuses his power, he will definitely be punished strictly."

"Thank you, sir." With the uncle's words, he and his father's fortunes were saved. Wang Tuyuan's voice couldn't help but tremble, and tears flashed in his eyes.

After Wu Jiangfan and the hardworking servants were taken away, Jiang Liu came to his father and his eyes fell on the blood letter in his hands.

Mr. Jiang Er was afraid of scaring his daughter, so he handed the blood letter to Hou'er and said, "You two go back to the city with Yu'er?"

Jiang Liu shook his head, "The daughter of the mountain nearby has not been checked carefully."

After the grain storage in Wanggangling was discovered, Jiang Erye asked Jiang Liu to paint the arrangement of small trees planted on the Wanggangling grain cellar. He sent people to search through Suzhou, but no whereabouts of the grain storage were found. But his daughter wanted to find it again, but Mr. Jiang Erye did not stop him, but he only told him, "Okay, before the sun sets, you must rush back to the city."

"Don't worry, my nephew will protect my sixth sister." Jiang Erlang promised.

This is the south of Suzhou City. The Khitans could not have run over to find trouble through the layers of defense set up by the Zuowu Guard. Even if they encounter a bandit, hundreds of guards who protect them could easily solve it. Mr. Jiang had nothing to worry about and returned to the city to continue patrolling the repair of the Wensu city wall.

Jiang Liu and his second brother wandered around the city for half a day. He picked up dozens of beautiful stones, but still no trace of storing grain was found. According to the method of finding storing grain in chimneys, it is no longer available because every household in Suzhou now has grain. However, Jiang Liu is not discouraged. She has not checked most of the time in Suzhou.

After returning to the city and having dinner with his father, Jiang Liu went back to his room to spread out the map of Suzhou, marked the place he had walked today with a pen, and then looked at the word "border town" next to him.

According to the plan, she would rush to the border town with her father in half a month and would soon see her brother. Jiang Liu asked, "Woman, what day is the Qingming Festival this year?"

Hutie Zhao, who was sitting next to her and accompanying the girl to do needlework, replied, "On the tenth day of March."

It is the end of the first lunar month, and it is set off in mid-February, and it will definitely be able to reach the border town on the tenth of March. At that time, she will be able to go to the Ren family’s ancestral grave with her brother to worship her brother’s grandfather and parents. Thinking of the loyal and savage of the Ren family, Jiang Liu’s mood couldn’t help but become heavier.

Husband Zhao was stunned when he looked at the girl and reminded, "Do you want me to prepare incense, candles and paper money in advance?"

"My brother said we'll buy it when we get to the border town." Jiang Liu came back to his senses, and her eyes fell back to the border town. She had an inexplicable intuition, feeling that the remaining grain stored in the border town was hidden.

In the main room, Mr. Jiang Er, who was serious, was using a pen to tell Long Live about the big and small things that happened in the past three days. What happened outside Wensu City today is naturally also covered.

"... I hesitated for a while and still answered their love letter. When I saw them, I thought of Li Yanguang and his son who were fighting hard in the left Wu Guard. The military advisor of the Left Wu Guard Qiu Jing said that Li Yanguang was brave and good at fighting. Although his son Li Qing was fifteen years old, he had already made his mark in the Left Wu Guard. In time, he would have been a tiger general. If the empress did not rescue Li Yanguang on the execution ground, the Great Zhou would have lost two tiger generals. I think that there might be good talents among the six criminals and eight criminals who were calling for justice."

After writing this, Mr. Jiang paused for a while before continuing to write, "Even if there are no good talents among them, they are also people of my Great Zhou. I know that there must be guilty and deserving people among these people, but there is one in a thousand miles. What if there are really officials of prefectures and counties who deceive superiors and subordinates or neglect the case, causing innocent officials and the people to suffer and be wronged? Therefore, I dare to present the confession letters of these fourteen people together, please stay tuned."

After writing the letter, Mr. Jiang and Chen Qingshu sealed it into the envelope, handed it to Qingyan, and stared at the envelope directly, and couldn't help but remind him, "It's not an urgent matter, so there is no need to let the brothers who send the letter go desperately."
Chapter completed!