It's time for a showdown, all the powerful officials in Beijing are my students!

Chapter 164 Chapter 163

When County Magistrate Fan heard that someone looked down on his backstage, he looked displeased at the few teenagers who appeared at the gate of the county government.

Dumb and vicious: "Huangkou children don't want to speak wild words, dare to insult the duke's mansion with the title.

Come on, pull me out and charge me fifty sticks. "

The Fan family of the Marquis of Wuchang who was next to him was worried about his not-so-smart brother, and begged a middle-aged man sent by the Marquis of Wuchang to follow Fan County Magistrate, standing behind him and frowning.

"What a majestic official," Yu Chiyi looked at the yamen servant who came over with a murderous stick with a fierce look on his face, smiled sarcastically, and took out the black token calmly.

County magistrate Fan obviously had little knowledge and didn't know the token in Yuchiyi's hand.

The man standing behind him narrowed his eyes in surprise, but he didn't speak to stop him.

Although the first-rank Zhenguo General's Mansion is higher than the second-rank Marquis of Wuchang's mansion, it is not incomparable to the Marquis' Mansion with the title of meritorious honor.

When he saw a young man with a calm and introverted face next to him, holding a silver token in his hand, the pupils of the middle-aged man shrank violently, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

"!!!"

Damn it... don't the tokens of the aristocratic family are as rotten as cabbage now?Return a piece of staff, who are you scaring!

The middle-aged man who had worked with the Marquis of Wuchang for many years in the capital was much more knowledgeable than County Magistrate Fan. He hurriedly stretched out one foot to walk over to salute, but then retracted his steps in the eyes of the other party's stern eyes.

Then his eyes flickered, and he approached County Magistrate Fan and whispered something in his ear.

Fan Mengsheng raised his head in surprise, and looked at Yuchiyi and the young men who looked at him proudly.

Even if County Magistrate Fan has never seen it again, he still knows that the title of the Marquis Mansion is under the Duke's Mansion, not to mention that it is the Duke Cheng's Mansion of the deceased Queen's mother's family.

Once the first wealthy family in the capital.

Seeing that County Magistrate Fan's aura was suppressed, Tang Sicheng regained the initiative.

He took out the official document that the government sent him to investigate this matter, unfolded it to County Magistrate Fan, and then said in a solemn tone, "The case of the rich landlord oppressing the people and forcibly buying villagers' land at a low price is now up to the judge."

Magistrate Fan glanced at the document, his face darkened.

At this time, he also regretted that he had collected too much money and precious items from the Qian family, and some of them had already been sent to the Marquis of Wuchang in the capital and his sister.

The official rank is one level, and he holds documents in his hand.

The most important thing is that those boys holding tokens to scare people are obviously on his side.

He wanted to pretend that he didn't know the status sign, but the people arranged by the Marquis of Wuchang around him hinted to him several times to let him know the current affairs.

Fan Mengsheng used to think that the title of Marquis of Wuchang was very honorable, but he didn't expect to be overwhelmed by a few young boys today.

But as long as anyone who has stayed in the capital, even a servant with some knowledge, will know it, not to mention that the calm young man has the token representing the Chaopin State Duke's Mansion.

Even the young man holding the token of Yipin Zhenguo General's Mansion may not be able to provoke the now declining Wuchang Marquis Mansion.

Under the oppression of the middle-aged man's eyes, County Magistrate Fan had no choice but to give up his seat. Tang Sicheng curled his lips and walked over to sit in the lobby to start the trial of the case.

The villagers kneeling down breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that they didn't need to bear the board.

These people were originally when Tang Sicheng came to the county government, and asked people to inform the people in Zhengjia Village and several nearby villages that people from Fucheng would come to investigate the case of buying and selling land.

If they have any grievances, they can go to the county government lobby to complain today.

Originally, these people didn't believe it, so they sent people to those who had read books among them. After reading the government documents, these villagers rushed to tell each other as if they saw hope.

At this time, hundreds of villagers had gathered at the entrance of the yamen lobby, just to see if they could return the fields they were forced to sell.

"My lord, the grassroots are going to sue. The rich landlord bought our village's fields by force. And those villagers who were injured and taken away and refused to sell their fields, when will they be released?"

"Yes, yes, my lord, the Caomin will also sue the Qian family for buying our land, and say that they spent money to recruit the Caomin to farm for his family.

But every time they said more than 20 Wen a day, and when the work was done, they said that our work was not good, and in the end they didn't even have [-] Wen a day. "

"Yes! My lord."

"The Qian family bought all our fields, so they had to work for his family in order not to starve to death, but the Qian family oppressed the grassroots and others as tenants."

The people kneeling in the center of the hall talked about what the Qian family had done to the surrounding villagers in recent years.

Seeing the people below looking at him with hope, Tang Sicheng couldn't help but feel sour. He was only transferred for a few years, and the people were persecuted so bitterly by corrupt officials and bullies.

Tang Sicheng turned his head to look at the guards sent to arrest Qian's family, and gritted his teeth: "Bring Qian Ergui, the landlord Qian."

When the disheveled Landlord Qian was carried by the guards to kneel in the lobby, and when he looked up and saw that the person sitting under the mirror was Tang Sicheng, he knew that he was going to die.

As a well-known landlord in Moshan County, how could he not know Mr. Tang, Tang Sicheng, who used to be a county magistrate here, who was known as a stern and honest official.

Landlord Qian originally wanted to go to court to sue An Xin and the others for their atrocities against him, but just now he saw County Magistrate Fan, exchanging eyebrows with the middle-aged counselor next to him.

Qian Ergui, who learned to look at people's eyebrows and eyes when he was a gangster, understood that those young people were existences that he could not afford to provoke.

Seeing Landlord Qian being brought up, Tang Sicheng looked at him seriously, with sarcasm hidden in his eyes: "I haven't seen you for a few years, how did Landlord Qian become so capable.

You can actually use two or three taels of silver to buy an acre of land in the hands of the common people. Why doesn't this official know that the current land is so worthless? ! "

Landlord Qian shrank when asked.

Standing at the entrance of the county government lobby, An Xin in the crowd beeped softly: "It was a pleasure to buy land at a low price back then, but now I'm afraid he will be sent to the crematorium."

"Crack!" The gavel was heavily patted down in Tang Sicheng's hand: "I'm not going to call you quickly, what evil things have you done to endanger the Quartet these years?"

An Xin and the others stood in the crowd at the entrance of the county yamen's lobby and watched Tang Sicheng's trial. Chen Qibao whispered, "This man is really good at trial."

An Xin glanced at him disdainfully.

As far as she knew, this young Master Tang had been in the officialdom for several years after he was admitted to Jinshi.If he can't even handle this most basic case, he can go home and sell sweet potatoes.

"My lord, I am wronged!" Qian Dadizhu endured the pain somewhere in his body and wanted to struggle.Make a final effort to see if you can use your penetrating tongue to earn a living for yourself.

Seeing that such a villain still has the face to complain, the people nearby really wanted to take off the worn-out shoes with their thumbs exposed and scratch his face with a shoehorn.

(End of this chapter)