Yan Sui planned to stay for two more days in this small place where birds do not lay eggs.

As for all the officials in this county and the prefecture, what does it have to do with him?

Yan Sui stood on the pedal, allowing the extremely violent river wind to blew up his clothes.

Today, my clothes are very wide, which is very suitable for the wind and wind. If you don’t agree with me, I will be happy to be exiled.

However, he had no fluctuations in his heart and wanted to get angry.

The reason is nothing else, it's all caused trouble.

Last night, the crotch was a severely affected area. He had to wash it carefully all night, and he didn't dare to let go of every corner. It was said that it had been thoroughly cleaned up, but he always felt that some wrinkles or corners were still hidden quietly, bright, hot, and everywhere, like countless red firecrackers, which would fire from time to time, bursting with bumps and causing sadness to the balls.

So today's robe is slit, today's calves have huge mouths, and the vast river wind leaks into the scene. He doesn't want to think about that picture.

From last night to today, all his energy was harassed by the red powder, and he became more and more lost in appetite. However, if he didn't eat, he would be hungry, he would be in a bad mood, and if he was in a bad mood, he would have to be relieved. If he was in a bad mood, he had to find something to do. A few days ago, all the files in the yamen of De'an Mansion involved taxation, prisons, household registration, document files, persuading farmers, disaster relief, and poverty alleviation... and other matters were all turned over by His Royal Highness Yi, who had a good memory and never remembered it. I was going to end here. I would like to think about it again.

The first time I flipped over, two hanged the government office, and the second time, the county office jumped into the river two more, and today is the third time.

A large group of officials waiting far away to see him get ashore, and quickly lined up and lined up in two rows in front of the carriage. The Prefect of De'an respectfully held a large stack of files and bowed his head and returned. In this hot weather, everyone was sweating faintly when they drooped their noses.

Yan Sui did not answer, and a servant came forward and flipped open. Yan Sui stroked her stomach, crossed her legs, and seemed to be looking at her, and suddenly said, "Stop."

Everyone's face suddenly turned dead.

"......... In the 11th year of Yongyu, three death row prisoners were sentenced to death. One of them killed people in the street. Because they were killed by local soldiers, they were severely punished and executed after autumn. Their name was Zhang Eryong, a native of Qingtian Village, Changying County, De'an Prefecture." Yan Sui looked at the sky, and the snow-white clouds looked like the best crispy cheese... they vomited, so disgusting.

"If I remember correctly, Zhang Eryong from Qingtian Village was once commended by the county government in the seventh year of Yongyu to commend him for his pure filial piety and kindness. After his wife died, he took care of his parents-in-law alone for decades. I still remember that the file describes it in this way: He was less than six feet tall, sleeping at night, carrying stars and walking on grass, and raising Mount Tai for ten years. It is really touching...

"Yes, yes." Everyone nodded frequently.

"It's the one who was killed, eight feet tall, and is said to be known for his bravery in the attached camp. He once picked up ten people in a single battle and won the title of "Biao". Look, it's a pity..."

"Yeah yeah……"

"Yes, yes, so I would like to ask all the wise men, how did a short farmer who worked hard for many years kill a soldier who was tall, brave and powerful in the camp who had been fighting on the border for many years?"

"Yes...ah?"

"This... was the soldier who was drunk at that time..." The prefect began to wipe his sweat.

"In the autumn of the eleventh year of Yongyu, Qiu Tong was temporarily appointed by the president of the De'an Prefecture camp for three months. Qiu Tong was one of the confidants of the god general Lin Qing. He was known for his harshness and harshness. In his army, even if you drink without permission, you might be executed if you smell a lot of alcohol." Yan Sui was still staring at the disgusting "spicy cheese" - it was so disgusting that I might not feel hungry... "It seems that I have to thank the prefect De on behalf of the soldier, for thanking you for your bravery and courage so highly after many years of his death."

The prefect of De'an Prefecture did not have a surname, but he would never dare to be serious about this surname and His Highness Yi, who was called casually. His legs were approaching the noodles - how could there be such a person in the world? He remembered clearly one name and passage in countless one-foot-thick files three days ago, and even the commander of a small prefecture and county for three months was temporarily represented six years ago!

"This... this is the file completed by the ex-official official..."

"The case happened the winter of the year before. When the spring was completed, you took up this place in the autumn of the year. However, because this file was delayed by Zhongzhou Road for several months, the case that should have been settled in spring became the autumn of the year. If I did not calculate it wrong, the signature on the list should be you, the prefect."

"Your Highness!" The prefect De'an knelt down.

He suddenly became shorter after a while.

"I'm kneeling now?" Yan Sui was surprised. "It's too early to kneel down. If you don't have a chance to get up, won't your knees get broken? Well, send someone to find the doctor who fell into the slaughter first, hurry up."

A servant went to look for him immediately. Your Highness is not a joke. Your Highness never jokes. Anyone who wants to treat his jokes as a joke will definitely be the biggest joke in his next life.

Yan Sui sighed - it was really too early to kneel down.

The file was flipped.

"In the 13th year of Yongyu, De'an Prefecture paid taxes, with a household registration of 310,000 and a population of 1.78 million. Land tax: 660,000 shi of rice, 210,000 shi of wheat, 910 kilograms of silk, 150,000 kilograms of cotton, 30,000 kilograms of cloth, 291,000 kilograms of household registration, 243,000 kilograms of miscellaneous courses, 61,000 kilograms of salt, 27,000 kilograms of tea, 90,000 kilograms of military food, and 50,000 kilograms of tax exemption. It is said that the land of De'an Prefecture is fertile and pleasant, and it is a rich place. Although this land tax is not small, it seems to be a little worse than your treasure in De'an."

"Your Highness... Your Highness... It's because there are two counties in De'an, and the two sea areas are in a very strong and heavy waves. There were even winds and waves that took a few years ago. Over time, most of the local land has become saline-alkali land, and crops are difficult to survive. Therefore... So, a few years ago, the local land and the remaining taxes were calculated based on one of the five..."

"A few years ago, which year?"

The prefect De'an, who was hit by the vital point, even his shoulders were soft.

"Yong...Yongyu twelve years..."

"Just say that it was the year you first took office?"

“…”

"The whole county is saline-alkali land, and it cannot be maintained," Yan Sui's fingertips disliked the list of places. "In other words, such counties should be ranked behind De'an Prefecture. Why has the population growth and the number of servants far exceeded the rest of the counties in the past five years?"

“…”

"I remember that in the local construction file I read a few days ago, it seems that Linhai County has built two new official roads in the past five years, allocating 300,000 chunks of money. The roads are well built, connected to Zhongzhou Prefecture, and can go directly to Kyoto - a remote county in Linhai, a salt-alkali land, and all crops are tax-free due to low output. If these two flat and easy-to-go roads are built, what does Linhai need to transport such a lot of effort?"

The tone of voice was curious, as if he was really asking.

But it seemed to be frozen by frost and snow on all sides, the temperature dropped a little, and it was as quiet as death, which was suffocating.

"...Why are there any place where there is no crop production? What is the special way to transport?" Yan Sui's voice was floating, with a smile. It sounded like thunder in everyone's ears, "...Is saline or alkali?"

It was silenced for a long time before it was broken by the dull sound of flesh hitting the ground.

The magistrate De'an was lying on the ground, kowtowing, and his voice was sobbing, "Your Highness, the Palace, please kill me... Please stop asking..."

You can't ask, you can't ask. If you ask again, it's not something that he, a little prefect can afford.

The heavy haze clouds of the Tian family were shrouded on the heads of a small person like him. Anyone who slashed a thunder would be enough to break his bones.

Whatever he was afraid of, and he deliberately picked up a lot of files, and anyone who saw these numbers would be dizzy. Who knew that the royal plague god could see the problem in a row of numbers? Who knew that the vast volumes as high as a mountain that he had not even glanced at were actually remembered by him, as if he had read the book at hand, he could pick it up easily, one by one, and all the demons and demons were invisible.

The first person in the Dongtang Royal Family in the rumor is really, so terrible that it is hard to say...

"If you don't ask, don't ask," Yan Suiman nodded carelessly and glanced at another document. "For example, the 14th year of Yongyu's sacrificial ceremony for the River Gods was far more than three years ago. I won't ask you about this; for example, the 15th year of snow disaster relief, how can I remember that year that Dongqingzhou Prefecture reported that it was warm and rainy, so that the epidemic was rampant... It's strange. Our Dongtang was not too big to go up to the East China Sea to inherit Kunlun. Qingzhou and your De'an Prefecture were only a hundred miles apart. The difference in the weather was so different. Your De'an Prefecture was really magical. Of course, I won't ask you about this anymore."

The prefect De'an mumbled, and could not tell whether he was crying or thanking him.

"...If you want to ask, you have to ask Linhai County, where such strange things always happen," Yan Sui's eyes suddenly floated to another person in the crowd, "Linhai County, what are you thinking?"

The man kneeling in the crowd was only about thirty years old and had a handsome appearance. He was kneeling in that posture different from everyone else. His back was straight and his eyes were flickering. At this time, Yan Sui suddenly pointed it at him, and he was not panicked. He said in a hurry, "Report to the third prince, the official is not called Linhai County, the official is named Xie, and his name is Zhezhi."

Everyone hung their heads tightly, their knees moved silently - stay away from him! The culprit dared to talk to His Highness Yi like this, and would not take such a person if he wanted to die.

Only the prefect De'an, who knew a little inside, pressed his face tighter and tighter against the ground, feeling that his mouth was as bitter as coptis, rising up layer by layer.

Alas, when the gods fight, the little ghosts suffer. When it comes to the root of the family, why do you always bite the black-eyed chicken?

"Scorpion stings," Yan Sui looked very good-tempered, and her tone was almost gentle. "Is there anything I want to say to me just now?"

"The officials have nothing to say, because this is not someone else's business." Xie Zhezhi kowtowed and raised his waist and said, "The officials have a few other words that I have to bring to Your Highness: De'an is remote and the court is unstable, and the third emperor should return to the capital as soon as possible."

Almost immediately, the atmosphere around changed.

Yan Sui didn't speak or get angry, but her face became a little lighter, and the sunlight was obliquely coated with his delicate jaw. Because her skin was too white, the arc light looked cold from a distance, reminding people of the moon falling on the edge of the thin clouds at the winter night.

His also white and crystal clear fingers seemed to be pinching the air unconsciously, and bounced it lightly, and then bounced it again and again.

The grass on all sides suddenly began to grow wildly, and in a moment, several feet long, a group of people knelt in the grass, each with green heads on their heads.

Now everyone, like the prefect of De'an, buried their heads in the mud, sticking out a row of butts, and under the sunlight, they looked like a row of horse tying stakes of different colors.

The servants moved back without any slightest expression, so as not to get their boots splashed by someone's blood.

The scalp makes people tingle and tighten like a bowstring, and they are deadly silent.

Suddenly, there was a sound of stepping steps from far to near, instantly breaking the faint force field of murderous aura at this moment.

The servants stared in surprise and saw a man with disheveled hair running over with something, holding something and running quickly.

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On the 19th, I was going to Hangzhou to participate in an event. As a hardworking author, I turned down three events this month. As a hardworking author, I planned to bring a computer for the first time in my writing career.

I'm moved by my dedication and diligence for a minute.

Today is still a day when Xiao Tiantian is making trouble.

Our little sweet.

Although I don’t do my job properly, don’t do human affairs, and don’t speak human words, I have to say that it’s awesome lust. Right.

There are some foreshadowings in this chapter, which may make you a little confused, but you will always explain it in the future, and that doesn’t matter. Now we just need to concentrate on licking our faces.
Chapter completed!