The East Factory has also encountered many fires since its establishment. This time the fire was not as exaggerated as Pharaoh described. It only caught fire in the west. The fire did not spread and was quickly put out. Burning things, the sparks drifted to this point, igniting the wood. If it was changed to the continuous rain a few days ago, it might not be able to burn.
As soon as Tang Fan inquired, the place where the fire started was indeed a cell used by the East Factory to house the prisoners, and it was also the place where Zheng Cheng's body was housed. A fire killed two prisoners, and even Zheng Cheng's body was also melted. to ashes.
The matter has come to this point, no amount of speculation will help, presumably that is the idea that the person with ulterior motives is playing. Tang Fan sighed secretly, thinking about going around, but he didn't expect to return to the original point in the end, that maid Lin, this time I'm afraid I can't escape this disaster.
He was interested in this case and wanted to find out the truth, not for the sake of being in the limelight or fighting against Pan Bin, but just to console the deceased Yu Jiuquan and save the innocent from censure. Will it be possible to protect the people of Li and the people one day? Now that the government is corrupt, many people would rather focus their energy on intrigue than do something practical for the people. Like Pan Bin, officials who are good or bad, and who are wise and protect themselves, are everywhere.
But when things are put there, there is always someone to do it. Since others don't want to do it, Tang Fan doesn't mind taking over.
Being able to give Pan Bin an idea to pull all the Jinyiwei in the East Factory into the water fully shows that Tang Fan's methods are smooth, but the gentleman is round on the outside and square on the inside, but he only wants to use it in business.
It's just that I never imagined that things would be so difficult. The original uncomplicated cases encountered obstacles one after another, and now there are no dead bodies, and all the way back has been directly cut off.
Tang Fan only now knows why his teacher Qiu Jun entered the official post many years earlier than Pan Bin, and he was also a great scholar in the world, but he is still only a sacrificial wine in the Imperial College.
The world is like this, people who are stubborn and unwilling to compromise, like teachers, are destined to not be reused.
And he himself, does he have to follow the old path of the teacher
Tang Fan shook his head, his calm and meticulous personality made him quickly withdraw his emotions from the loss of the Marquis of Wu'an case, took out the bottom of the stack of files, and opened it.
The Murder Case of the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion is important, but the Shuntian Mansion has never been short of cases, especially the unsolved and mysterious cases over the years. Organize and compile documents in the Hanlin Academy to pass the time for the optional clerical duties.
Although the official position of pushing officials is small, they are the people in Shuntian Mansion who are in charge of deciding cases and litigating prisons, and their responsibilities cannot be ignored.
Tang Fan looked at it slowly, pondering every word at a time, and sometimes he would pick up a pen to write notes beside him, and occasionally get up and flip through the old year's documents. , Unconsciously, most of the day passed.
The sun had already started to slant westward, and Tang Fan finally felt a little sore in his eyes.
He raised his head, glanced at the sky outside, and then looked at the file he had read on the other side of the table. He was satisfied to find that there was still a lot to do today, so he stood up and stretched his muscles, packed his things and prepared to go home.
Tang Fan has been in Shuntian Mansion for more than half a year. If there are no accidents, this is his day's work.
The work in front of me has come to an end. At this time, it is the best time to eat a bowl of shallot wontons or meat noodles.
Just thinking about the craftsmanship of the owner of the soup noodle and wonton stall in the north of the city, Master Tang felt hungry.
But before he could put this idea into practice, a Jin Yiwei came in.
"Brother Xue?" Tang Fan was surprised.
This person was Xue Ling who was following Suizhou.
Xue Ling cupped his hands: "Master Tang, President Sui ordered me to invite Master to come over."
Tang Fan: "I don't know what's going on with Sui Zongqi?"
This sharp-faced man rarely smiled: "Good thing."
Since the other party said so, Tang Fan agreed, packed his things, and went out with Xue Ling.
"Brother Xue, if your adults are not in a hurry, why don't you go to eat a bowl of wontons with me first. If you go to see your adults so hungry, I'm afraid my legs will be weak and my teeth will be so weak that I won't be able to speak. Wonton, the meat filling is fresh pork of the day, and it is also wrapped with chopped mushrooms and shallots. The skin is very thin, and you can faintly see the filling inside when you cook it. I feel that I deserve to be born in the capital!"
After talking for a long time, he was still hungry.
Xue Ling laughed, he found that Master Tang was really interesting.
Due to the special functions of Jinyiwei, most of the ordinary officials saw them with fear and precaution, or they were shy and flattered, but Tang Fan was an exception. , did not see disgust or fear.
After being persuaded by his three-inch tongue, Xue Ling even felt greedy in his stomach.
"If that's the case, then I will take advantage of Master Tang this time."
Tang Fan said happily, "Let's go, I'm so hungry that my chest is on my back!"
The two ran to the stall and had a hearty meal. Xue Ling found that Tang Fan had not lied to him. Although this stall was simple, there were many customers and the taste was excellent. He used to come and go in the north of the city. Have never tasted it.
Xue Ling knew the taste of the marrow, and asked for another bowl of meat and bone soup noodle soup. He is a martial artist, and he eats twice as much as Tang Fan.
After the meal was over, Tang Fan paid the money, and the two walked to the Beizhen Fusi, filling their stomachs and gaining strength and spirit.
In the evening, the pedestrians were in a hurry, and most of them rushed back to their families to reunite and eat meals made by their mother-in-law. Although there were various government offices and yamen stationed in the inner city, and there were many noble mansions, there were also ordinary people living there. Those who came to settle down, many years have passed, Emperor Chengzu died like a lamp, and the people lived and prospered for several generations, but Beijing became more and more prosperous, and it was far away from Nanjing and became a veritable capital.
When there were too many people, it was inevitable that they would bump into each other when they walked, but with Xue Ling around, that brocade attire was enough to make people shy away, and it was more effective than Tang Fan's official uniform. Makes them move much faster.
But sometimes this rule doesn't work so well. Not far away, there is a person who is hurrying with his head down, and he didn't take a close look at Tang Fan and Xue Ling's attire. They all took a few steps to the side, but the other party didn't even raise his head to look at Tang Fan, and then walked forward again.
Tang Fan turned his head to look back, but could only see the back of the man leaving in a hurry, quickly drowning in the crowd.
"What's wrong?" Xue Ling asked aloud when he saw him stop.
"It's nothing, let's go."
Jinyiwei is divided into the north and south towns, and there are also experience divisions and fourteen schools, of which the north and south towns are the core of Jinyiwei. Nanzhen Fusi is in charge, Beizhen Fusi is in charge, and Beizhen Fusi is divided into five guards, each with its own duties.
The head of the guard is called Qianhu, and there are sub-1000 households, a hundred households, a trial hundred households, and then it is the turn of the general banner. In general, the general banner is not a high-ranking official, but what he does is practical, such as Due to the special identity of the deceased, the emperor ordered Jin Yiwei to intervene in the investigation of the case of the Marquis of Wu'an. This case fell to Suizhou and he was in charge.
Tang Fan followed Xue Ling into the Jinyi Guards, and all the way to Beizhen Fusi. The ordinary official script plaque was hung on the column on the right side of the gate, which had a kind of shocking force. Two people stood on the left and right of the gate. The guard, with an expressionless face and cold eyebrows, is a little timid in this situation, and it is estimated that his calf has started to spin.
Most of Jinyiwei's murderous name fell on the head of Beizhen Fusi, and most of the murderous name of Beizhen Fusi fell on the head of the prison. This spy agency founded by Emperor Taizu and developed by Emperor Chengzu, especially the imperial prison where "water and fire are invulnerable, torture everywhere, go in vertically and come out horizontally" is really frightening, and when I think about it, I get chills all over. As an official in the Ming Dynasty, one was afraid of Dongchang, and the other was afraid of prison.
Therefore, as long as it is a normal human being, especially an official, no matter the size of the official position, whether they come voluntarily or not, as soon as they arrive at the Beizhen Fusi, their smile will disappear immediately, and their face will be immediately tense, as if someone owes him a few hundred dollars. Also similar.
Only Tang Fan, but his face was as usual, still had time to observe and look at it, falling into Xue Ling's eyes, and secretly amazed himself.
"Brother Runqing seems to be quite interested in the Beizhen Fusi. Why don't I take you to the jail after seeing Mr. Sui?" Xue Ling wanted to scare him.
After a bowl of ravioli friendship, the two have become familiar with each other, and the name has naturally changed.
Some people are born with a kind of affinity, and they can make a good impression on others and form a good relationship with a few words. Just like some people are born with a leadership style and are suitable to be leaders, these are abilities that cannot be copied or imitated.
People with this ability must not look too ugly first, and secondly, the illusory and indispensable temperament is also very important. Some people can make others feel like a spring breeze even if they don't speak. He is withdrawn and indifferent, which is the difference in temperament.
Finally, the ability to communicate and speak is also very important. From ancient times to the present, there is no one who can be good at dancing in officialdom and eventually reach the pinnacle of power. Calling him "Long Live Old Man" in private, ridiculing him only to flatter him, kowtow and shout Long Live, but it cannot be denied that he is very good at being a man.
Tang Fan's affinity is obviously very good. Even Xue Ling, who has never looked down on those civil servants, felt that Tang Runqing was indeed a good friend in just a few short encounters.
Hearing his words, Tang Fan laughed: "Alright, I haven't gone to the jail yet, so I just asked Lao Xue to help me lead the way, recognize me, and if I commit any crime in the future and get thrown in, I'll be fine. So that you don't get smeared, people who are not familiar with life!"
Xue Ling twitched the corners of his mouth, and when others heard the word "chao jail", their expressions changed greatly, but Tang Fan was different.
As a staff member of the prison, Xue Ling gave conscience advice: "This prison is easy to get in, but it is not easy to get out. When you go in, it will be difficult to get out again. Don't look at the hype outside, in fact, the prison is better than you. It’s even more terrifying than you imagined, and when you see it, you won’t want to go in again in your life.”
The two walked into a room while talking.
However, when Xue Ling stepped into the house, he stammered under his feet and said, "Big, big brother!"
In the main hall of the house, Mr. Sui, Mr. Sui, sat on a chair and watched the two walk in chatting and laughing.
Xue Ling: "..."
Tang Fan: "..."