"Every year during the winter solstice and the beginning of autumn, the front-line commanders of the prefectures gave the silver taels to Brother Zongnian. Although the amounts vary for more than ten years, they have never stopped. Brother Zongnian can dare to say that there is nothing like this. "!" Wan Tumao glared at Zong Ying, who was standing not far away, and asked loudly.
Zong Ying also seemed to be stunned for a while. After a long while, she shook her head and sighed: "Brother Nian really has many eyes and ears. Those who donate money to Zongmou are all the uncles and uncles of my father's old family. I regret that there are old people in Zongmou's family. Young, but he has been unable to release his actual duties, the salary is meager, and it is difficult to maintain the family. Therefore, he has made great efforts to support him. Apart from the gift of several fathers and elders who have lived and died with his father, Zongmou dare not do anything. In addition to the refusal, all the other elders gave Zongmou a letter, the original Jinbi returned, and the accounts are very clear. The young brother's ears and eyes are so genius, he must have already been clear, why bother to ask? !"
"It doesn't matter what the specific accounts are. What I am curious about is that the money and money that are sent to Zongnian's brother's house every year are delivered on the same day every year. For more than ten years, there has been no single day of error. I know that all those who have financial transactions with Brother Zongnian are all commanding generals guarding one side. Over the past ten years, my Song and Jin have been fighting endlessly, and the frontline situation is extremely tense. Zong said those generals. Just thinking of the old friendship and Zhou Ji’s support, but when the military situation is urgent and the army is in a hurry, more than ten years have been like a day, pinching some points to give money to Zongnian brother, is it too incredible?!"
Wan Tongmao has always been articulate and eloquent. At this time, his voice was cold, but his words were all innuendo, secretly smearing, and extremely vicious.
At this time, crowds of onlookers were gathering more and more, and the execution ground was three circles inside and outside three circles, surrounded by water and a large area of darkness.
All the prisoners who have been escorted to the execution ground have been finalized and have gone through various procedures. The death row has been approved by the Ministry of Criminal Affairs. So the excitement they can see is nothing more than the execution on the execution ground. Today, the scenes of death inmates who are not in prison uniforms and the prison officers arguing and chatting in court, can not help but increase their self-interest, continue to whisper and talk.
Looking at the reflection of the crowds onlookers, Wan Qianmao's expression stretched a little, and a smile was pulled out from the corner of his mouth. He said: "The frontline military affairs and warfare are in full swing. There have been five or six years for these generals in the past ten years. We even wrote to the emperor’s official family’s report for interrogation, and there were many delays. If the money and money delivered to the emperor brother were only used for the support of the emperor’s brother, how could those front-line generals wait for the fire? Always in my heart and never forgetting?! Is it more important to deliver Zhou Ji’s silver to brother Zongnian than to send to the emperor’s official family for questioning An?! So the official can say that it’s not enough to send some money to Zongnian brother. It's a guise, but what Zongnian brother played is actually a central liaison and coordinating role. Those generals want to contact someone through Zongnian brother, and at the same time use this to form a network. Isn't what the official said is unreasonable?!"
The crowd onlookers were silent, all staring at Zong Ying.
Wan Hao has served as a criminal name for a long time. He has been accused of inquiring about the case. He has a lot of experience and knows how to avoid the most important. He never mentions the case or even without formal inferences and other unreasonable things, but it is unreasonable to catch this one. Place, a big fuss.
Although he had just received the dossier, but at this moment, even though there are many far-fetched things, at least on the surface it sounds clear and righteous. There are quite a few people at a time. Moved by his words, they all became suspicious of Zong Ying.
Wan Tongmao looked at the eyes of the onlookers, and couldn't help feeling a little smug. He focused his eyes on Zong Ying, and said: "It is because of the various ministries to make an appointment for Brother Zongnian to connect with foreign officials, make friends with friends, and want to go wrong. The crime is not at all wrong. After all, the names of the generals who have been associated with brother Zongnian are inconvenient to say here, but they have fully grasped the more than half of the soldiers of the Song Dynasty. If there is any disagreement, I'm afraid that the rivers and mountains of Song Dynasty will not be protected, and this Lin'an city will never be as peaceful as today!"
What he said was half-truth and half-false, and it was difficult to distinguish for a while, but the people around him could hear it clearly, and for a while, he had cursed in a low voice.
Zong Ying looked at Wan Tongmao, with a smile on her face, but a sad look in her eyes. She said lightly: "Brother Nian is a clever tongue and smart ears and eyes. Why didn't I forget to look at those people? On what two days did the uncle’s elders send people to Shangzong’s house every year? Why can they delay the delivery of the emperor’s official’s report to Anzhe for more than ten years, but they dare not miss the half-day delivery of money and goods to Beijing. In fact, It should be Brother Nian, not Zongmou!"
Wan Tongmao's heart trembled, his eyes shifted slightly, he glanced at the date on the file in his hand, suddenly remembered something, his expression changed slightly, raised his head, about to speak, and he heard Zong Ying's sadness. "Yes, those generals who were left behind can even forget the report to the emperor’s official family for questioning An Zhe, but they dare not delay this batch of goods shipped into Beijing for a while. Of course it will not be for Zongmou. , But because these are the annual "Charcoal Kings" and "Bing Kings" that are given to you who are in power in the central government!"
The surrounding people suddenly realized it, and they couldn't help but burst into a low uproar.
These residents in Lin'an have heard a lot of news from teahouses and restaurants, and most of them know what "charcoal jing" and "bing jing" mean!
Officials who have always lived in the DPRK, regardless of their rank, are always in front of the emperor, and cannot act arbitrarily. They are not as good as the local officials. And those local officials want to accomplish many things, but they also need the help of these officials, large and small, who live in the center of the DPRK. So I don’t know when to start. Local officials twice a year can help the various ministries in the center Officials of the People's Republic of China presented gold and silk money and goods, which came and went, and it became a common practice to continue to this day, and it has become a common practice. Regardless of whoever collects the grants, they take it for granted and don’t care. Regardless of how clean and honest the officials are, the two gifts this year must be indispensable. Otherwise, they will inevitably be stubborn and unable to do anything.
Today, the two time for local officials to give gifts to officials from various ministries in the Jin Dynasty has been fixed, one is the winter solstice and the other is the summer solstice. They are called "charcoal kings" and "ice kings". Charcoal drives out the cold, and summer comes to buy ice to cool off the heat.
Zong Ying is no more than a casual errand. As usual, Liang Jing didn't have his share this year. It was just that those generals who thought of and had friendship with his father included him.
Zong Ying laughed loudly, but she meant nothing but joy: "Zongmou's uncles and elders, who are out of war, can take their own lives. The emperor officials dare to resist the orders and refuse to listen, but there is no one. People dare to be short of the half-cent of two respects this year, and dare to delay the half-day hour of two respects this year. Zongmou once had a father in charge of the elder, the army was outside, and the war with the Jurchens for a long time, the city was poor, and the collection was impossible. Qi sent two salutes in a year to Lin'an. As a result, it took more than half a year to deliver half a bag of grain and rice to the army, and no more sergeant's payment. Later, it snowed in the middle of the winter, but he couldn't even get a piece of winter clothes. The sergeant under the rule and the Jurchens had seven battles and seven victories, but in the end most of them froze to death in the city that he firmly guarded. Brother Nian remembers this case well, and he should be familiar with this case. Zongmou's father is in charge of the elders, what A man who is not iron clamor, but in the past ten years, no one has dared to delay one and a half times. Every time Zong receives a gift from these fathers and elders, his heart is like a knife..."
He choked slightly and couldn't speak anymore.
The people around were all arrogant, and the bold ones had already cursed loudly.
A man with the appearance of a sergeant who was standing next to Wan Tumo looked at Wan Tumo a little bit at a loss, frowned, and suddenly said in a low voice, "My lord, the hour has passed, and Qin Xiang is still waiting for a reply. !"
Wan Tongmao's expression changed again, and he glared at the officer bitterly, but didn't dare to say anything, just nodded.
Originally, the death row was taken to the execution ground, and there was no opportunity to defend it. Qin Hui gave Wan Tuo's order to take Zong Ying to the execution ground and cut it with one blow.
However, Wan Hao always felt uneasy.
That's why he gave Zong Ying such an opportunity to speak. On the one hand, he hopes to be speechless on the spot, no matter how difficult it is to argue, so that even if someone is investigated in the future, he can have an excuse. On the other hand, , But also deliberately delaying time subconsciously.
Although he knew that he had no retreat except for throwing his heart down on Qin Hui's side at this time, he was still unwilling to take the lead and shoulder the charge of privately beheading officials.
Regarding the personal order to kill Zong Ying, he could escape if he could, or drag him if he could drag, and he really didn't want to do this under the public.
It's just that he hadn't gotten the dossier shortly, and thought he had discovered something in it, but he didn't consider it for a while, but he made another big joke.
At the moment it seems that it is already inevitable.
He raised his hand and picked up the arrow on the table.
The man who looked like a servant raised his hand, and the executioner walked onto the stage.
Zong Ying frowned slightly, but until this time, she was still looking at Wan Haomao in amazement, and she was actually ready to attack herself.
"Let him go!"
"Innocent!"
"Fuck, kill good people in broad daylight"
The surrounding people awakened like a dream, and suddenly everyone shouted loudly. The people around the execution ground pushed the sergeants and seemed to be ready to take the stage and protect Zong Ying.
The man with the appearance of a guard watched Wan Tongmao's hand trembling slightly, and couldn't drink a word "cut" in his mouth. He hummed softly, and shouted: "Listen, everyone, by the order of the officer. Zong Ying was approved by the hall and executed in court. If the people dare to make a noise and interfere with the execution, they will be regarded as a classmate, and they will be killed in one body!"
The guards responded loudly, and suddenly the swords and guns were unsheathed, a bright spot.
Those people are self-excited and move forward.
The person who looked like an officer looked at the public opinion terrifying, and those outside officers actually started to back away slightly and shouted: "Kill! Kill me all!"
A cold snort in vain, sounded in everyone's ears: "Who dares!"