GBP Chapter 370 Tie this bastard up and send him to the capital.
Chapter 370 Tie this bastard up and send him to the capital.
Yang Shaofeng's temperament is like Schrödinger's cat.
Faced with his two beautiful wives, Yang Shaofeng felt that he had no temper at all.
Yang Shaofeng felt he had no temper with the people of Ningyang County and Dengzhou Prefecture, or even with ordinary people from anywhere else, as long as they weren't like Sun Gupu or the gentry of Jiangnan.
Although he might occasionally curse or even hit people when he gets angry, Yang Shaofeng swears on the lives of all the short and ugly men on the entire Japanese island that he is very measured in both cursing and hitting. If he is even slightly lying, may all the short and ugly men on the entire Japanese island die a horrible death.
But when faced with Koreans, short and ugly men, or those gentry who have no self-awareness, or officials like the drunken Fang Kejian in front of him, Yang Shaofeng's temper would escalate infinitely.
Yang Shaofeng chuckled coldly and turned to the lame man and the guards of the Imperial Son-in-Law's residence, ordering, "Bring this idiot down and beat him until he comes to his senses."
Limpy Wu grinned and responded, then he and the guards of the Prince Consort's mansion rushed forward, picked up Fang Kejian and threw him into the main hall, then gave him a good beating.
After about half a cup of tea's time, Limpy Five finally ordered everyone to stop. He then squatted down, grabbed Fang Kejian, and slapped him hard across the face, demanding, "Are you sober now?"
Fang Kejian, whose face was already bruised and swollen, said in a trembling voice, "I'm awake now, my lords, spare my life, spare my life."
Limpy Wu turned to look at Yang Shaofeng, but Yang Shaofeng frowned slightly. "Keep hitting him. This dog is still not awake."
Hearing that the beating was to continue, Fang Kejian screamed like a pig being slaughtered: "I'm awake! I'm awake! My lords, spare my life! Spare my life! I have money! I have money!"
Yang Shaofeng was slightly taken aback, then walked up to Fang Kejian and asked, "Fang Kejian, do you recognize me?"
With both eyes bruised and swollen, Fang Kejian had to force his eyes open a crack. After carefully examining Yang Shaofeng, he flew into a rage and shouted at Yang Shaofeng, "Prefect Yang, even if you are the son-in-law of the emperor, you should not allow someone to beat an official in court. Aren't you afraid that I will impeach you for doing this?"
Yang Shaofeng chuckled coldly, then suddenly kicked Fang Kejian hard, saying with a sneer, "There are plenty of people who want to impeach me, who do you think you are? Besides, before you impeach me, shouldn't you explain to me where the wine you're drinking came from?"
Fang Kejian was slightly taken aback, then snorted coldly and said, "Your Highness, the imperial court prohibits alcohol made from grain, not fruit wine."
After a slight pause, Fang Kejian continued, "Furthermore, I only had a couple of drinks and wasn't drunk. But you, relying on your status as the imperial son-in-law, allowed someone to directly assault a court official. Such arrogance and domineering behavior—where do you place the laws of the Ming Dynasty?"
Yang Shaofeng grew increasingly annoyed, so he kicked Fang Kejian again and asked, "I don't want to hear your nonsense right now. I'll just ask you one thing—have you finished distributing the land to the people?"
Fang Kejian snorted coldly and stared intently at Yang Shaofeng, saying, "I have naturally done all the duties that are within my purview. The court asked me to distribute land to those peasants, and I naturally did so. What do you think, Your Highness?"
Yang Shaofeng chuckled and looked at Fang Kejian, saying, "Fine, you've got guts."
After praising Fang Kejian, Yang Shaofeng directly instructed the lame man and the guards of the Imperial Son-in-Law's residence: "Have someone bring over all the account books from Zhaoyuan County, and also bring me a set of writing brush, ink, paper, and inkstone."
After the guards of the Imperial Son-in-Law's Mansion made a trip to the county treasury of Zhaoyuan County to bring over all the account books and prepared writing materials, Yang Shaofeng immediately wrote a memorial to the throne.
Yang Shaofeng waved the dried ink-stained memorial at Fang Kejian: "This is my memorial impeaching you. It will be sent to the Office of Transmission tomorrow afternoon."
After saying that, Yang Shaofeng ignored Fang Kejian and began to take stock of the various account books of Zhaoyuan County.
"In June of the third year of Hongwu, fifty taels of silver were allocated to repair the Guanquan Gate."
Thinking back to the Guanquan Gate he had seen when he entered the city, Yang Shaofeng couldn't help but sneer, "Did they hire ghost soldiers to build this?"
"In July of the third year of Hongwu, fifty taels of silver were allocated to repair Wanghai Gate."
"In the eighth month of the third year of Hongwu, fifty taels of silver were allocated to repair the immortal gate."
"September...October of the third year of Hongwu..."
Looking at the extremely crude accounts, Yang Shaofeng couldn't help but shake his head slightly. He glanced at Fang Kejian and sneered, "Your methods of making money are too crude. Your bookkeeping skills are no better than that bastard Xu Zheng's. Magistrate Fang, it seems you'll soon be joining Xu Zheng and his ilk."
Damn it, what bad luck Zhaoyuan County has had? Two consecutive officials have been such corrupt officials with such crude methods.
Moreover, Fang Kejian, that bastard, is incredibly audacious, even more so than his predecessor, Xu Zheng.
At least when Xu Zheng first took office, he didn't dare to embezzle tens of taels of silver at a time, while Fang Kejian started embezzling in the third month of his term, and the first amount was fifty taels.
In just a few months, that bastard Fang Kejian used excuses such as repairing city gates, repairing the Confucian Temple, and repairing government offices to withdraw all the money and grain from the entire Dengzhou County treasury, leaving only a little money and grain in the accounts.
After checking all the account books in Zhaoyuan County, Yang Shaofeng couldn't help but sigh again.
Forget it, let's just leave it to Old Deng to worry about. Hopefully, Old Deng can invent a scarecrow figurine this time.
"Let's tie this bastard up and send him straight to the capital."
Yang Shaofeng directly instructed Bo Wu and the others: "Go early and come back early, try to get back to Ningyang County before the Lunar New Year."
Upon hearing Yang Shaofeng's words, Fang Kejian was both shocked and furious. He glared at Yang Shaofeng and shouted, "You, surnamed Yang, don't push your luck! I am, after all, an official of the imperial court. Even if I am guilty, it is not your place to send someone to escort me to the capital!"
Yang Shaofeng glanced at Fang Kejian again, but ignored Fang Kejian's clamor and got up to walk out of the county government office.
You should be secretly pleased that I, the imperial son-in-law, am sending people to escort you to the capital. At least the people escorting you are the personal guards of the imperial son-in-law's residence, so they are officially registered.
When Deng Xiaoping finally loses his temper and starts allowing ordinary people to tie up officials and bring them to the capital to file complaints, the people escorting you might be the peasants you despise the most.
Seeing that Yang Shaofeng was ignoring him, Fang Kejian was about to say a few more harsh words when Limpy Wu swiftly and loudly took off his boots and socks and stuffed them into Fang Kejian's mouth. The strong, pungent smell of stinky feet made Fang Kejian roll his eyes.