Chapter 100 Statue of God

Author: Yao Jishan

Chapter 100 Statue of God

Nowadays, merchants in several upstream counties mostly transport goods by water, and Baishuang City has become a waterway hub, and official documents are concentrated in Baishuang City Government Office.

When Wei Shu was in charge, she often reviewed the memorials submitted by various places, many of which were about river engineering, river channels and river transportation. After she came to the throne, she was already experienced in handling such memorials and knew the memorials very well.

The meaning of numbers.

Those numbers may seem boring, but in fact they are the most useful things, often involving money, food, materials, groceries, etc. Sometimes, the entire memorial is full of nonsense, and only these few numbers can be read.

Wei Shu became even more frightened.

The number of revisions made by the scribe was not very large, and the sum of several official documents was not much, so the discrepancy with the real number was limited. However, judging from this person's behavior, it was obvious that this was not the first time he had done this kind of thing, and if we follow this analogy,

Then the total amount of tampered transport ships and cargo will reach an astonishing number.

After carefully counting the documents he changed, it can be seen that the number of changes was slightly less than the real number. This gave Wei Shu several guesses:

The first is corruption. This is the most likely possibility. After all, there are very few officials in the world who are not greedy for corruption. No matter how strong the Jin Kingdom is, it will not be without officials who enrich their own pockets.

The second step is to set up a trap - the scribe has kept all the original documents. If he wants to frame a certain official, he only needs to make a report and then take out the original copy;

The third is treason - for example, using a merchant ship to smuggle weapons and armor, and then changing the number afterwards to get through.

When she thought of this, Wei Shu's heart suddenly moved.

Wait, she seems to have missed a very important joint:

Song spy.

If this clerk was a Song spy, then his act of secretly altering official documents was a secret plan by the Song people.

Although she knew that this guess was almost fanciful, Wei Shu still hoped from the bottom of her heart that this would be the best.

When thinking about this, she couldn't help but think of Zhou Shang and Ye Fei again.

These two people were very well-informed. It seems that they have already learned about Aqisi's death, or the cause of Hua Zhen's death has been discovered. In short, no matter who died, it would mess up their plan.

In fact, Wei Shu's move was not specifically to get rid of her identity as a Song spy, but after turning from light to dark, she could help them more, and she also had a plan of her own. If she could echo the two, it would be helpful to others.

All are beneficial and harmless to oneself.

But I don’t know, are these two spies of the Song Dynasty still safe now? When they broke up with Zhou Shang in an empty house in the north of the city, Zhou Shang and the others seemed to be rounding up someone. Could the matter have been accomplished? If the matter failed, would Zhou Shang have done anything?

Danger?

As soon as she thought of this, Wei Shu's heart began to rise again. Unfortunately, she was carrying a murder case on her body and could not show up at all, so she could only act anxiously.

The spring rain outside the window was heavy and slow, just like Wei Shu's racing thoughts. However, before she could completely concentrate, there was another sound of footsteps outside.

The two of them came for the Jia Ge Library!

Wei Shu's heart was slightly trembling. She turned her wrist and saw three iron awls already clasped in her palm.

Do you want to remind this scribe?

At this moment, Wei Shu unexpectedly hesitated.

The clerk under Liang Dynasty could not distinguish between friends and foes, and he might get burned if he rashly warned him. However, if he ignored it, wouldn't it be a pity if he was a warrior who died for the Song Dynasty?

However, after counting a few more breaths, Wei Shu pressed this thought again.

The footsteps of the people coming were heavy and they were not walking fast. One of them seemed to have some inconvenience in his legs and feet, and there was a dragging feeling in his steps. The other person was also breathing heavily. It was obvious that these two people had neither martial arts nor any ability.

A plan to hide his whereabouts.

It doesn't look like they're here to arrest someone.

A few thoughts rose and fell, the footsteps were getting closer and closer, and occasionally the voices of two people came, which seemed particularly clear in the silent night. The scribe who was packing official documents under Liang also heard it.

He stood for a moment, but he didn't seem too anxious. He still calmly followed the original steps and put the official documents back to their original places. He also carefully erased the marks left before, and then put the pen and ink and other items he had brought.

Putting them all away, finally, I took out one from the bag...

Idol?!

Hey, idol?

Is anyone still carrying this thing with them?

Wei Shu opened her eyes wide and stared at the thing in the scribe's hand carefully for a long time. Finally, she was sure that the strange and crude thing made of clay was really a statue of a god. However, even with Wei Shu's eyesight,

I couldn't tell whether it was a male god or a goddess. I just felt that the clay statue had a strange shape, as if it had three heads and six arms.

What kind of drama are you going to sing?

At this time, the footsteps were already close to the door, and the voices were as clear as in my ears, but I heard a person outside the door say in surprise: "Ah, why is this door open? Could it be that a thief has entered?"

The voice was carefree, and sounded like a careless young man.

Another older voice laughed and scolded him: "Are you stupid? Didn't you see that there is a light on inside? Whose thief still lights a light when he steals things? Have you ever seen him?"

The two of them were talking before pushing the door open and entering.

At this time, the scribe of the Na Lai ancient tribe had also placed the statue of the god in an open space in the east. With a "pop" sound, he knelt down and murmured words that Wei Shu could not understand, as if he was praying.

, looks extremely pious.

The two people who entered the room followed the light and saw a certain scribe kneeling on the ground and worshiping the statue.

"Iro, what are you doing?" The young man was impatient and couldn't hide anything. As soon as he saw the Laigu scribe, he immediately called him by name and asked.

The sudden voice shocked the silence in the room, but there was no response.

The scribe named Iroh continued to worship the statue as if no one else was around, as if he didn't hear anything.

Another old official knew something about it. He first signaled the young official not to speak, and then he hit his legs that were a little sore from walking. After his legs and feet felt more comfortable, he slowly said:

"Silly boy, don't you understand? This is the custom of the Laigu tribe. In the middle of the night, when the dew begins to condense, the Laigu people regard this as a gift from the god of the land.

So they would pay homage to the gods at this time and pray for a good year in the coming year."

"Ah? Is that so?" The young official reached out and scratched his half-shaved forehead, with a puzzled face: "But it's just spring, isn't it too early to pray for blessings for the coming year?"

The old official was at a loss for words and hesitated for a long time. In the end, he had nothing to say, so he had to kick the young man in the face and cursed: "You know nothing!"

The young official really thought he didn't know what was going on. He said "Oh" and stopped talking.
Chapter completed!