Officials of all sizes in the yard did not expect Du He to be so resolute. He actually called a team of imperial guards from outside the prison and drove them all out.

A dozen people, young and old, stood outside the prison without tears, looking at the closed door, feeling despaired.

Only then did they realize that Du He and Yan Lide, who always thought of being a little confused, were different. This little ancestor was a man who didn't know what compromise was, nor did they know what family shame was to not be exposed.

Zhang Wenxuan was the focus of attention. He was sucked from the time he came out of the prison. At this time, he was standing outside the door, staring at more than a dozen pairs of angry eyes, and struggled to himself, "It's all my things to do. I didn't force you to come. Didn't you complain before?"

"But we also want to make a fuss like this. If you and your brother-in-law had not had any welcoming ceremony, how could we be kicked out? Now everyone has lost their jobs, you must give me an explanation!" Someone said in the crowded crowd.

"Explanation?! Whatever you want, I have lost my job, and it's not the only one who suffers."

"Enough, don't argue." The power of the tiger's death is there. Although everyone has been rebelled, Dong Ke still suppressed everyone with his previous tyranny: "This time the matter is not over. Since Du Lao Er wants to make the matter big, I will play with him to the end. Let's go to Yan Dajian Mansion. I don't believe that Du He can cover the sky with just one hand."

"Yes, let's go to Yan Dajian Mansion to file a complaint. The Du family is just a young prisoner. If the chief magistrate doesn't speak, what power does he have to break us?"

Zhang Wenxuan's loud echo made a glimmer of hope in the hearts of everyone present.

Yes, there are also major supervisors. As long as the major supervisor speaks, Du He will naturally not count the orders.

At this time, a group of people no longer cared about criticizing each other or embarrassing people. Under the gaze of a series of unknown truth along the way, the vast crowd walked out of the imperial city.

...

As soon as he was about to be a prison, the middle-aged civil servant heard the discussion outside and returned to Du He and said, "Shaoguan, why don't you... you'd better let them all come back, otherwise when Yan Daguan speaks, you... you will be too passive."

Du He had never thought that these people would go to Yan Lide before. You must know that Lao Yan is the real boss who will be the prisoner, and he just took advantage of Lao Yan's absence to bluff.

However, it is not realistic to ask him to call people back now. If such a thing is done, Du He will have no prestige at all when he is in charge of the prison in the future.

After thinking about it, Du He suddenly had a lit up his eyes and turned to the middle-aged civil servant and asked, "What's your name?"

The middle-aged civil servant was stunned for a moment, not knowing what Du He meant, so he replied carefully: "The villain Zhou Renqi."

Du He nodded: "Then do you know what procedures should an official go through according to the normal process?"

Zhou Renqi did not hesitate at all: "As long as you are under the fifth rank, just submit documents to the Shangshu Province. After the Shangshu Province approved it, it will submit documents to the Ministry of Personnel. After receiving the documents, the Ministry of Personnel will be filed and dismissed. If it is slow, three or five days, one or two days will be fast."

"That's so simple?" Du He was a little surprised, but thinking about it carefully seemed that the simple process was just a process. If it really wanted to be executed, it would be impossible to simply dismiss a current official without a legitimate reason.

Of course, it is also differentiated between simple or not. The current highest official in the Shangshu Province should be the Shangshu Right Pushe Changsun Wuji. Based on his relationship with him... his son, it should not be difficult to do such a little thing.

However, having said that, Lao Changsun seems to have a lot of part-time jobs, and it seems that he is everywhere.

Thinking of it, he said to Zhou Renqi: "This way, you go and get a list and write down the names and positions of those people just now, and it will be faster."

"No." Zhou Renqi was very obedient. He did whatever Du He said. He quickly made a list and handed it to Du He.

Du He held it in his hand and weighed it, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Let's go, go to the Secretariat."

"ah?!"

"Ah what, keep up."

...

The Secretariat Province, the General Secretary of the Six Ministry and Twenty-Four Divisions, has great power and numerous personnel.

When Du He brought Zhou Renqi to the gate of the Shangshu Province, he was immediately startled by the old elders' team outside: "What's the situation? All officials of all sizes in Chang'an City have come?"

Zhou Renqi smiled bitterly: "Young supervisor, the Secretariat has always been like this, and the officials who come here to do business are not only from Chang'an, but also from many other state prefectures also come here to do business."

Du He suddenly realized that this was the case. No wonder he had any accents in the south and north.

While thinking about it, he walked towards the gate of the Shangshu Province. Suddenly, he felt that someone was pulling him behind him. He looked back and saw that it was Zhou Renqi: "What's wrong?"

Zhou Renqi was covered in black lines. This person really didn’t understand anything. He thought the Shangshu Province was his own family?!

"Seven-inspection, we should go there to register first, and then queue up..."

"What line is it? Are you queuing for food?" Du He glanced at Zhou Renqi with contempt. In the astonished eyes of countless officials of all sizes, he said proudly: "Young Master doesn't have to queue up when you go to the Imperial Study Room. What line is it for me?"

Damn, is that awesome?

Zhou Renqi followed Du He with a foolish husband. With the humble eyes of the stinger at the door, he entered the gate of the Shangshu Province without any obstacles. The grassland beasts behind him swept overwhelmed the sky.

...

"Du He? What are you doing here for me?" In the official office, Changsun Wuji was drinking tea. Although the Shangshu Province was busy with official affairs, if there was no major event, few people would come to him.

Du He smiled and leaned forward: "Hehe, Uncle Changsun and my nephew passed by here by chance, so I came to visit Uncle."

"Get out, you kid is just a night owl who comes into the house without any trouble. If it's really okay, can you think of me?" Changsun Wuji cursed angrily, glanced at Zhou Renqi who was following Du He, and vaguely understood something: "Aren't you going to take up the new position today? Why are you boy boy boy boys to join forces to boycott him?"

"Uh..." Du He touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed.

Although he had almost emptied the generals before, he still could not change the fact that he was boycotted.

After thinking about it, I simply stopped pretending and took out the list written by Zhou Renqi and handed it to Changsun Wuji: "That... Since you have seen it all, I won't hide it from you. I have a list of the list of people here. Do you think you will arrange for someone to deal with it?"

List? Changsun Wuji raised his hand to take it, and just took a look, his eyelids began to hop wildly.

This is not a list, you might as well just disband the general as a supervisor.

There are more than a dozen people, officials at all levels. If all these people are removed, the only commander Yan Lide will be left as a supervisor.

"Bang", Changsun Wuji slapped the list on the table and said in a deep voice: "What are you going to do? Are you crazy when you open so many people at once?"

Du He smacked his lips, dragged a chair to sit in front of Changsun Wuji, sighed and said, "Uncle Changsun, it's not that he is a nephew, but he is really a jailman. He is so irrelevant that he is a clique. He is a clique and has formed cliques...

As a huge general, he could only make a hundred sets of cotton coats every day; Gao Luxing actually came to discuss with me whether he could make it in ten days.

It's sensational and deafening, uncle.

Can such a general be punished without rectification? Letting those borers stay in general be punished is irresponsible to the Tang Dynasty, and it is to ignore the lives of border soldiers."

Ignoring useless nonsense and exaggerated clichés, Changsun Wuji seemed to hear something vaguely, staring at Du He and said, "What do you mean, make it clear."

"My nephew's meaning is very simple. Uncle helped me to remove these people. Ten days later, I took out three thousand coal stoves and twenty thousand sets of cotton coats for the Ministry of Revenue."

"Bang"

Changsun Wuji stood up suddenly and the chair was knocked down by Dali: "What did you say? Boy, this kind of thing is not acceptable."

Facing Changsun Wuji who was so shocked that he could not be more shocked, Du He stood up and said, "If you are worried, I can establish a military leader. However, the prerequisite is that the raw materials must be sufficient. If there is no raw materials, I will have no choice."

Changsun Wuji was silent.

The incident of opening more than a dozen officials at once happened in the Tang Dynasty, but it is unique to completely clear a yamen.

What's more, the role of a prisoner is different from other yamen. It is too professional and cannot be managed by just transferring individuals to the public. If all these people are cleaned up, Du He cannot fulfill his promise, and the role of a prisoner is probably really useless.

But after thinking about it, what if Du He can really do it?!

The cotton coat was too late to be made, and the military was urging it every day. Changsun Wuji said that he was under great pressure.

If you really do it within ten days, you can also be much easier.

What should I do? Should I believe this kid? Changsun Wuji didn't take it seriously at all. If that thing was really useful, Yan Lide would have hung his head on the city gate building for a long time, but the old man is still alive now.

After thinking for a while, Changsun Wuji asked very formally: "Du He, now I don't think you are a junior. You should tell me that you are the one who is the young prisoner. Can you really make these things within ten days?"

"As long as the raw materials are sufficient, there will be only more and less things to be handed over as a supervisor." Du He calmed down and his face remained calm: "Changsun Pushe, I guarantee that he will be the deputy supervisor."

"Okay, since that's the case, I promised you." Changsun Wuji was not a slow person. After making a decision, he immediately arranged personnel and wrote to the Ministry of Personnel according to the list of personnel brought by Du He, and directly dismissed Dong Ke and others on the spot and would never be hired.

...

At the same time, Dong Ke and others gathered at the gate of Yan Lide's house.

"Brother-in-law, will the Chief Executive meet us?" Zhang Wenxuan was a little worried. The gatekeeper of the Yan Mansion had been in for a long time and no one had come out.

Dong Ke shook his head and said he didn't know.

Now, although he looks calm on the surface, he is actually a little ups and downs.

Although Yan Lide was the chief supervisor, he was essentially a scholar. Although he had made great achievements in calligraphy and painting, he was not familiar with everything about being the chief supervisor. After all, it was like a mountain separated by a distance.

It's like when you ask Yan Lide how to adjust the thickness of the ink in a painting, he can say it with his eyes closed, but if you ask him about the ratio of the ink used for printing, you will definitely be unaware of it once and for all.

This is the disadvantage of laymen leading experts and experts, and it is also the fundamental reason why Yan Lide is undermining his role as a prisoner.

Fortunately, Yan Lide was not thinking about being the chief supervisor. His Majesty the Emperor placed him as the chief supervisor and just arranged a seat for him to receive his salary. Apart from asking him to draw renderings when building the palace, there was nothing wrong.

But now the situation is different. Du He is young and energetic, and he doesn't rub the sand in his eyes. He fights to the death and directly breaks them all regardless of the consequences.

Now he finally realized that the reason why he was able to cover the sky with his hands was because Yan Lide didn't want to be as knowledgeable as him. If he really wanted to mess with him, it would probably be a replacement for the position of the Supervisor.

"Bit, tick..." A sound of footsteps came from the door. The door that had entered before walked out of it a while ago and stood on the steps: "Everyone, my master is very grateful for your visit, but the cold this time was too severe and I don't have the energy to meet the guests, so please go back."

"What?! No, no, no guests?" Dong Ke was stunned at the time, and couldn't help but regret that he shouldn't have been to visit his colleagues for the sake of face.

The people waiting below were also stunned. They didn't care whether Yan Lide was seriously ill. The key was that if they couldn't see him, their official position would be unable to be saved.

I can no longer care about Dong Ke or Dong Ke. This guy is not a person who can succeed by fighting insiders and outsiders.

In the crowd, someone came out, stopped the doorman who was about to go back to close the door, and begged: "Brother, please come in and report it again, and then say that something happened to the prison. If Yan Dajian doesn't come forward again, he will be afraid that the prison will be dispersed."

"This..." The concierge was a little embarrassed: "It's not that I won't inform you, it's because the master just drank the medicine and went to bed. If you are really anxious, just wait here first. When will the master wake up, I will call you."

After the concierge finished speaking, he turned around and returned to the yard and closed the door with a slam.

Looking at the closed door, everyone looked at each other.

Should I continue to stay?
To be continued...