From Yong'anli, Hongtang Township, go west to the west gate of the provincial capital, no more than ten miles away.

The Min River flows from Hongtang Township to the two tributaries of Wulong River and Hongjiang. From Yong'anli to the county town, it is necessary to cross the Hongjiang River. The Hongjiang River is flooded with many floods. The governor and the governor built bridges on the river many times, first a floating bridge and then a stone bridge. In the third year of Xianping, the Northern Song Dynasty, a stone bridge was built, called Hongyi Bridge, and in the seventh year of Shaoxing in the Song Dynasty, Hongyi Bridge was built. However, Hongyi Bridge was destroyed by floods in the 11th year of Chenghua in the Ming Dynasty.

Only Hongyi Bridge is left, because it is close to Hongshan, which is also called Hongshan Bridge. After passing Hongshan Bridge, it is the official road and the end of the official road to Fujian.

There is a town next to the bridge called Hongshan Town. Cargo ships from Jianning and Yanping Prefectures are parked on the pier.

At the gate of the tax bureau, the patrol bar with a waist knife maintained order. The vendors in short jackets stretched out countless pairs of hands holding copper coins and lined up to pay taxes. The archers of the inspection department stood there with guns and stood listlessly, too lazy to investigate. They only occasionally scolded the unruly people.

After walking through the ferry, passing the ancient temple, Xichen Temple, and walking for a while, the west gate of the provincial capital gradually became clear.

Five or six sedan chairs were parked next to the official pavilion, and there were also a row of mules, horses and carriages lined up far behind. Not to mention the officers and soldiers standing, there were hundreds of sedan chairmen and grooms alone.

Twenty or thirty officials were dressed up in fresh clothes, and various patterns of tonics on their official uniforms gathered together, as if they had entered a bird garden.

They waited there with their hands, stretched their necks from time to time, and looked to the west of the official road, and didn't know which official was waiting for. Seeing the officials yawning one after another, it seemed that they were getting up earlier than themselves. Lin Yanchao took a few more glances, and several officers and soldiers blew their beards and glared at them, whipping their horse whips, which scared the uncle immediately turned Lin Yanchao's head over.

In the 38th year of Jiajing, the provincial capital rebuilt in order to prevent the Japanese, it rebuilt bricks and added enemy platforms outside and dug chasings. The city was surrounded by 3,346 meters. The most majestic in front of the city gate was a row of Jinshi arches, which was a marquis and the pride of the city.

Taking advantage of the sun, the people rushed into the city, inspected the city gate, and inspected the pedestrians, which made most of the people entering the city block the city gate.

In Lin Yanchao's eyes, the city walls were getting higher and higher, and the official roads were getting more and more congested, so the three of them could only slow down.

Snake hairpins were inserted on both sides of the road, and the trousers were bent to the top of the other, holding fish baskets with both hands and selling along the street. Vegetable dealers were carrying loads and carrying baskets, just wanting to carry the city, so that a load could be sold for dozens of cents, but they had to expect the tax bureau to exploit less in advance.

Various teeth were shouting in various tones and business. Behind them were several rows of men and women with yellow faces and thin skin, and clothes were not tidy. Everyone had grass marks on their messy hair.

The beggar with fleas on his clothes strode past his teeth with a bowl. When he met someone who was more wealthy, he would go over to beg for a beg. If he didn't give it, his clothes would be dirty.

The more barren the people, the more prosperous the city is, the closer it is to the city gate, the more people are on both sides of the official road, the eaves are almost hanging in front of you, the number of houses is the number of fish and salt is the market. The hawking sounds of one high and one low never stopped in my ears. The vendors on both sides put the stalls on the shoulders of the road, and only half of the five-meter-wide official road is left.

The prosperity of the provincial capital has refreshed the impression of Lin Yanchao being barren in Fujian, but it is relieved to think about it.

What is the provincial capital? It is a place where government agencies and government agencies can hoard services.

The yamen that Guan Guan himself can call it, there are the governor's yamen, the governor's yamen, the governor's yamen, the general yamen, the general yamen, the general yamen, the general yamen, the municipal yamen, the general yamen, the municipal yamen, the general yamen, and the county yamen. The officials, accompanying officers, servants, and relatives in the Guan Guan are probably going to have tens of thousands of people.

"Sir, okay! Let's go into the city, otherwise our family will starve to death!"

Thousands of refugees who were flooded at the city gate wanted to rush into the city to beg for food, but were beaten out by the officers and soldiers.

This time, the Fujian waters flooded, how many people starved to death? How many people were displaced? How many floating corpses floated down the upstream of the Fujian waters every day?

Seeing this scene, Lin Yanchao couldn't help but clenched his fists, but was pulled by Lin Gao and whispered: "Don't watch more!"

Lin Yanchao woke up by Lin Gao's voice. He was just a child and was powerless to change anything, not to mention that he still had a lawsuit to fight.

There are seven city gates in the provincial capital, two capitals where the young emperor stays. There is a gate of the city gate. The tall and dark city tower stands majestic.

After queuing up and searching the city gate, Lin Yanchao came to the provincial capital. There was another scenery inside and outside the city. The important part of the provincial capital was the government to embellish the peace.

The boats on the West Lake in the city are pleasant to hear, revealing a scent of delicacy. Next to the city gate tower is the Wanshou Palace dedicated to Xu Zhenjun, and the incense is flourishing!

The roads in the city are all over the city, and there are thousands of shops and houses. The inland rivers are directed from the Hongtang River, through the west lake of the city, and enter the city from Xishui Pass next to the west gate. The rivers in the city are lingering in front and behind the houses.

Banyan trees and willow trees were planted on both sides of the river. The open boat entering the water gate on both sides of the west gate directly lined the inland river. Under the banyan trees as green as silk, the boatwoman holding a pole, wearing bright clothes, rowed by the front of her.

Lin Yanchao remembers that in the collection of books by Xiucai’s father, there was a poem describing the prosperity of the provincial capital during the Northern Song Dynasty. Department stores entered the market with tide ships, and thousands of wine shops were behind the curtains.

My uncle was idle in Houguan County and was also a clean government in the city. He gestured to Lin Yanchao, who had first entered the city: "The road across the east and west in front of the West Gate is called Ximen Street. Walk east along Ximen Street and cross Dingyuan Bridge. This is the way to the governor's office and the Dutai Office, and all the salt envoys offices. The Houguan County Office we are going to is located in the Xianfang in the south of the city and at the foot of Wushi Mountain."

"Don't worry, when you arrive at the Hou Guanya, it will be my territory. I will protect you at that time."

The uncle was arrogant and immediately scolded by Lin Gaozhu: "I don't know how much you have, your father. How much can you help me?"

"Dad, what's taught is, what's taught is."

"You can't lead the way."

In a teahouse in the Yaqian Street, Houguan County, a man with straight legs and feet walked to Xie Zongjia who was drinking tea on the table in all directions and said, "The three of the Lin family father and son have entered the city and are coming to the county government."

Mr. Xie put down the tea bowl and asked, "It's Lin Gaozhu, his eldest and third brother?"

"The third brother didn't come, he was a child."

"I understand." Mr. Xie thought of Lin Yanchao and snorted softly, and had a little premonition in his heart. So he said to a man with a beard at the same table: "Standle Ge, I am not afraid of the Lin family. I am just a child studying in the society. I don't know where I saw a few court rules, but I actually said something tricky. Please help me with this lawsuit."

The lawyer Ge glanced at Mr. Xie and said, "What are you afraid of? When I, Ge, was a famous criminal magistrate, he was not born yet. In the provincial capital, I, the fifty taels of prosecutor, was not worthy of my mouth. I don't even think about the one hundred taels of prosecutors. How many taels of silver are you worth in the five acres of dowry land together?"

Mr. Xie's face turned red by these words. He was used to being arrogant in the countryside, but when he arrived in the provincial capital, he didn't even take him seriously.

However, the other party's authentic Suzhou accent and his deep background as a magistrate, General Xie only dared to curse in his heart, but still said humbly: "I would like to ask Mr. Ge to look at Huang Shuban to help me this time."

"It's good to know. I'm not selling pornographic books to deal with it. But for the sake of Xu Dian Envoy, I've written the complaint for you. With this complaint, I won 70% of the lawsuit. You can respond immediately. "Standard Ge said.

This is OK? Mr. Xie scolded in his heart, but he still took out a tael of silver with great gratitude and put it on the table. Lawyer Ge brought one tea bowl, which was actually a way to serve tea in the officialdom.

Even a lawsuit stick dared to show off in front of me. Mr. Xie cursed in his heart and turned around and wanted to leave.

"Slow down! Do you want me to make tea money for you? The country people have never seen the world!"

It took half an hour to travel from Ximen to Guanxianfang where the county government is located.

When Lin Yanchao walked to Yaqian Street, a plaque stood at the beginning of the street, and he raised his head and wrote four golden words in Bamin Jianyi.

As far as Lin Yanchao knows, these four words are the archway in front of the Minxian County Yafang, which is separated from a fang and lives in the same city with the Houguan. The archway with the words "Ten Minsheng County" is opposite to the table, to show that it is unwilling to be willing to be at the back and to compete for ranking. As for the front of the Futai Yamen, the sign of "Eight Minsheng County" is not slandered.

The county government is close to Houguan County School, facing north and south, and the gate of the eight characters opens south, which is just right to not come in without money.

There is a long street in front of the Yamen Street. Since ancient times, there is a beautiful scenery in front of the Yamen Street, so there is no need to say more.

The lawsuit has passed two months. It is not the peak period for the yamen to file lawsuits, but Yaqian Street is still crowded. The Jingshan Pavilion and Shenming Pavilion next to the county yamen gate are all crowded with people. In this way, they are all the victims and defendants who come to sue.

If a sour scholar saw this scene, he would inevitably sigh, what does the world mean and the world is getting worse and the human heart is not as good as ever.

Confucius said that if I listen to lawsuits, I am just a human being, so I will definitely make no lawsuits. Confucianism believes that no lawsuits are a social ideal state. The fewer lawsuits are suspicious, the more it means that the people are simple and the people are easy to govern. Officials who govern local governments will also be easily evaluated by political clarity.

On the contrary, if there are too many lawsuits in the local area, it is believed that the local customs are weak, in other words, there are too many unruly people.

From this point of view, Fujian is not a place that officials like to stay. In the local chronicles, there are many people who are poor and like to commit suicide; there are many words like frugality and fondness, and like to be fond of witches.

Today is the day of the yamen’s revelation. The magistrate sat in the yamen and the billboard was released. The people rushed to the front of the sign.

A miserable man clasped the defendant's collar and scolded: "It is natural to pay back the debt. If you don't pay it back today, you will be asked to sit in the prison."

Someone was pushing and shoving, and a woman cried and said, "Mr. Hunter, believe me, my husband and I are innocent."

"Bitch, you dare to argue. You know what it means to catch a traitor in bed!"

Lin Yanchao was about to continue listening, but blocked his uncle's ears and said, "Don't dirty your ears, kids."

This uncle, Lin Yanchao was speechless.

Lin Yanchao was just eye-opening, but at this time he heard someone sneering.
Chapter completed!