This spring rain has been falling for several days.
The whole Zhuyuan City was wet, and an uneven group of people walked on the street. Only half a head could be seen occasionally, and the shadows of the new group of people entering the city were glimpsed. They were like frightened rabbits, blurred.
He banged his head blindly and headed down the alley.
Are they so scary?!
Yan Yu asked himself, then shook his head decisively.
She was such a cute baby, everyone loved her, but the rain screen must have blocked their view and they couldn't see clearly.
"Brother Santie, let's go to the government office first." Yan Yu said to the people around him: "Be sure to guard each door."
Santie nodded solemnly, looked serious, and went ahead with two columns of personal guards.
He joined the royal palace as a personal guard, and kept in mind the waiter's instructions, not to rush to respond to orders, but to acknowledge his integrity first.
The sauces made at home, the sauerkraut accumulated at home, and the fish caught last year... were often brought to the palace, and they got along very well with Shang Feng and the brothers who were guarding the same place.
Santie's family background seems to be no better than others, but he may be remembered by the prince, and because of his close relationship with the Yan family, he will not be looked down upon by the royal guards.
Second Young Master, this is what the servants in the mansion call Yan Yu privately.
If we say that Manager Wang's great-grandson has made her feel like a fish in water in the house.
The love of the palace masters is the cornerstone that consolidates Yan Yu's status in the palace.
The biggest backer for this triathlon job is none other than Yan Yu.
And the triathlon is really up to par. You need to be tough in ironwork, and the triathlon itself doesn't have to be tough.
With first-class physical fitness, solid basic skills, and excellent endurance, he can quickly keep up with the daily training of the Guards Camp and be able to do so with ease.
If the archery distance is not too far, you can just fix the target and have a fun time shooting coins.
The thing that Shangfeng valued most about him was that he had spent some time in the Huju government office. There were few young people of his age who were so comfortable with others.
Respectful in dealing with people, making good friends with colleagues, quickly integrating into the guard camp, being discerning, not telling what is going on, and being diligent...
Just like the triathlon, who can climb the mountain not to like it?
This trip to the triathlon was meant to give him an opportunity to gain more experience.
When the group arrived at the government office, the royal guards had blocked all exits.
Yan Yu: "Uncle Li, please count the heads. Those who are dishonest must be shackles and locked up. Don't hurt yourself."
Li Captou smiled and said, "Don't worry, we won't have to worry about it."
Capt. Li nodded to the fast-shift yamen officer and walked quickly to the cell.
On the way here, Yan Yu was thinking about why her father said it would be great if she didn't leave and asked her to come back as soon as possible.
From what she knew as a daughter, her father was quite good at shoveling land. She could leave this kind of moving work to him. Even she herself might not be able to do it better than her father.
Is it really because of lack of time and manpower that the search is not satisfying?
Yan Laoer: Yes, that’s the fact.
Or is there something that he can't handle that he can't handle? It would be more appropriate for her, General Yan, to take action?
Yan Laoer: No, no, no! I really just feel unhappy that no one is cooperating with the search. I really have no other meaning, my dear!
Yan Yu not only figured it out on his own, but also discussed it seriously with his master.
The theme is that since Guanzhou cannot occupy Zhuyuan City, what else can we do.
Mr. Tian Da has been guarding the border town for many years and has many years of experience.
Yan Yu, on the other hand, is unconstrained and has no limitations in his thinking.
Together, one old and one young, they actually came up with a rough charter.
If the Crown Prince of England and Yan Huaiwen focused their attention on the Xizhou Army, then Mr. Tian and Yan Yu shifted their attention to the common people.
Approaching the main hall, Yan Yu took a deep breath.
Move your facial muscles.
Mr. Tang sat upright and sat in the main hall again.
See a little boy and walk in leisurely.
"Your Excellency, you are polite." Yan Yu adjusted her posture and looked proud. This is what she was thinking on the way. It is not good to be too polite. This is not the time to be polite, but to be coercive and domineering.
Ease of doing things.
"I have a few things to do this time." Yan Yu clasped his little hands behind his back and explained in a casual tone: "The prince learned that the guards in Zhuyuan City were insufficient, and he was afraid that the gangsters in the city would take the opportunity to cause trouble, so he ordered Hu Ju to take over Zhuyuan Prison.
The criminals will be taken away immediately and the case files involved will be handed over together."
Mr. Tang was silent for a moment and said: "You can take the person away, but not the files. The files must be kept in this office."
Once the King of Qi knows that Zhuyuan City has lost troops, he will quickly replenish his troops.
If this city had been defended in a bloody battle and lost, now Guanzhou is threatening the prince and pretending to open the city gate, losing the city and seizing the troops without using a single soldier. The King of Qi will be angry when he hears this, and it is inevitable that he will anger Zhu Yuan and force a conquest on the spot.
Not only were Zhuyuan's able-bodied men at risk, but there were numerous precedents of prisoners serving as vanguards and dying soldiers on the battlefield.
It was decided in the autumn of last year that serious offenders would be punished.
The prison cells of the county government were mostly filled with roosters, dogs, and thieves who committed crimes that would not lead to death.
It is against the rules to hand over Huju, but in this situation, Mr. Tang can't say no.
Wanting to leave the dossier was his last bit of dignity and stubbornness.
Yan Yu snorted coldly: "No, let's go get it ourselves in case we miss anything. If we take too much, please forgive me."
"Uncle Wan, go to the torture chamber."
The execution room manages the official documents and files of lawsuits, prisoners, constables, convicts and jailers, and is also responsible for the management of Baojia in the city.
Yan Yu winked at Team Leader Wan, who understood and nodded towards her.
Not only did she want to take away the prisoners in the cell, she also wanted to know Baojia's name and address in the city.
The cities in Xizhou have been under the rule of the King of Qi for a long time. The Xizhou army has few soldiers from other provinces and most of them are recruited from the local area.
It must go through the hands of Bao Jia.
These people are of great use to her.
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The military camp in the city was temporarily requisitioned by her.
The Baojia guards were approached one by one by the government officials and brought here.
It was already late at night.
Not to mention candles, there was not even a torch to be found in the military camp.
At the same time, she lamented that her father had searched so cleanly.
I'm so sad, Dad, how can you be so clean!!!
At this time, Yan Yu was arrogant and domineering. Little General Yan could still feel wronged and was in the dark. With a wave of his hand, he wrote an IOU to the Zhuyuan County Office. He did not go to the other office and simply kept breaking up the bits and pieces in the cell without doing anything.
Move them all away.
Generally, county government cells are built underground or semi-underground, with few exceptions. Candles and torches are always available.
There were also a lot of firewood, charcoal, quilts, etc., which were not visible, but were hidden. Capt. Li pulled them all back without any politeness, and said to everyone with a smile: "These are not on the account, let's pay them back."
Benevolence and righteousness are not our duty."
The jailers' income came from the prisoners, but the prisoners in the border towns were always poor and could not squeeze out more than two ounces of oil.
We can only work hard on these things.
If someone in the family commits a crime and doesn't give them something to keep them warm, don't blame the jailers for being cruel and starving them.
When they got the things, they also followed the rules. They threw out the old bedding that countless people had slept on and finished the work. They also poured half of the food and other things for the prisoners.
