Everyone present was shocked. They had all heard of the reputation of King Zhao, who was the number one god of war in Dashang.
Now, standing in front of them alive, who can not be surprised?
The police officers present were kneeling on the ground and trembling. The head catcher didn't even dare to express his anger. The two words he just said against Zhao Rui were enough to destroy his nine tribes.
Zhao Rui didn't care too much and put the King Yu sword back into its scabbard.
"How on earth are the local left-behinds doing such a bad job? Why haven't the laws of our great merchants penetrated deeply into the people, and why do some people dare to fight in the street so openly?"
The lieutenant general was so frightened that he trembled all over and hurriedly came to Zhao Rui's ear.
"Your Highness is unaware that the local ethnic groups are too numerous and complex, and each ethnic group has its own set of rules. There is really no way to implement Dashang's laws quickly!"
Zhao Rui frowned. He had also heard about the local situation. He originally thought that Dashang's decree could be implemented quickly after combining it with local customs, but he did not expect it to be so difficult.
"Where is the local Sheriff?"
Not daring to show any signs of neglect, he immediately took Zhao Rui and Ziyun to the City Lord's Mansion.
The county governor was a student from Imperial College who had just arrived from Luocheng. He was personally selected by Shangguan Mu. He had served as an official in a county near Luocheng and was quite capable.
But when Zhao Rui walked into the city lord's palace, he found that it was a messy scene, with a large number of bamboo slips and books scattered around.
The Sheriff was sitting in the middle, comparing various books and bamboo slips attentively.
Zhao Rui coughed twice: "What's going on?"
The county guard suddenly looked up. The moment he saw Zhao Rui, he suddenly panicked and hurriedly knelt on the ground.
"His Royal Highness King Zhao, why are you here?"
Zhao Ruike was the principal of Taixue. His portrait hung at the gate of Taixue. All the students from Taixue knew him.
"This is not what you should ask. Answer this king's question."
The county guard did not dare to show any slightness and immediately took out some decrees and sent them to Zhao Rui.
"Your Highness, a large part of the blank spaces in the laws of Dashang are to accommodate various ethnic groups and local customs. However, there are too many ethnic groups in this place. Even if all the blank spaces are filled in, there is no way to fill them in.
Implementation of the law.”
Zhao Rui picked up the slip in front of him and found that it was actually the regulations set by each ethnic group.
It's so diverse and complicated that even Zhao Rui doesn't know where to start.
"It's really hard on you!"
After Zhao Rui flipped through a few volumes of letters, he threw them aside. Not only were these laws outrageous, they also made him feel inexplicably upset.
The governor's eyes were full of helplessness.
"Wei Chen has only been here for less than three days. He has not yet understood the relationship between the laws of various ethnic groups, let alone dealt with the backlog of cases. Please forgive me for this, His Highness King Zhao."
Zhao Rui waved his hand: "If you can serve as an official in a place like this, you are already considered a loyal minister of my great merchant. I will find a way to send you more deputies."
The county guard was immediately grateful and knelt there, kowtowing repeatedly.
"That's right!" Zhao Rui's tone suddenly became cold: "Where is General Zhaoli now?"
The Sheriff quickly took down a map from the shelf.
"When Wei Chen first arrived here, he received a letter from General Zhaoli. It should be at this location."
Seeing the location pointed by the county guard, Zhao Rui's pupils suddenly dilated.
It is the core area of the Miao people and is home to three extremely ancient Miao tribes.