"My eldest brother was yesterday?" Liangchen couldn't understand what his stuffy gourd-like big brother could provoke the county to be angry.

"Yesterday? Stupid. Lao Zhang didn't say much to Liangchen, and asked him whether he would protect it or not.

"I'll keep it."

Liangchen gritted his teeth, no matter what the situation of the eldest brother is, he has to get his father out first.

Lao Zhang nodded and motioned to Liangchen: "You come with me." ”

After entering the county government with Lao Zhang from the second gate, Lao Zhang took Liangchen to the public room of the torture room, one of the six rooms.

The six rooms are divided into two rows, and the first three rows are the three rooms of officials, households, and ceremonies; The last three rows are the three rooms of soldiers, criminals, and workers.

The six rooms correspond to the six departments of the imperial court, and the ministries in charge are roughly the same, except that the officials in charge of the six rooms are appointed by the counties, and these people are called scribes or scribes.

For example, the workshop is responsible for repairing bridges and paving roads in Suning County, water information flood control, and river dredging of river channels. Naturally, the torture room is responsible for arresting fugitives, investigating murders, and being responsible for the security of a county.

The clerk of the torture room is an old man surnamed Zhao, this old man is very old in the sixth room, and he has served as the scribe of the torture room since the seventh year of Wanli. ”

In the words of later generations, Zhao Shuzhi was the director of the public security bureau of Suning County, and he had great power.

Wu Xiuzhi's eldest brother Wu Dezheng is a scribe in the workshop, and in later generations, he is the director of the transportation bureau, and he has a lot of oil and water.

When Liangchen was brought into the execution room by the official surnamed Zhang, Zhao Shuzhi was holding a reading glasses and reading documents.

Reading glasses are no strangers, and even glasses he has seen, because the Ming Dynasty now has these things, but there are fewer and they are very expensive.

"You are Wei Jinde's son Wei Liangchen?" Zhao Shuzhi put down his reading glasses, squinted his eyes and looked at the good minister, looking at his age, he was at least sixty.

Liangchen said "um", this old man is just a scribe, although he is not a showman, but he is also a Confucian boy who has passed the county exam, and he is not too respectful to him.

"I heard that you went to the Taifu Temple Horse Factory to steal horses and ride a while ago, and you broke your leg by asking someone, and now, the injury is healed?"

After Old Man Zhao finished speaking, he looked at Liangchen's leg with a smile on his face. As the head of a county's torture chamber, he didn't know anything in the county. Besides, this Wei Liangchen was on the blacklist of their torture room early on, if it weren't for the fact that those scoundrel boys had not committed any major crimes, they would have been arrested and "taught a lesson".

Liangchen didn't know that the "director" of the people had long known about his existence, but he didn't slap people in the face, and he didn't expose his shortcomings when he scolded people, he felt that this Director Zhao was not authentic, he was old, as for looking at the jokes of the young people.

Well, who doesn't have a young age.

Of course, Liangchen didn't dare to choke this old man, he was under the roof, and he begged someone to do something, how could he not bow his head. He smirked.

Scribe Zhao laughed: "Come here, sign here, press a handprint, and then go to the house to hand over the money, and you can take your father away." ”

Zhao Shuzhi knew that Wei Liangchen was a Confucian boy and literate, so he directly asked him to come over and sign and press the seal.

After doing so honestly, when he went to pay the money, Liangchen asked Zhao Shuzhi how his eldest brother had offended the county and refused to let him out.

"Your eldest brother is honest, sometimes honest people are easy to get into trouble... It's not that the old man has to embarrass him, it's just that the county has spoken, and he won't be locked up for a few days, and the old man is not easy to explain to the county honor. ”

After speaking, Zhao Shuren waved his hand, not wanting to talk more about it to Liangchen, so he only asked him to take his father back first, and wait for the county to extinguish the fire in a few days, and then come to protect his eldest brother.

Liangchen had no choice but to go to the house to pay the insurance money, but it was not much, twenty copper coins, after three months, no one committed any crime, and the money could be returned with the insurance slip.

The official surnamed Zhang took the good minister to the prison. It is said that it is a big prison, but it is not big, with a total of more than a dozen cells, and it is not a dungeon, but a courtyard built in the back hall of the county government, which is built with bricks. The courtyard wall is a little higher than the average courtyard, and the door to the room is not a wooden plank, but an iron railing.

Generally, felons are not locked up in the county, but are handed over to the government, and those who are registered in the criminal department are even detained to the inspection department, waiting for the autumn queen to be beheaded.

Most of the prisoners in the county are petty criminals, and petty theft is the most common. This kind of criminal does not need to make the prison impregnable or something, and he cannot commit it.

Moreover, there has been an unwritten rule in officialdom since ancient times, that is, not to repair the yamen. The yamen is not overhauled, so naturally it will not come to get any cells.

The cell keeper read the security slip issued by the torture cell, and did not make things difficult for the good ministers, and let his jailers go in and withdraw the people from their careers.

This is also a reasonable thing, and the local people are not guilty of much of a crime, and there is no need for the cell boss to blackmail money from his family.

Most of the ways they get money are those outsiders, who are not familiar with the place of life, and they come in when they commit crimes, and they don't know anything about it, and if they want to live better in prison, they naturally have to be at the mercy of the jailers.

Carry a message, write a letter home, how can you honor these jailers for some benefits, so that you can live in prison, otherwise, you will have nothing to teach you every day, who can eat.

Of course, if you encounter the kind of old fritters that have been in and out of the local area repeatedly, the cell bosses still have to "beat" it. The reason is that this kind of old fritter often makes trouble, has a little money in his hand, and has accomplices outside. If you don't knock them, who will knock them?

In addition to this kind of old fritter, there is another kind of person, and the cell bosses also have to be beaten. This kind of person is stunned, doesn't understand anything, doesn't obey, and after coming in, he is talking nonsense, and if he doesn't teach them, he will be messed up in prison. This kind of person also belongs to the type of self-seeking hardship.

No matter what you are outside, you have entered other people's territory, and you are under the control of others, and you still want to be the boss, isn't this not taking the cell boss in your eyes?

In short, a small cell, a lot of learning.

When the cell boss asked people to pick up people, Liangchen's father and eldest brother were locked up together, and when he heard that the jailer let him out, saying that someone had come to protect him, Wei Jinde was stunned and refused to go out, saying that he wanted the father and son to go out together.

"You can only go, your son has to stay and be locked up for a few more days, who let him offend the county respect." The jailer laughed, and couldn't help but say that he stepped forward to set up Wei Jinde and dragged him out.

Wei Jinde had no choice but to ask Liangqing to be more patient, and when he went out, he asked the villager and Li Zheng to protect him. Liangqing squatted in the corner, reluctant to let his father leave, but he didn't dare to get up and rush out, so he only responded in a muffled voice.

Before leaving, Wei Jinde was not at ease, and begged several other people in the prison: "A few heroes, my eldest son is not sensible, don't take anything to heart, the little old man will buy wine and meat and send it when he turns around." ”

"If you have wine and meat, it's easy to say, no, huh, you know." A fierce-looking young man leaned against the corner and laughed. Several other prisoners also looked at Liangqing with ill will.

When the jailer saw it, he knew what was going on, but he ignored it, and pushed Wei Jinde with a chuckle and told him to get out quickly.

"Yes, definitely!"

Wei Jinde nodded again and again, took a step back and looked back, making the jailer so impatient.