Since ancient times, the act of writing anonymous letters and complaining has been banned by the government. For example, in the Qin Law, there is: "If you submit a book, don't post it, and burn it when you see it."

Even if you see an anonymous letter, don’t even tear it down and burn it immediately.

"Book of Jin·Criminal Law" also says, "There is a punishment that is reduced by submitting books to the public, so the punishment is light." It can be seen that the anonymous reporter was sentenced to abandon the market at this time.

After Cao Wei, although death was no longer discussed, anonymous reporting was prohibited. For example, the Tang Dynasty's comments once stated: "Those who sued anonymous letters and complained about others will travel two thousand miles, and those who received the letters will burn them. If they are to be sent to the lawsuit, they will be in vain for one year..."

Then there are similar provisions in the "Da Ming Law" and "Da Qing Law".

Such regulations were originally intended to block the source of false accusations and to stop the path of cheating.

But in Su Zhao's opinion, this is a compromise and showing weakness due to insufficient supervision.

It is undeniable that the anonymous book's lawsuit is indeed a good way to crack down on corrupt officials in the short term.

Whether it is because of personal grievances or injustice, the person who submits anonymously will provide rich materials, and the rest is verification and punishment...

"But we must cooperate with the assistance of extraordinary power, which is also to prevent false accusations." Su Zhao has considered letting An An sit in the interrogation room of the Censorate, cooperate with the conversation, inquire, and verify the evidence of the crime.

"Isn't An An good at listening to people's thoughts? This is the way to live. If you don't touch it, you will go." Su Zhao thought.

This world has magical powers. He is trying to rectify the administration and eliminate a group of honest and upright talents, not to vent his anger and clean up the bureaucratic class.

Below, Feng Kuang, one of the two Privy Councilors, had a serious expression on his face, his lips twitched, and he wanted to persuade him, but he felt it was inappropriate, so he simply refused to speak.

After the court was dispersed, Su Zhao left Chang Miao alone and gave him the opportunity in person.

Chang Miao bowed and said, "Your Majesty, the Censorate is not in sufficient staff, and I am afraid that it will delay your affairs."

Su Zhao said: "I am alone to help Chang Qing, so as not to let unjust, false and wrong cases happen, and do not be in vain or indulge."

Chang Miao's face paused slightly and bowed, "If this is the case, I should do my best. But this time I will rectify the administration, will there be restrictions on official titles?"

"The top will not be capped." Su Zhao said lightly with a faint expression.

Chang Miao felt a stern in his heart.

Su Zhao said coldly: "Previously, Han Tao, the magistrate of the former Fengle County and Dafeng County, once reported that Su Shou, the son of Zongbo Su Mao, had widely used private land in Fengle County and ran around the countryside. The Censorate will start the investigation from this matter."

Even Chang Miao heard this, his scalp tightened and said to himself, would another six-official boss in the Su court fall?

And this time the attack was the royal family.

But facing Su Zhao's gaze, he bowed and said, "Abide by the orders of the emperor."

After the dynasty, some officials were worried and surrounded by Dazai Jinghongdao. Guo Xu was a little Situ, one of Meng Jichang's officials. He said with a face: "Jing Gong, the dynasty is in turmoil. You should advise the lords. If the treacherous treacherous treacherous treacherous treacherous treacherous treacherous treacherous treacherous treacherous treacherous treacherous treacherous treacherous treacherous treacherous treacherous treacherous treacherous treacherous treacherous treacherous treacherous treacherous treacherous treacherous treacherous treacherous treacherous treacherous treacherous treacherous treacherous treacherous treacherous treacherous

Jing Hongdao glanced at Guo Xu and said loudly: "If you keep your body in order to be upright, why not be afraid of slandering me? All the ministers and lords are not someone you can deceive. You should do it yourself."

Zong Bo Su Mao's face changed and he hurried away.

He has done a lot of things like bullying men and tyrannical women, and embezzling public funds, even...

Thinking of this, my heart is weak.

He still has to clean up his hands on this matter. His youngest son Su Shou is staying in Wenyi now. It’s not possible. It’s too dangerous. He has to hide in Zheng State.

The so-called cunning rabbit has three holes, little is known to be that Zong Bo Su Mao also owns industries in Zheng State.

Today, Wenyi, Su Guo, is destined to be no longer calm.

With the announcement, Yan Chang, the new Wenyi Priest, was appointed as the secretary and servant, and was widely distributed in Wenyi and surrounding prefectures and counties.

Almost caused an uproar.

Some people are skeptical, some are sneering, and some are secretly ruthless.

Wenyi City, the city of Su's country has changed three times in the history of the country.

There are 72 towns, four cities in the east, west, south and north. There has always been a saying that "the east is noble and the west is cheap, the south is rich and the north is poor". The number of foreigners who live in Wenyi and who come to Wenyi to make a living in the surrounding counties is 700,000 to 800,000.

Such a large population is almost equal to the population on the books of the Soviet Union.

But unfortunately, most of them are hiding, hiding in wealthy families as slaves and servants, and some are black households who are not registered in the government.

If Su Zhao's method of watching the image of the sky is more profound, you can see the torrents of luck mixed with white and red above Wenyi City, with black air rolling - but it does not provide any nutrients for the pillar of luck of Su, which gradually manifests as the dragon energy flourishes.

Among them, the Shibafang in the north of the city is a place where the three religions communicate, secret prostitutes, gambling houses, pickpockets, beggars, and gangs in the world are entrenched here.

Those who were fled from the three northern counties, and some of them lost their land in the south, and they were unwilling to hide from the ministers and left their hometowns and left other countries.

For this, even the former Wenyi Priest Han Dai could only turn a blind eye because it was not a public security issue, but a social issue.

Han Dai couldn't... do anything to clean up the "low-end population".

The people who lost their lands in Shanyang, Ningguo and Fengchi around Wenyi were robbed by the nobles and relatives of Su, and the nobles of the country, left their hometowns just to get some food.

In Yongyefang, rows of blue bricks and red tiles are lined up, and in a narrow and long alley, sewage flows across, and occasionally a few dog barking sounds come from a distance.

A black lacquer sign with four big words "Shanjia Lao Store" was blown whirring in the strong wind.

"I don't know how many days it will rain." In the store, oil lamps were lit on the beams and pillars. Although the lights were not very bright, they illuminated the messy layout in the store. Six or seven tables were covered with oil, and there was a broken table leg, supported by stacked blue bricks.

The old shopkeeper in a coarse cloth dress rubbed his big hands, and made a calculation in front of the account book. Occasionally, he picked up the black wine pot next to him and took a sip. The garlic nose, which was originally red, turned redder.

"The head of the company, the second floor T-shaped font size is owed for two months, you can urge me." The old shopkeeper raised his head and said.

"It's so bad." The woman with heavy makeup responded.

On the south side of the second floor, there is a simple decoration and even a slightly dilapidated room with herbal smell.

Under a pair of thin quilts with patches, a young man looked pale and leaned against a pillow. His breath was sluggish, but he was holding a volume of military book called "Wei Zi", written by Wei Xiang, a native of Qi. He read it with a focused expression. He noticed the person coming, put down the book in his hand, and had a warm smile on his face, and said, "Little sister."

The girl in her 2008-year-old dress holds a carp and a porcelain bowl, and boils a black soup in the bowl.

The girl's face was covered with ashes and white, but it was hard to hide the gracefulness between her eyebrows and eyes.

Under the dim lights, Xiu's neck and skin are as fair as jade, and she obviously is not from a poor family.

"Brother, have you been better these days?" the girl asked with her beautiful Junyan eyebrows, scooped a spoonful, and blew her breath.

Chen Jun said: "It's still a bit ineffective and the bloodline is not smooth. Maybe this medicine is wrong?"

"Oh, that doctor Xu is known as the Holy Hand of Xinglin. I don't think it's wrong to see the prescription." Chen Chan's face changed slightly and said in surprise.

"Xinglin Holy Hand? Did he ask someone to brag for him?" Chen Jun smiled and said, not caring too much, saying, "Have you handed the complaint to the yamen?"

"No one answered it. When the disciples of the Koufu Office in the east of the city heard that there were Su Yi's children, they all saw the plague god, and none of them dared to answer it." Chen Chan bit her cherry lips with her teeth and said softly.

Chen Jun sighed and said, "I heard from Han County Zun that Siko and Duke Chen are selfless, it shouldn't be."

However, he did not expect that Chen Chanwei went there several times and did not see Chen Shao at all, but was stopped by the disciple of Sikou Mansion.

The complaint was not submitted to the Chen Shao case at all.

In addition, the Sikou Mansion was dealing with Yuan Bin's remaining party at that time, and all the talented people were transferred to the trial of Yuan Ni's case, and no one paid attention to the dispute between land and houses.

Chen Jun suppressed his doubts and said, "Please bring the pen and ink paper, I'll write a prescription, and you go and grab some medicine."

"Brother, we have used up all our money." Chen Chan took out a purse from her arms, which was already empty.

They came from the Shen family in Lanxi, Dafeng County, and lived in Shenjia Village for generations. The Shen family was a prominent family and hundreds of hectares of paddy fields were forcibly seized by Su Shou, the nephew of Zong Bo Su Mao, and were threatened by Su Shou, the county's subordinates and local gangs.

The Shen brothers and sisters received the instructions of the county magistrate of Dafeng and traveled thousands of miles to Wenyi to file a complaint.

Chen Jun said: "It's all my fault for my brother. He's so crazy and he's still sick."

He was originally an acquired martial artist, and he shouldn't have been so weak, but on the way to Wenyi with his sister, the people in the world bought by Su Shou were repeatedly surrounded and killed. Finally, he arrived in Wenyi, but he felt relieved and fell ill.

On the second floor of the inn, with the stairs making several overwhelming "creaking" sounds, the woman at the waist of the bucket slammed the door of the two, holding peanuts in her hand, and yelled while peeling them, "How long has the rent been delayed last month? It's time to pay it."
Chapter completed!