Zhu Yuanzhang can see my dreams

Chapter 149 Chapter 149 Godfather is above

Deng Laifa, the official of the household, saw Wang Buli coming, and walked out quickly, saying why the fourth master was free to wander around, come in and sit down.

"The house is stuffy. Deng Dianli will follow me outside for a walk."

"it is good."

Deng Laifa had a smile on his face.

Nowadays, the most popular person in the entire county government must be Wang Buli. He is the emperor's son-in-law. To put it bluntly, it is okay for him not to take Wu Wei as the county magistrate in his eyes.

But Wang Buli still respected the county magistrate.

"Brother Deng came early. He will be a pawnbroker for another nine years, right?"

"Not bad." Deng Laifa didn't know why Wang Buli came to see him, so he just followed his topic and continued:

"It's been almost ten years, and it's finally over. Unlike Fourth Master, you are not as capable, young and promising as you are, and you have become His Majesty's son-in-law. Many people's eyes are red with envy!"

"Brother Deng is my senior, and he always mentions me a lot."

The two of them didn't have much handover, but they both worked and reported under the magistrate. When waiting on weekdays, they would inevitably spend time bragging together.

It can be said that there are no major conflicts among the six officials.

Everyone is lucky enough to be able to eat at the bottom of the emperor's diet and live in fear, and the emperor is so crackdown on corruption.

For example, Deng Laifa served several county magistrates, and almost none of them were promoted at the end of his term. The worst case was that he was stripped of day lilies and stood outside the county government office.

"It's out of the question." Deng Laifa waved his hands repeatedly and said, "If you didn't have the brains yourself to hang out at the emperor's feet, it would be useless for anyone to give you advice."

Wang Buli was not being pretentious, he just said softly:

"Brother Deng, you know that I have just taken over Dianshi. I have to know many things. Tian Liugen is my prisoner and always complains to me."

Deng Laifa clenched his fingers slightly and then immediately released them, still with a smile on his face:

"Fourth Master, if you have something to say, it would be better for the two of us to be happy."

"I won't pursue things in the past. It's not easy for everyone. But in the future, I won't be able to get past the reason why the clerk in the household made corrections."

After hearing this, Deng Laifa took a deep breath:

"Fourth Master, is there really no need to discuss it?

The scribes under me have been relying on this little income all year round. My year is coming soon, so it doesn’t matter if I just leave. "

"As long as someone catches this illegal way of making money, with the emperor's temper, no one can escape."

Wang Buli stood in the shade of the yard, looking at the small fry swimming in the large water tank:

"Brother Deng, I'm not here to cut off everyone's financial resources for my own political achievements. I just want to get some subsidies in a more reasonable way to help everyone live."

"I believe what the fourth master said, but I'm afraid that the scribes under my command won't be able to turn around."

"If you can't turn around, you have to turn around. When the time comes, whoever dares to be short-sighted will be kicked out."

Deng Laifa understood the meaning of Wang Buli's words, and there was no need to discuss this matter.

Wang Buli looked at Youyu and said, "The year is coming, and it's time for promotion. I can help you work harder.

Don't let this little thing ruin your future at this time. "

Hearing this, Deng Laifa even wanted to shout "adopted father" and be worshiped by the child!

Deng Laifa stopped his excitement and kept saying thanks.

"After all, it's Jiangning County's county government that went out. I'm going to visit the Minister of Justice in a moment, and I'll send you over. It's much better than being a petty official all my life."

The Xingfang Yamen is a third-rank yamen, several ranks higher than the sixth-rank yamen.

Wang Buli's words almost made Deng Laifa explode.

Nine years have passed, and Deng Laifa's biggest improvement is that he can serve as a fifth-grade yamen official and a junior official. He can go to Guanglu Temple, Taiyuan Hospital, Qintianjian, Shanglinyuan, Anchasi, Yingtianfu and so on.

And there is no one in the court, and you don’t have any hard background, so just wait.

It doesn’t necessarily take several years before it’s your turn.

Now that Wang Buli's words have paved the way for him, we don't have to worry about the officials who can't get to the fifth-grade Yamen, and rush directly to the third-grade Yamen.

This kind of opportunity is not available to everyone.

Deng Laifa's face glowed red. If this relationship works out, from now on, we will listen to whatever Wang Buli says.

"Fourth Master, I, I don't know what to say."

Wang Buli waved his hand: "No need to say more, just go back and comfort me in the room."

"Then, what candidates does Fourth Master have for the new position of Housekeeper?"

"No, just make your own arrangements."

Wang Buli was not watching the fish in the water, but smiled and said:

"I made a rule in the execution room that each room should not interfere in the affairs of other rooms.

Besides, the scribes in my torture chamber all studied Ming law. I'm afraid they won't be able to do the statistical work of your household. "

Things in the household room are much more complicated than in the execution room.

The main accusation is to clean up household registration and count the number of people in each household, the number of men over the age of sixteen (the legal age for corvee service), the names and numbers of heads in each village, and the number of heads in cities.

There are also the numbers of all categories in the county, including civilians, soldiers, craftsmen, doctors, monks, and Taoists.

The area of ​​land that can be cultivated in the county, and whether it is public land or private land, must be marked, and the annual output of cotton and silk and the number of mulberry trees used for sericulture should be counted.

Finally determine the amount of tax levied, indicating the amount of taxable grain, the category and amount of commercial taxes that should be paid in the county in summer and autumn.

Statistics of the county's grain storage, warehoused gold, silver, copper, silk, cotton, wood storage and storage date.

Accurately know the amount of grain, silver ingots and banknotes that the county needs to provide to civil and military officials, subordinate staff, the army and the royal palace every year.

It can be said that among the six houses of the county government, the household house has the most work and the largest number of people.

If Zhu Yuanzhang wants more tax revenue, he must pay attention to the Ministry of Household Affairs.

That is to say, during the Hongwu period, there were so many people committing crimes that the execution room would be even busier.

Although it is not as important as a household house, it will still be valued by the county magistrate.

Because the criminal chamber was not in charge of trying cases, Wang Buli took the initiative to develop skills just to prove his worth.

The main responsibility of the torture chamber is to provide the number, detention location, crime categories and specific crimes of local detainees and sentenced prisoners.

Various lists must also be provided to the superior government offices.

There are five types of punishments, such as the death penalty, exile, battle, flogging, and imprisonment (which means depriving the prisoner of his freedom and forcing him to work).

List of suspects, those fined, retired officials residing in the local area, and executed prisoners and their families.

All family information of hard labor and exiled prisoners, and prisoners released after serving their sentences.

Once a similar case occurs again, they will be included as suspects when there are no clues.

After all, some people are repeat offenders!

Wang Buli watched Deng Lai, the household official, leave with a glowing face, and then took the written documents and went home to rest.

At this point, even if you go to the office of the Ministry of Justice, they may not have time to receive you.

Wang Buli planned not to come to the county office to check in early tomorrow morning, but to go straight to the Criminal Department.

Anyway, now that he is a Dianshi, he can go out to the field every day and does not need to go to the back office to sign in. He has much more freedom than before.

Wang Buli didn't know the worries and expectations of Zhu Yuanzhang and his son, and they also didn't know the worries and expectations deep in Wang Buli's heart.

The current situation is that both parties are in an inexplicable balance stage. No one dares to do anything rash and inappropriate, and they are all working hard to increase the chips in their hands.

The Ministry of Justice and the Dali Temple were both institutions that used judicial means to safeguard the state power of the Ming Dynasty. The Metropolitan Procuratorate (specialized in impeaching officials), which was responsible for supervision, also had judicial functions.

These three institutions were collectively known as the Sanfa Division in the Ming Dynasty.

But now Dali Temple has not been established by Lao Zhu, and the Metropolitan Procuratorate has not been renamed from Yushitai by Lao Zhu.

Wang Buli arrived at the palace gate, and this time the guard was Lan Yu.

"I heard that you saved He Wenhui?"

Lan Yu returned the waist card to Wang Buli and asked him to have a chat.

Wang Buli and his two men hid in the city gate hole to enjoy the cool air and said:

"To correct you, it was my father who saved him, and I mainly helped him.

In terms of medical skills, I can't even match a finger of my father's. "

While talking, Wang Buli also waved to the guards. After all, they were able to eat a mouthful of ice cubes in the summer, but it was all thanks to the new prince-in-law.

Even if everyone can't remember Wang Buli's face, they still remember his name.

Not to mention that Ping An has recently been promoting the excellent medical skills of Wang Buli and his son, who even cured diseases that even the imperial doctors said were incurable.

He Wenhui is His Majesty's adopted son, and everyone knows that he fell ill in the north.

Wang Buli's father immediately trampled under his feet the imperial physician in the palace, which made him famous.

At this time, everyone still recognized the brand of the imperial doctor, and it was not as scary as the imperial doctor who cured the emperor later.

The most important thing is that these soldiers are more receptive to Divine Doctor Wang's medical skills.

Among these men fighting on the battlefield, only a few have never been stabbed.

Isn't it just a matter of cutting open the stomach, removing the bad flesh inside, and then sealing the stomach again, and the disease will be cured?

But having said that, they had a hole in their stomach before, but no military doctor had ever sewed it up for them. They always used cloth to wrap the wound.

Lan Yu nodded. He didn't think Wang Buli had any superb medical skills.

As rough as he was, if He Wenhui hadn't been afraid of death, others wouldn't have dared to let the doctor disembowel him.

"If I get this disease next time, can your father perform an operation?"

Lan Yu made a gesture on her belly.

Wang Buli looked at him as if he was mentally ill: "Are you sick?"

"Did you see it?" Lan Yu stretched out her arm and said, "No, please feel my pulse."

"I said you were mentally ill."

"what?"

The soldiers around him said in shock: "Is it possible that Lan Qianshi has to have his brain cut open to see a doctor?"

"A metaphor, I'm just making a metaphor." Wang Buli said quickly:

"No one expects to get sick. Only people with abnormal brains would think this way. I think Lan Qian should have his brain checked. He is so brave and invincible on the battlefield. Why is he such a fool on weekdays?"

"Hahaha."

Wang Buli's hurtful words were understood by everyone.

Lan Yu was usually a face-conscious person, so he understood what Wang Bulihua meant.

After all, he was the one who had just pulled an incurable patient out of hell.

When others look at him, their eyes are also wearing filters.

If Wang Buli had no foundation in medical treatment, how could he say that his father could cure it?

Therefore, Lan Yucai believed that Wang Buli could treat patients, but at most he was not as skilled as his father.

Then you came up and joked with me, right?

Lan Yu glared at Wang Buli fiercely. Wang Buli put away his badge and snorted:

"If you feel really uncomfortable in your head someday, ask me to take a look at it again."

Lan Yu looked at Wang Buli, squinted her eyes and snorted: