Chapter 231

Wu Weian asked, "Which one is Qian Experience?"

A slightly fat, small-eyed man walked out: "Sir, it's right here."

Wu Weian nodded: "How many silver taels are there in the government's warehouse?"

Qian Cheng said without hesitation: "My lord, there is a total of one hundred and forty-four two-four articles."

Wu Weian nodded, looking at the well-shaven man in the middle, wearing a scholar hat and a slightly thin man: "Wen Zhaomo? Give me all the files for this month."

Wen Zhaomo and the other two looked at each other, not knowing what medicine the newly appointed Master Wu was selling in the gourd.

But about the case file, before Wu Weian came, he had already sorted everything out, and there would be no clues.

He respectfully went to the photomill next door and brought a stack of files.

Wu Weian sat on the table and turned over one by one.

The three adults below stood drowsy in the hall.

Suddenly, Wu Weian asked coldly, "Where's Xie Bin's dossier?"

Wen Zhaomo subconsciously replied: "The dossier of the eldest young master of the Xie family—" He suddenly became stunned, and immediately regained his clarity, "Sir, the eldest young master of the Xie family has never violated the laws of the court, so naturally there is no dossier."

Wu Weian's face was light: "Really." He looked at Xing Siyu, who was on the side, "Wen Zhaomo said, is it true?"

Xing Siyu and Wen Zhaomo looked at each other, and said in a loud voice, "Yes, my lord, what he said is true."

Wu Weian put the file aside gently, and smiled with a good temper: "Tonight, Patriarch Xie came to me and said he wanted me to help him deal with Xie Bin's file. It seems that the three have already handled it."

The three of you in the hall look at me, and I look at you.

Tonight at the full moon wine of the Xie family, they all knew that the head of the Xie family asked Wu Weian to go to the study.

Seeing Wu Weian asking this question, I think Wu Weian also received a lot of benefits and was in the same boat as them.

Xing Siyu immediately said, "Indeed—"

Wen Zhaomo on the side stepped on him directly and said to Wu Weian, who was sitting in the hall: "Sir, I don't know what the lord said, the eldest young master of the Xie family has always obeyed the law, so how could there be a case file. The lord must have It's a misunderstanding."

Wen Zhao has a flexible mind and has always been the backbone of the three.

He felt that there was something wrong with the battle tonight.

Wu Weian looked at him and sighed.

In Shangjing, it's okay to be pretentious and deal with the adults. In this small Liangzhou city, Wu Weian doesn't want to deal with them like Shangjing.

He got up from his chair, walked to the door, and said to Xue Zhu, who was called to guard the door by him, "Don't slap your face."

Xuezhu nodded with a broom and said very seriously: "Okay."

Wu Weian stepped out and closed the door.

The next moment, there was a big movement inside.

"Ouch! Bold! Ah, how dare you, you, you, a sweeper, hit me! Do you know who I am! Be careful of your dog's life, ah—it hurts— - Stop it now!!"

"Battling a court official, this is a serious crime of beheading!! Ah, sigh..."

"Where is the madman, look at Lao Tzu's fist! Ouch!!!"

"Oh, it hurts, don't hit, don't hit!"

"My lord! My lord! I have something to discuss! Lord Wu!! Help!!!"

In the room, Chubby Qianxun, clutching his butt while Xuezhu beat the other two, fled to the door desperately.

This hairy boy from nowhere can't dodge the broom in his hand, and if he hits on the left, he will hit on the right next time.

He clutched his right buttocks tightly, seeing that his hand was about to touch the door, but the broom came straight from his hall and lifted him up.

Immediately, the roar of a slaughtering pig echoed back in the palace at night.

Xuezhu's broom paused, and he frowned: "Noisy."

Then he took out a clean rag from his arms and stuffed it directly into the man's mouth, and then he didn't forget to hit him hard on the right side.

He has always been serious in his work.

Whether it is sweeping the floor, dyeing cloth, embroidering, sweeping the head, or beating people.

The two people next to them, huddled in the corner, couldn't help shaking their whole bodies.

Wen Zhaomo asked Xing Siyu, "You, can't you beat him?"

Xing Siyu is a martial artist. Although his skills are average, he is more able to see whether it is good or bad when it comes to martial arts. His eyes are full of horror, and he muttered to himself: "This person, this person, It was horrible, it was horrible."

Xuezhu beat them all up and down except their faces, and not a single part was missed.

Moreover, his strength was extremely accurate. After this set, the three of them were not knocked out, but fell to the ground like dead fish, sweating all over, and from time to time their legs twitched.

Xuezhu tugged his messy clothes to level them, looked around the room, and quickly swept up with a broom. When he swept the three of them, he said seriously, "Let's go."

The three of them didn't dare to let out a sigh of relief, they crawled up from the ground despite the pain, and quickly stepped aside.

After Xuezhu finished sweeping the ground, he came out from inside.

He walked to Wu Weian, who was sitting on the steps in front of the main hall, admiring the moon: "Young master, okay, no slap in the face."

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The three knelt in front of Wu Weian, baring their teeth and repenting.

Qian's experience is like collapse, it's just a little bit, if the little servant puts more effort, he probably will be with Gong Zhongtai.

The prison was no different, and he snotted and cried: "Old, adults, the little one is guilty, the little one is greedy, greedy for some money, last month the little one secretly took a sum of 10 taels of silver from the treasury... "