Zheng Lang thought of what happened some time ago, a salt dealer.

Apart from this, there is no reason.

He came to court and sued the prisoners one by one.

The ingredients are a bit complicated. The main salt dealers who led Han Jiang and Lu Gongbi to arrest were from various states. The salt dealers were all people who dared to hold their heads on their belts. They used to be all local gangsters. There were such people everywhere.

After all, there are a few people who dare to sell salt on a large scale. The country has strict laws and beheaded at every turn.

One by one, the salt dealers were honest and confessed everything they had done before, including their property.

The confession was recorded, which was similar to the confession that was interrogated before, so I mentioned it again, including the ping households, several large pavilions, and several small pavilions. The small pavilions did not have this ability, and they could be helpless or accustomed to the flames and were used by the ping households as lackeys.

However, these pavilions are not from Hangzhou, and most of them are from Mingyan Prefectures. The case has not been closed. Once the case is closed, the verdict will be issued to restore the state.

The review was still similar to the original confession.

The officials involved were interviewed next, not regular officials, but minor officials who were recruited by the service, and they also came from various wealthy families. Some were in charge of officials in one prefecture and two counties in Hangzhou, while others served as officials in the Salt Supervision Bureau. In name, the Salt Supervision Bureau was still under the jurisdiction of the Hangzhou government, but the power to obtain salt tea, wine and alum was the head of the Yangzhou Fuel Affairs Bureau.

It was these little officials who made Zheng Lang feel headache.

During the conference, many people asked and asked for love. Zheng Lang asked back, "If the matter is broken, can he let these minor officials go?"

The pleading person is speechless.

Zheng Lang said again, "I will not give a verdict to be lighter, nor will I deliberately give a verdict to be severe, nor will I implicate it. When people come in, don't catch it, it's useless. I just let them go and prepare a record. Once the Yanchen impeaches, he will be sentenced to a heavy sentence, and I won't even think about protecting my black hat.

This is the economic lifeline of the country. One salt and one wine brings how much profit it will bring to the court in a year? There is, but it is impossible not to deal with it once it is revealed. Unless you are a royal relative.

But I said something without any involvement. I just savored it. I found out here and would not look down carefully.

In fact, Zheng Lang really wanted to say something, "I won't investigate the plan. In the past, I won't ask you, so you can smuggle salt or smuggle at sea. Make wine privately and confiscate stocks. But when I said that, Isn't the money and land not yet taken out yet? At most, let them keep a secret.

Some of the people involved were helpless.

The facts Zheng Lang has never reviewed. All the files were asked by Han Jiang and Lu Gongbi.

I asked again, but nothing was asked.

It seems that there is no problem. From the pavilion households to the salt dealers, to the sheltered officials, a complete salt dealing procedure has been formed. But this is wrong. The number is a bit large this time, and there are three salt ships alone. Ordinary salt dealers are not so bold. There are still people on it.

And it is impossible to exist. The salt trafficking in Qianting area is very serious, and the two Zhejiang areas are not good either, and the Grand Canal is tightly checked. You can smuggle from the sea. Once you walk by the sea, there is no way to check it. Most of these salt dealers know each other. If you don’t ask, you will ask many accomplices if you want to ask.

But why didn't I ask anything?

Zheng Lang had to act as a punishment, and it was useless to act as a punishment. After all, he read Confucian books and did not like torture. After thinking about it, he said to the yamen runners: "Separate these people and close them for a night."

Separate them one by one, and don’t let them confess in serial terms. They will be scared and coaxed tomorrow to see if there are any clues.

Fu Bi came over after hearing the news, and he didn't want to make a mistake at this time. Everything was waiting for the news a few months later. If it were as Zheng Lang said, it was not the annual income of Hangzhou, but it was related to the economic operation of the entire country, and it might even be that thousands of households would no longer be poor and hungry. It was really hard to say all kinds of benefits.

He asked: "Master Zheng, what can I ask?"

Zheng Lang almost did nothing for the news a few months later. Even if he did something, he was doing good governance. There was no other reason except this case. Zheng Lang could think of it, and Fu Bi could think of it.

Zheng Lang shook his head.

"This ** man is so brave."

"I'm afraid it's not just a bold one, it's a big deal."

Then he asked the artist, but he didn't ask anything. But in order to prevent it, Zheng Lang continued to lock him in a cell. Then when he returned home, Cui Xian was crying. It was her own flesh and blood, so how could he not worry?

The wet nurse knelt at the door, Zheng Lang helped her up and said, "You get up, it has nothing to do with you."

Sier said weakly: "I'm wrong."

"What's wrong? If you have a problem, you don't think of a solution. It's not about who is right or wrong. Like the victims of that year, it's a big deal. The big deal is the country, the small deal is the family matter. "Sit down and look at the Hangzhou map on the wall and ponder.

Suddenly he called Wang Yuan in and whispered a few instructions to him. Wang Yuan went out.

Choi Xian listened by the side and her eyes lit up.

But Zheng Lang was thinking, who is this? If a real big player can buy through various means, it is a open and open grabbing money without taking the risk of beheading. Moreover, if he kidnapped his daughter, it would be a big deal.

This is a bad example. If an official has no wife and children, even the Sheng family in Shengdu, Yuhang may not have the courage.

It's not necessary to do it either.

The whole family did not sleep well overnight. As soon as the sky was dawn, Lu Gongbi sent a letter to the yamen runners. The contents of the letter were very simple. It was reported to the prefect of Hangzhou, the magistrate of Qiantang, and the little lady of Zheng who was detained by the grass people. The grass people dared to use it for eight people. At noon, they would be at Sugang, Changguo, and the deadline would not come. You should regret it. Then there was the list of eight people, and there were no pavilions. There were two private salt dealers in Hangzhou, and the other six were all small officials.

But the key is time.

Changguo was later Zhoushan, and Sugang was a small town developed on Jintang Island, the larger west of the Changguo Islands.

It is the end of the moon and the tide of Qiantang River begins. If you want to arrive at Sugang at noon, you must take people on the boat now and follow the tide eastward, otherwise it will be too late.

It is not necessarily that all of these eight people know the news, but they want to interrogate the trial themselves and don’t have time unless they try to stop their daughter.

The location is good, the Qiantang River has changed a lot, while the Zhoushan Islands have not changed much. This area once became the base camp of Japanese pirates during the Ming Dynasty. As long as people are replaced, they can escape quickly.

This person is a local, and the tide must be familiar with it and the terrain will be familiar with it. Otherwise, how can you smuggle private salt?

"Let's go," Zheng Lang said after seeing the letter.

When he arrived at Qiantang County, he looked at Lu Gongbi inquiringly. Lu Gongbi nodded. Zheng Lang calmed down and asked, "Where did this letter come from?"

"It was discovered by the yamen runners this morning." Lu Gongbi replied. He was also very annoyed. This man was really lawless.

Zheng Lang didn't say much, and did not stuff it into the county yard. Could it be stuffed into his own door? If this matter is not possible, how could the family not be on guard? He ordered the yamen runners to bring the eight people on the list and take them on the boat.

It was just when the tide was low, Zheng Lang led the prisoner onto the boat with the yamen runners and ordered the boat to be opened.

It was the first time I had been in Hangzhou for so long that I took a boat in the Qiantang River. The more I went east, the bigger the Qiantang River estuary, and the two sides gradually became a faint straight line, with a vast water color. Zheng Lang had no intention of watching it, and sat on the boat thinking about the subsequent impact of the case.

No matter how he thought about it, he was very angry. He even felt that the mastermind had also attended the conference. He said that he would not deliberately implicate it, so why did he have to make a big deal?

Gradually, the boat arrived at Haikou quickly.

You can see the blue sea. This is the first time you see the sea when you came to the Song Dynasty. But the yamen runners on the boat held the weapons in their hands one by one. When they arrived here, they really didn't care. Although the court set up a county on the island and also set up a salt supervisor, their jurisdiction was very limited.

Zheng Lang said: "Everyone, don't worry. This person is from our prefecture. He is afraid that I will receive a confession, so he intimidates me to hand over the criminals to them. Even if there are people, there will be no more."

Unless he wants to make a rebellion.

All that can be used is just some confidants, as well as some lifeless salt dealers. Salt dealers also need confidants, otherwise things will be leaked sooner or later, and they will not be able to get more if they think about it. Zheng Lang told the reason, and everyone was determined to be at peace.

At noon, he arrived at Sugang on time, but Zheng Lang did not stop the ship. He was the prefect of Hangzhou, and this was the boundary of Mingzhou. If he did not dock, it would not be considered crossing the border. It was hard to explain it clearly on the sea. It was also a way to cover the bell, but it could block the censor's mouth. In order to make the other party confirm, Zheng Lang took out a flag embroidered by Jiang Xing'er and Si'er overnight last night, with two big characters on it, one Hang and the other Zheng. He asked the yamen runners to raise it to the mast, then lower the anchor, and wait for the other party to appear.

Zheng Lang looked up the shore again, and there were also some boats parked on the shore, most of which were fishing boats, and a few were merchant ships. Some fishermen looked at them curiously. Then there was the island shore. This section of the island happened to form a small inner arc and another obvious steep slope, so the people were transformed into a small port. There were about 200 households on it, which was Sugang Town.

There is a tea shed near the port and a small wine shop where some diners and tea drinkers sit, but not many. In the distance are large green mountains, covered with trees.

Yang Jiujin asked worriedly: "Dalang, will they come?"

"I will definitely come, but I saw it. In order to reassure them, the ship I picked up was not fast."

After a while, Yang Jiujin asked worriedly again: "If you release the person... will the court pursue the matter?"

As a humble guest of the Zheng family, this is a very normal mentality. He is worried about something wrong with his little wife and his master's future.

"They all have household registrations and have family members in Hangzhou, what are they worried about?" Zheng Lang said lightly. After saying that, he ordered the yamen runners to have lunch, and ate it on grass with dry food and pickles. Suddenly, a small boat came from a distance, and the fisherman on the boat shook the boat over and asked, "Are you officials in Hangzhou?"

"Something is exactly."

"Someone asked me to bring a letter to you and let you go to Qingyu Reef."

“Where is the person who brings the letter?”

“On the sea.”

"How old?"

"It's two, in their forties," the fisherman replied carefully. He got a few taels of silver with the letter, but judging by his attitude, it may not be a good thing.

However, Zheng Lang let him go and said, "Thank you, thank you."

After asking the direction of Qingyu Reef, I drove the boat over and went south for more than a mile. The further I went south, the more islands there would be, and the more complex the terrain would be. The channel gradually became narrower. In addition to the large islands, there were some stone reefs, some floating on the water surface, and some lurking at the bottom of the water. The latter was the most terrifying. Once it hit, the ships would be stranded. Therefore, most of the near-shore ships in the Song Dynasty were small square-headed fishing boats, but according to the needs of the owner, there were different models, some were fast and some were slow.

The Qingyu Reef arrived. A small fish-shaped reef floated on the sea like a green fish. It was not large in area. It was less than half a hectare and was surrounded by bare stones. Only some sparse trees grew in the center. However, some ships were still there, mostly fishermen who went out to sea to make a living.

Not knowing where the other party was, Zheng Lang stood at the bow of the boat and suddenly two big men came in a small boat. He shouted at them: "Is Prefect Zheng here?"

"I'm here."

"Please come with me," said the two big men, and continued to sail to the south.

The daughter was in the hands of the other party. Zheng Lang had no choice but to command the boat to follow the boat.

The sky gradually darkened and I spent several hours. If it weren't for bringing a yamen runner who was familiar with this area, Zheng Lang wouldn't know where to take them. But the other party's intention was very simple, and he sent two strangers. This was not difficult. He found two people from Mingzhou or Yuezhou, or even from Xiuzhou on the other side. How could he check it out?

After walking for so long, I saw if I had brought other boats here. Second, I waited for the darkness to escape.

I'm still very careful.

Finally arrived at the place.

The boat finally stopped in front of a pointed and long fishing boat, and the boat was not big. However, this slender and long ship shape, as well as the exquisite main and secondary sails with two masts, was enough to make it twice as fast as Zheng Lang's ship. However, the people on the boat were very strange, with only a dozen people, all wearing Luoluo, which is a nice saying, that is, Luo Yanzi, the veil worn by the ladies of the Tang Dynasty or the Tang Dynasty, when they went out, had thick and thin, and it made these dozen people change it, just like a mask.

Zheng Lang was not in a hurry. He watched the two of them ride the boat and whisper a few words to one of the masked men. The two of them came over again and said to Zheng Lang: "Prince Zheng, where are the people we want?"

"Where is my daughter?"

Zheng Lang's voice was loud, and the people on the fishing boat opposite also heard it. One of them whispered a few times to the people around him. The two went down and carried Zheng Ping out later. The child was young, only a little over two weeks. When he saw Zheng Lang crying, he shouted loudly: "Dad."
To be continued...