As Pan Er talked, there was a gurgling sound in his stomach. He ate two Guokui last night, and now he is really hungry.

At this time, a yamen man in his thirties walked in with two people. The two people looked like they were doing business. They had big smiles and were carrying things in their hands.

"Sir, have you eaten for lunch?" The yamen servant had a loud voice and asked carelessly as soon as he entered the door.

"No, I'm planning to make a fire." Han Xiufeng asked them with a smile as he asked them to sit down, "Uncle Yu, have you eaten? If not, I'll get more rice and we'll eat together later."

"I've eaten it, so don't do it." The yamen servant named Yu looked at Pan Er curiously, then turned around and said: "Si Wazi, you recognize the shopkeeper Qian and Liang Er of Yongtai Dyeing House. They met a little bit."

I want to go to the Yamen to file a lawsuit, but someone asked me to find your Uncle Guan. Your Uncle Guan doesn't know anything about this like me, so I asked you to help me come up with an idea."

Pan Er didn't dare to make a mistake in front of the scholars in the morning, and now he didn't dare to offend the government officials either. He hurriedly opened a stool to greet the two uninvited guests brought by the government officials to sit down, and he also diligently went to get bowls to help pour tea.

"Brothers from the Han family, this is a little thought from us. Didn't you miss lunch? It's just a good time to join in the heat." Shopkeeper Qian of Yongtai Dyeing House opened the oil paper, and the aroma came out. It turned out to be a roast chicken.

Before Han Xiufeng could speak, the yamen servant named Yu summoned Pan Er and said, "You idiot, do you want to pay attention to get some pairs of chopsticks?"

"Oh." Pan Er was so angry that his teeth itched, but he still went to get it honestly.

"And you, didn't you hear Si Wazi say that you didn't eat lunch? One roast chicken isn't enough. Go buy some more food."

"Okay, okay, I'll go right away. Brother Han, Team Leader Yu, please sit down for a moment." Liang Er, who also runs a dye house, calmed down and hurriedly turned around and ran out.

"That's pretty much it." The yamen servant put his thighs up on the bench and urged, "Fourth son, you eat first and rest your belly first."

"Uncle Yu, Shopkeeper Qian, you guys should eat some too. Why am I embarrassed to use my chopsticks if you don't eat?"

"I have indeed eaten. I drank half a catty of wine at noon," the yamen servant burped and said in a tone that left no room for doubt: "Shopkeeper Qian, just tell Si Wazi what kind of lawsuit you want to file."

"Okay, thank you, Team Leader Yu." Shopkeeper Qian took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and carefully spread it in front of Han Xiufeng. Then he held a tea bowl and said through gritted teeth: "Brothers of the Han family, although we have never had any dealings with each other,

But you don’t know what kind of person I am. Whoever has done a good business will go to the Yamen to file a lawsuit. It’s Liu Gong from Taihe Dyeing House who wants to fight us. He found someone to write a lawsuit and went to the Yamen to sue us!"

Han Xiufeng was also hungry. He was busy eating roast chicken. He didn't care about the situation. He motioned for him to continue talking and tore off a chicken leg and handed it to Pan Er who was standing in the corner.

Pan Er was both hungry and greedy. He took the chicken leg and wolfed it down, his eyes filled with gratitude.

"Brothers from the Han family, you don't know how unreasonable Liu Gong's mother-in-law is. She's cheating on us just because she's a widow. Why? There's a rule that dyeing shops can only be opened thirty years apart. I don't know where to find a lawsuit.

Stick, write a complaint, falsely accusing us of 'frauding to steal business and destroy our family's food and clothing'!" Shopkeeper Qian became more and more excited as he spoke, even clenching his fists.

"Then what?"

"Of course we were not convinced. Not to mention Ba County, even Chongqing Prefecture, all walks of life did not have this rule. We also found someone to help write a complaint, and this was it. I asked him to write two copies and handed the other one over.

Already."

Han Xiufeng put down the leftover chicken bones and asked puzzledly: "Shopkeeper Qian, since you have already asked someone to write a complaint and have filed a complaint with the Yamen, why are you still looking for me?"

Shopkeeper Qian said with a gloomy face: "The eldest master didn't say when he would be summoned to court. We didn't know what to do, so we asked someone to find Mr. Guan..."

Han Xiufeng stood up and washed his hands, wiped them with a towel, and then returned to the Eight Immortals table and leaned over to look at the situation. He didn't know what he was doing, and he knew how many points he had in mind.

"Shopkeeper Qian, was Li Jingcheng writing this complaint for you?"

"Brother Han, how did you know?"

"The handwriting has handwriting, and the writing has style. There are only a few people in the city who help write the memorandum. I have copied all the memoranda they wrote. I can tell who wrote the memorandum by looking at the handwriting and the style of writing."

"Shopkeeper Qian, I said you didn't find the wrong person, right?" The yamen servant looked proud, as if he was the one who saw all this.

"Yes, yes, you found the wrong person, the Han brothers have a good eye!"

"Shopkeeper Qian, please stop complimenting me. Not only can I tell who wrote this complaint, but anyone who works in the torture chamber can also tell. This Li Jingcheng is quite courageous. He just writes a complaint for others occasionally. He really does it."

This is like making a living, and I write one letter after another, but I am doing it for money rather than my life."

The imperial court emphasizes "stopping lawsuits and ending disputes." People submit petitions to the Yamen every three days, which shows that the people's customs are not good, so the lord hates those litigators who incite people to start lawsuits just for some money. In some states, when the county magistrate takes office, even

We must first use those lawsuit sticks to establish our authority. It is precisely because of this that Han Xiufeng has been helping people in the yamen for so many years. He only helps people with ideas, but has never helped people write lawsuits.

How could Shopkeeper Qian not understand what Han Xiufeng was saying, but Li Jingcheng's life and death had nothing to do with him? Instead, he asked eagerly: "Brothers of the Han family, do you think we can win this lawsuit?"

"What did Li Jingcheng say?"

"He said he was guaranteed to win."

"Did he also say that he knew the laws of the Qing Dynasty?"

"Say it, but he is really knowledgeable, he can recite it by heart."

"What's the use of knowing the laws of the Qing Dynasty, and what's the use of just playing with these little tricks?" Han Xiufeng pointed at the suit and said with disdain: "It can be seen that he is worried that the elder will sympathize with Liu Gong for being a widow.

, just to incite you to counter-sue others and incite the Liu Gong family to initiate a lawsuit, right?"

This complaint was filed against another person. The reason for this complaint was because Han Xiufeng said that he was worried that the elder would favor Widow Liu. Shopkeeper Qian looked embarrassed, but after thinking about it, he emphasized: "Brothers of the Han family, are we not doing this?"

There are ways. If the widow hadn't been so unreasonable, we wouldn't have taken this step."

"Shopkeeper Qian, I think you came to me not to ask me to help you make decisions, but to find some comfort in me. If I say that this lawsuit can be won, you will feel more at ease, right?"

"No, no, no, brother Han, we don't mean to look down on you, I really want you to help us come up with an idea."

Han Xiufeng pondered for a moment, then raised his head and said, "Shopkeeper Qian, no matter what you think, I can't eat this roast chicken for free, but you may not like to hear what I have to say."

"Just say it!"

"There are rules in every industry. This is not a joke. As far as I know, Ba County's dyeing industry does have rules that can only be opened after thirty shops. What Li Jingcheng told you is the Qing Dynasty Law, but in addition to the Qing Dynasty Law, there are also established rules

Even though I don’t usually go to the Yamen, I still know a little about what the old man has been doing these days after he took office. As soon as he came, he visited the gentry, passed on the experience, and asked about the customs.

.”

Han Xiufeng paused and continued: "As for your lawsuit, the elder accepted the complaint but did not raise it to court, nor did he criticize it. This shows that the elder does not want to judge the matter based on the teacher's heart, but intends to ask the whole story before making a judgment.
Chapter completed!