Zhang Ping took the booklet, and Liu Zhubu said again: "The official book did not find a list that specifically included the names of boys. After searching for the county annals of previous years, he did not look for it. Fortunately, he suddenly remembered that the sacrificial books should be recorded in previous years, so he went to check the relevant documents of the sacrificial documents. Sure enough, there were records. The official quickly asked someone to copy it out and asked the adults to check it out. Do you want someone to check it again?"

Zhang Ping flipped through the booklet and recorded the only year, name and age of the boy, and thanked Zhuzhu Liu, and said, "There is another matter that Mr. Liu can find out the names, names, residences, and records of these boys in the list?"

Liu Zhubu immediately said: "For many boys in the past years, they were selected from Cishou Village. Compared with the household registration book, they should be able to find it quickly. It was because the officials were negligent and could not record it together. The officials will go and do it now." He took the booklet and took a step or two, then turned around and bowed to Zhang Ping and said, "Please forgive me, but the officials forgot to report it. Lord Xie asked the officials to report it to the craftsmen list when the Cishou Temple was built on the top of Shounian Mountain. Lord Xie was searching. If there was any result, submit it immediately."

Zhang Ping nodded. There was too much accumulation of things at the moment. He was about to ask Xie Fu for this matter. Xie Fu had already investigated it first, and he was really grateful.

"Please tell Lord Xie and check the original name of the owner of the house where the sarcophagus was dug out."

Liu Zhuan took the order to leave, and several constables standing beside him came forward and said to the leader: "I have not reported to you before, so I will take the man back and be imprisoned alone."

The prefect was furious in the hall, but did not directly order the release of the person. They still had to bite the bullet and ask Zhang Ping for instructions.

Zhang Ping said: "Take me over."

Several constables were stunned. Lord Zhang was about to question the man with anger against the thunder of the prefect?

What a man!

The leading constable clasped his fists: "Hey, please, sir!"

After Zhang Ping left, Lan Jue also got up and went back to the hall to rest. As soon as he reached the corner of the corridor, he saw Wang Yan standing beside the pillar and smiling at him: "Pengzhi, are you free now? If you have something to ask for help."

Lan Jue also smiled and said, "I dare not be the name of Lord Wang. I am honored to serve Lord Wang, but I am just by orders."

Wang Yanheran: "Actually, I just want to invite you to enjoy the mountain scenery. By the way, there is an old object for you to take a look."

Lan Jue said: "Mr. Wang is not talking about the beauty under the tree. Lan is timid and has never tasted the knowledge of such beauties."

Wang Yan was serious: "That beauty has been returned to Lao Feng, how can others covet it? It's really just an object. You know that I have never been good at antiques, and I can't see any year or something. There is work and labor."

Lan Jue said: "I should obey my orders. But as far as I know, I can't even count as a superficial one. I often misunderstand my mind, afraid of being entrusted with my entrustedness."

Wang Yan said: "Peizhi, don't be humble. Just help me see it. I'll treat you to a drink on the way. Good wine."

Lan Jue smiled and said, "If you eat too much wine, you will be afraid of dizziness, so you will have a full meal first."

Wang Yan laughed: "Of course!"

Lan Jue asked the servant to take the casual clothes and change them, and left the county government with Wang Yan. Zhang Ping had also arrived at the county government prison room.

The prison room is in the corner of the small courtyard where the punishment room is located. It is the place where the prisoners who have just been arrested or brought back or are brought to trial are temporarily detained. The large ridge house is divided into small rooms, with no windows, and there is only a row of air holes near the eaves. Stones are pasted on the wall and iron is wrapped on the door panel.

The slaughter head was waiting at the door, and bowed to Zhang Ping with the guards and ordered people to take the key to unlock the lock. The inside was very cool, and stone pieces were pasted on the inner walls. Zhang Ping stepped into the threshold, and the slaughter head quickly lit up all the candles in the hall. The slaughter head told Zhang Ping that he would bring back the man in the small prison room in the middle, and there was a small hall dedicated to interrogation at the end. There was only one prisoner here. Whether to be tried in the hall or in the hall, it all depends on Zhang Ping's meaning.

Zhang Ping said: "Open the door of the prison room first."

The yamen runner guarding in front of the prison door immediately opened the door. In the dim light, the man sitting on the ground slowly stood up.

"Oh, this is the official master. I wonder if the master, what crime did the Caomin commit? Walking on the street in the sky and in the morning, he was followed by the yamen's servant and then captured here?"

Zhang Ping looked at the man with a blank expression: "May I ask about my name and origin?"

The man sneered: "How come Caomin, a suspect, why is the master of the official honorable title? Caomin Ding Wei, a native of Bingzhou, passed by this place by business, but unexpectedly he was arrested on the street for no reason. The identity document was not on his body. Caomin lived in the room of the Fuzi Bingyue Inn, Zhenglong Street. The adults can search for it."

Zhang Ping said: "You speak very well in your official language. You don't have a Bingzhou accent, but the northern voice is stronger."

Ding Wei said: "After the words of the adults, Caomin has been with his family since he was a child and often travels to borders. From the Xichuan River in Yuquan to the front line of Beijing, there are at least five or six of us from Bingzhou. Hu Zi and Beijing merchants do not do such business."

Zhang Ping nodded: "I am from Xichuan County. Our delicious pasta is so delicious and vinegar-free, and there are mutton soaked buns. It is the way to eat it when Bingzhou brought this business in his early years."

Ding Wei said: "Caomin dares not get close to the adults like this. But please tell Caomin what crime did Caomin commit?"

Zhang Ping looked at him solemnly: "It's now, you should be hungry. This county will send someone to bring food."

Ding Wei laughed again: "Sir, Caomin doesn't feel hungry. He just wants to ask Caomin why he was arrested..." Zhang Ping turned around, the door of the small prison room slammed, and locked his unfinished words in the prison.

The slaughter captain and the yamen runners followed Zhang Ping out of the gate. The slaughter captain asked hesitantly: "Sir..."

Zhang Ping turned around and said, "Go to the inn first to get this documentary. Where is the kitchen in the county government? Take me here."

The head of the slaughter told the constables to go to the inn quickly. Several young yamen runners followed Zhang Ping to the kitchen. Zhang Ping called the chef, said a while alone, and hurriedly asked to see Feng Tai.

Feng Tai was sitting upright in the hall reading the file when he heard Zhang Ping’s announcement of asking for a visit and nodded coldly. Zhang Ping entered the hall and bowed and bowed: "The official has something to ask for help from the Lord."

Feng Tai looked at the file without raising his eyes: "What's the matter?"

Zhang Ping stood up a little straight: "The official has seen the person who has been caught from the street, so I want to ask the adults to move forward too."

Feng Tai raised his eyes from the file, stared at him for a moment, and stood up: "Well, I want to go over and see it myself."

The guards and yamen runners surrounded Feng Tai and Zhang Pinghao and came to the prison room. Feng Tai stepped into the threshold and stared at the door of the room: "Missar Zhang, since you have tried it, is this person really a suspect in the arson, or was he taken wrongly by innocent people? Is there a judgment?"

Zhang Ping lowered his head: "The official will be broken."

Feng Tai suddenly changed color: "No matter whether it is broken, can there be evidence?"

Zhang Ping said: "The constable has been asked to get his document."

Feng Tai narrowed his eyes and looked gloomy. After a while, he turned around and walked towards the gate: "As soon as there is evidence, I will submit it to our residence immediately. I won't say much about the rest."

Zhang Ping lowered his head again: "The emperor obeys the order."

Feng Tai didn't look back and went straight out. Zhang Ping followed him out, and the detectives and yamen runners looked at each other and locked the door again.

Zhang Ping chased Feng Tai to the yard. Feng Tai stopped and glanced coldly: "If we wait for our government to find out, it is true that you are arresting good people on the street for no reason, so you will never let it go!"

Zhang Ping bowed deeply: "Thank you, sir."

Feng Tai stopped looking at him and walked forward with great strides.

About half an hour later, a yamen runner came to the prison room with a hand-held food box, opened the door, put a bowl of noodles, a can of hot soup, a bowl of minced meat, and two white cakes on the ground, and took out a small pot and a plate of sugar and garlic.

"This is specially prepared by our magistrate."

Ding Wei said in a hard voice: "What's the reason for taking someone here for no reason and having a good meal and good food to entertain?"

The yamen runner said, "I don't care about the matters that take on people, so I don't know why I take on you. But the people who come to this prison have never been treated like this. How could our magistrate be so kind to you?"

Ding Wei narrowed his eyes and looked at the food: "You can get a prison if you walk on the street. I really don't know what else will happen in this prison."

The yamen runner said, "Don't be too careful, this brother, otherwise I'll take a few bites of this meal for you to see? Everyone knows how to praise you. This is specially ordered by the magistrate to prepare for you. Our magistrate is truly a master of the sky and is most sympathetic and loving to the people, but it's hard to take care of things recently. You know in your heart, and you know what to say in front of whom."

Ding Wei looked at the food again, took the small pot, and sniffed it under his nose: "Vinegar is very good, but I only want to change this noodles into a bowl of knife-cut noodles and eat it with vinegar to taste it."

The yamen runner smiled and said, "Brother, it's enough. The chefs in our yamen are all local. Can you still go out to the street to hire a chef who makes cut noodles for you?"

Ding Wei put down the pot: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm just making fun of it. I'm really grateful to be in prison for such kindness. If I can get it, I'll thank you very much."

The yamen runner shook his hand: "Don't say this. If someone else hears me and asks me about the crime of favoritism and abuse of power, I can't help it. You eat it slowly first, and I'll come and collect the bowl later."

Ding Wei watched him leave the cell, looked down at the food on the ground, and picked up the cake.

The detectives retrieved Ding Wei's bag and documentary from the inn. Zhang Ping was checking it out. Xie Fu hurriedly came and asked Zhang Ping to let the left and right retreat and closed the door.

"I just checked the files in the official position and found something, and I found it a little strange."

Zhang Ping looked at him solemnly.

Xie Fu sighed: "The official has just found the list of craftsmen. Several of them are local people, so he wanted to check the household registration book and check if they are still alive and where they are now. As a result, he found that the order of shelving household registration files in the old year in the file library was wrong, and a row was in chaos."

Zhang Ping frowned: "Zhengbu Liu and his friends also want to check their household registration."

Xie Fu said: "The Xiaguan went in with them. The file library will be checked and cleaned up every half month. Before leaving office, the Xiaguan asked them to reorganize the list. I have also personally read the list catalogue."

Zhang Ping said: "How many days ago was the reorganization?"

Xie Fu said: "Not ten days later. Moreover, there are files from the Supreme Holy Year."

Zhang Ping's expression suddenly became even more solemn. Suddenly there was a notification outside the door. The little yamen runner who had just arrived in the prison to deliver the meal came in and reported: "Sir, Ding Wei has already eaten the meal."

Zhang Ping immediately asked: "How did you eat it?"

The little yamen runner grinned: "He broke the cake and poured it into the soup with the meat. Then he poured some vinegar on the bowl of noodles and ate it with sugar and garlic. He also said, it's a pity that the noodles were not cut by the knife."

However, Zhang Ping's face did not show a happy expression. The little yamen runner bowed and said he left. Xie Fu looked at the door that closed again and looked at Zhang Ping again: "The person who was caught had a flaw in his diet?"

Zhang Ping nodded: "This person claims to be from Bingzhou and holds a Bingzhou business certificate. But he is definitely not from Bingzhou, he should have never been there."

Lamb soaked buns are not food from Bingzhou, but from Qinchuan. Many people are not able to distinguish between these two places and are often confused.

That bowl of noodles is the authentic Bingzhou noodles, called Qiaomai Helao. It is not as famous as knife-cut noodles and is widely spread throughout the country. Zhang Ping was also taken to the authentic Bingzhou restaurant in the capital by Chen Chou, who had been to Bingzhou, and only then did he know.

That bowl of meat is not the meat that is put into the mutton soup, but the toppings that are caught by the buckwheat river. The correct way to eat it is to put the noodles into the hot soup and then pour the meat on it.

This person who claimed to be Ding Wei and even the case that had gradually emerged from the surface was beyond Zhang Ping's initial speculation and expectations.
Chapter completed!