At the Beginning, I Scolded the Fairy Gate, I Really Want to Die

Chapter 47 : There is no way for heaven, no way to tell!

Everyone looked up and saw an old man at the door.

His face was dusty, he was dressed in coarse linen, and there were many holes. In this cold winter, his skin became pale with cold.

This is an old man at the bottom of society.

It can be seen from his rickety waist and the dodging eyes that dare not look at people.

"Old stuff, what did you just say?"

The drunk middle-aged man opened his dim drunk eyes, his throat was itchy, he spit out sputum on the side, cleared his throat, and looked at the old man.

"I, I..."

The old farmer instinctively took two steps back.

The ruggedness of the speaking life is not to be discussed, the key is to be drunk, eyes flushed, and a bit hostile.

You are not welcome.

This made him, the Xiaomin Shengdou who can't afford to offend him, weakened his legs, but he didn't know what he thought of, so he gritted his teeth and said.

"This official, I heard that there is a Master Qingtian here, who can call the shots for the people...so I came here and filed a complaint."

Complaint?

These two words made everyone in the Supervisory Court feel in a trance.

Today is the arbitration day of the Supervisory Yuan. According to regulations, officials at all levels of the Supervisory Yuan must listen to the grievances of the people.

If someone ignores the people's case or prevents the people from coming to file a complaint, it is a felony.

But that is a thing of the past.

When did the current Supervisory Council decide the case?

When was the last time the case was settled?

Everyone can't remember it at all.

"There is no Master Qingtian, and no one is calling for the people. You have come to the wrong place."

The drunk man said indifferently.

He grabbed a handful of snow and wiped his face fiercely, with heat on his face, his appearance becoming more fierce.

"Why no one is in charge of the people?"

Cai Xianggao stood up and asked.

"This old man, what wrong do you have, my Supervision Yuan will definitely seek justice for you!"

He remembered. Yesterday Ye Ning asked him to spread the news that someone in the Supervisory Yuan could appeal to the people and attract the people to come.

But what he didn't expect was that after the news had been sent for so long, only one ordinary citizen would come over.

But looking at the virtues of the others in the Supervisory Yuan, Cai Xianggao felt that if he were a common citizen, he would definitely not trust the Supervisory Yuan.

"I was a woodcutter in Nanshan. I chopped wood in summer and burnt charcoal in winter. I brought it to Beijing for sale. I finally accumulated a car of charcoal, but I was snatched away as soon as I entered the city gate..."

Lao Zhang covered his face with his severely twisted palms due to long-term work, and said with sobbing.

"My family is counting on this car of charcoal to be sold to buy food for the winter."

"My wife is still sick, and I have to take medicine."

"My charcoal was robbed, and I can't live anymore."

At the end of his speech, his voice was vague, but he fell into great sadness.

This is a very simple, very simple, very small case.

Everyone in the Supervisory Court originally offered snacks, but after listening, they sneered.

"Such a case, why are you here to sue us? Jingzhao Yin Yamen will handle it for you!"

Someone yawned and said.

"Jing Zhaoyin's master refused to accept it."

Lao Zhang was desperate.

"Where is the Criminal Ministry?"

"The lords of the Criminal Ministry did not let me in."

"..."

Everyone looked at each other.

This is a bit weird.

Cai Xianggao frowned and asked.

"Why is this?"

Lao Zhang wiped away his tears and said.

"The one who grabbed my charcoal is the steward of the mighty Houfu."

Mighty waiting?

Cai Xianggao's face changed.

He understood it all at once.

Who is Mighty Hou?

Hereditary Marquis, fathers have made great contributions.

In this generation, she gave birth to a daughter, who showed excellent talent for cultivation since childhood.

From then on, the mighty Houfu was tantamount to leaning against the immortal gate, and its status rose.

In the capital, no one does not agree.

Even if you are the emperor, you have to be polite to him.

The person who snatched the charcoal from the old man was the steward of the mighty Houfu, which represented the mighty Houfu. The officials of the yamen were not fools. Who would offend the mighty Hou for an old woodcutter like an ant?

Therefore, it is impossible for anyone to take this case.

Therefore, the old man, who has nowhere to go and tells the ground, after hearing the news spread by Cai Xianggao, he knew it was unreliable, so he had to come to the Supervision Institute to give it a try.

Otherwise, he has nowhere to go.

"Master Qingtian, can you call the shots for Xiaomin?"

Lao Zhang knelt down and humbled his head.

Cai Xianggao wanted to help him.

"Get up first."

But I can't guarantee anything.

That's a mighty man, even your majesty let him three points.

What does the Supervisory Yuan do to him?

Where is the strength to handle him?

Looking at these goods in the yard, Cai Xianggao was desperate.

Are these people capable of doing things?

"I really can't do anything, I beg you officials, please!"