Old Master Zhou knew that he couldn't hide, so he turned himself in.
"Who's in the hall?" The prefect asked.
"Zhou Jiefu." Old Master Zhou stood straight, brushed his beard and said.
"Turn yourself in and trust that you know what you've done and understand that what you've done is not in accordance with the law."
"I turned myself in because the prefect wanted to arrest me, not that I did anything wrong." The voice is loud and awe-inspiring, and it seems that there is someone else who buys the official with a lot of money.
The prefect wanted to be vague, and for the sake of the Zhou family's solid and generous situation, he wanted to grasp the matter quickly.
"This man has a neuropathy," paused, "and did not unclog the joints, nor did the silver two give to anyone, and as usual he can be exonerated." "The prefect wants to fight sloppily, but who knows that Old Master Zhou's words are amazing.
"I don't have a neuropathy, I just did an ordinary thing, try to ask who in the officialdom has not done this!" The people outside the hall were in an uproar, and the original whispers turned into loud discussions. Old Master Zhou unhurriedly continued to state the personnel who had bought officials to seek Chinese-style personnel over the years, as if he were talking about ordinary things.
As soon as these words came out, the prefect did not dare to defend him, so he had to handle it according to law. And Old Master Zhou's words spread ten, ten, and hundred, spread throughout Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and even some imperial histories heard about it.
Old Master Zhou's ups and downs for nearly ten years were all because he was unscrupulous in his words, arrogant and arrogant, unwilling to associate with mediocre officials, full of dissatisfaction with this imperial court, daring to call Guangxu "Dumb Emperor" and Cixi "Dimming Empress", but he could not break out of the narrow-mindedness of the times, contradictory and obedient.
