My father ordered me to kill the emperor, but His Majesty bestowed a princess upon me instead.

Before setting off for Qingxia, I made Liang Su do something he disliked the most.

The complete register of deaths from the epidemic in the three prefectures was made public.

It's not about pasting all 3,746 pages on one wall.

No matter how large the walls of Qingzhou are, they can't hold so many lives.

Instead, they were compiled into separate lists based on county, village, and year of death.

One copy for each county.

One copy for each village.

One package from the post station.

One item from the temple.

One portion each for the saltworks and the river works.

Anyone who has seen someone on the list alive adds a "proof of life" next to their name.

Who confirmed the death, specify the body, burial site, medical certificate, and family members.

Make a note of whoever knows the transfer clues.

Don't rush to decide.

First, let the name get out there.

Liang Su looked at the room full of clerks copying the list of successful candidates.

"If everything is made public, how many people will compete for the land?"

"have no idea."

How many imposters will there be?

"have no idea."

"Will clans engage in armed conflict?"

"possible."

He stared at me.

"You just don't know?"

"Lord Liang used to know everything."

I said, "In the end, all we can do is lock people inside the walls."

"Now, there are some things that the people can fix themselves."

"The government is only responsible for inspection."

Liang Su remained silent for a moment.

What if they deliberately falsified the information?

"The accounts, the people, and the old items were examined together."

"A person can lie."

"It's not easy to wipe away all the bridges, wells, field boundaries, and old wounds of an entire village at once."

Bai Zhi has already written the verification method into a simplified rule.

Even those who cannot read can understand it.

First, identical names do not count.

Second, a relative's claim does not constitute a complete certificate.

Third, at least one of the following must be present: old books, old objects, old injuries, neighbor's certificate, or tax register.

Fourth, matters involving land and marriage should only be recorded first, and no judgment should be made on the spot.

Fifth, for anyone who reports a living person still detained in river works, salt fields, or grain transport routes, rescue the person first, then verify the accounts.

The last sentence was added by me.

Bai Zhi originally disagreed.

She said it's easy for people to make false reports.

I said that those who make false reports can be held accountable.

Living people trapped cannot wait.

She thought about it and decided to keep it.

When the three governments open accounts together, they need to use seals.

Yong'an has half of Lin Huan's genuine seal.

The magistrate of Qingfeng County was arrested, and the county soldiers temporarily verified his identity by examining his seal.

Qingzhou used the governor's seal.

The Princess Palace Disaster Relief Supervision Office issued another general report.

The Censorate, by imperial decree, opened the accounts and stamped the seals.

Five kinds of seals.

No single one can make the decision alone.

This time, it's not about dismantling the responsibility.

This ensures that neither party can quietly retract their decision.

The results of the copying were sent out in three separate ways.

They don't travel to the same post station.

The first route was taken by the governor's entourage along the official road.

The second route involved female officials from the princess's residence delivering grain along the relief stations.

The third route was handed over to the people from various counties who came to Qingzhou to identify the people.

Official roads can be blocked.

You can stop the grain relief trucks.

It's difficult to stop hundreds of people who carry the names of their loved ones close to their hearts.

In the afternoon, Yong'an sent back the news first.

Lin Huan copied the list of reform notices from the old warehouse into twelve copies and sent them to the surrounding villages and towns.

One hundred and thirty-seven new living permits were issued that day.

Twenty-six of them were confirmed to be working at a grain depot in another region.

The seven men worked as unregistered laborers in the backyard of Ciji Temple.

Three others were conscripted into the local garrison last year.

Dead people can be used as laborers.

They can also defend the city for the imperial court.

News also came back from Qingfeng.

Zhao Heng led his men to investigate Chen Ji Shipping Company.

They found the original ticket of Qi Xiaoman from back then.

The shipping company took his money and sent him to Qingzhou.

However, he then issued a certificate to the county government proving that he had fallen into the river.

A boat can save one life and earn twice the profit.

They collect money from each person who crosses the river.

The county government collected the remains of corpses but had no silver left.

Based on the boat tickets, the people of Qingfeng identified nineteen more people who might have been sent to Qingzhou.

Qingzhou Nanxian County was the slowest to release its list.

The local magistrate initially said that he had not received an official order from the governor.

Liang Su sent Fang Chengli directly.

Before Fang Chengli set off, he asked me:

"What if the magistrate still refuses?"

"seal."

"What if the defending troops block our way?"

"Let them see the list first."

"Are there any family members of the garrison troops on the list?"

That would save you trouble.

"No?"

"Let's reason with each other again."

"Can't you explain it to me?"

Yan Xiaoyi, standing nearby, said, "I'll go."

Fang Chengli immediately felt that he could make sense of it.

Before evening, the first round of total figures from the three prefectures was remitted back to Qingzhou.

The original list of deaths from the epidemic contained 3,746 people.

Nearly a thousand people have been identified as survivors on the spot.

Seventy-three people from Yong'an Old Warehouse have completed their temporary reinstatement.

Of the original 95 people in Qingfeng, 8 are still awaiting rescue in Qingxia, and 23 have been confirmed dead on the riverbank.

All 798 living people in the Qingzhou relief camp were recounted, and the 49 deceased were listed separately in the list of victims and their families pending verification.

The 36 people rescued from the lime kiln have been included in the corresponding lists of Qingfeng and Qingzhou Nanxian respectively, and will not be counted again.

The remaining two thousand or so people were all reclassified as "pending investigation".

The original phrase "the epidemic has ended" will no longer be used.

"Pending investigation" does not mean "dead".

These two words are very important.

Previously, once the county register recorded deaths from the epidemic, there was no need to search for them again.

If it is now written as pending investigation, the government must at least acknowledge:

do not know.

If you don't know, you have to investigate.

Bai Zhi wrote the first round of numbers for the three prefectures outside the Qingzhou prefectural government office.

Someone asked:

"What if I really die in the end?"

She said, "Write down how you died."

"Where will I die?"

"Who will collect the body?"

"Who will receive the rations?"

"Who will take the land?"

"You can't just write two words."

Death is not excluded from the account.

It just can't be used to cover up a curtain.

Liang Su stood in front of the overall list.

He eventually wrote out a governor's edict by hand.

The old registers of deaths due to the epidemic in various counties north of the Yangtze River have been suspended and deregistered.

Juehuda has suspended further transfers.

The inter-county transfer of unregistered river workers, salt workers, and relief workers has been suspended.

All households whose deaths due to the epidemic are pending investigation can apply for a review based on clues from the altered list of deceased individuals.

Local officials may not refuse to accept the goods on the grounds that deaths from the epidemic have already been reported.

This decree is much longer than the original decree forcibly confiscating old records.

It's also much more troublesome.

Fortunately, the trouble fell on the officials.

It's better than it falling on a dead person.

I asked Liang Su, "Do you still want to control the accounts?"

"think."

He answered very honestly.

"When it's fully open, it's very chaotic."

"regret?"

"no."

Why?

Liang Su looked at the crowd of people thronging outside the yamen.

"At least today, it's the living who are in chaos."

That's a good point too.

I told him to write it down in the governor's account himself.

As darkness fell, Gu Xingzhi arrived in Qingzhou from Yong'an.

He brought Xiao Lingyi's letter.

There were no private conversations.

Only the records of the Princess's residence are sealed.

The first real card is still in use.

The two people inside the stone gate were calm after taking the medicine.

Zhao Yue issued a replacement old certificate:

The Qingxia General Warehouse was not originally called the General Warehouse.

It is called Guimingcang.

Witnesses rescued from the live warehouse back then will have their original names restored upon arrival at Qingxia, and will then be sent to a safe place by Qingxia Post Station.

Later, the Wang family took over.

The name of the warehouse was changed to the name of the nuclear clothing warehouse.

Restore your name and change your identity.

A place.

A set of procedures.

They did the exact opposite of what they were doing.

At the end of the letter, Xiao Lingyi only wrote:

Stay safe forever.

We should go to Qingxia.

Don't die.

I watched it twice.

Ah Liu craned his neck to the side.

"What else did Your Highness say?"

"Official business."

"Nothing else?"

"no."

"Why did you look at it twice, young master?"

"Check for typos."

Ah Liu clearly didn't believe it.

But he dared not laugh.

The ship is ready.

small.

old.

The newly patched planks on the bottom of the boat are a lighter color than the surrounding planks.

It doesn't look very reassuring.

Bai Zhi put the copy of the Three Prefectures' General Accounts into an oilcloth bag.

Liang Su stood at the dock to see us off.

"Only eight guards will remain in Qingzhou."

Is that enough?

"I also have personal guards."

"What about the Experience Department?"

"All personnel are suspended for verification."

"Fang Chengli?"

"Temporarily."

Fang Chengli was arranging the copying of the list from a distance.

Hearing that he would be temporarily in charge of the Bureau of Records, he did not look particularly happy.

Once someone has witnessed how old accounts led to murder, they usually don't see taking over the printing press as a promotion.

Just before the ship left the shore, a series of bells suddenly rang out from the direction of Qingzhou City.

This is not a warning.

Each neighborhood began to hang up notices announcing the changes.

One workshop, one sound.

One list per county.

The sound of bells traveled from Qingzhou City to the official road.

They then traveled from the post station to Yong'an and Qingfeng.

The three prefectures opened their accounts together.

Madam Wang can stop a car.

Change the seal.

Get a county magistrate position.

But we can no longer secretly stuff more than 3,700 names into a box.

The small boat sailed westward along the old salt river.

The sky grew completely dark.

Less than ten miles later, a small boat drifted towards us from upstream.

There was no one on the boat.

There were only eight sets of neatly folded Southwest Army uniforms.

Each set of clothes had a copy of the Qingfeng River Workers' Certificate of Reinstatement pressed on it.

These were the eight people who were transferred to Qingxia.

The new name has been embroidered on the inside of the garment.

Shen An's personal guard.

A1 to A8.

A key was placed on the last piece of military uniform.

There was a note under the key.

The old residence of the Shen family.

Tonight at midnight.

Eight people changed clothes.

The young lord musters his troops.

I folded the note.

Ah Liu looked at the eight sets of military uniforms.

"Young master, shall we go?"

"go."

"Knowing it was a trap?"

"They took eight people who had already been written down."

I said, "The name was written back by us."

"We can't let someone else read it right after we've finished writing it."

Yan Xiaoyi sat at the bow of the boat, sharpening his knife.

Upon hearing this, he only asked one question:

"Who to kill?"

I looked at the approaching silhouette of Qingxia Mountain.

"Let's see who's wearing my name first."

"I'll decide later."