[1-200] MY SWORD INTENT CAN BE INFINITELY IMPROVED

Chapter 12: It's Hard to Be an Honest Official

In the courtyard, Su Yang was waving his long sword to increase his sword intent. The white Qi suddenly dissipated a little, turning into a wisp of the will of all living beings and entering his mind.

At this point, Su Yang understood that the wishes of the people were the source of the white gas. When missions appeared, it was the common wish of many commoners. For example, hundreds of thousands of people wanted to punish Li Ming.

After a while, Zhang Hu walked into the courtyard.

“Sir, we have solved six assault cases. This is the money that the assailants handed over in order to avoid jail time.” Zhang Hu opened a box and found a pile of silver ingots inside.

Su Yang frowned. How could there be so much money? He asked them to rectify public security. Were they going to collect money?

No… Soon, he thought of the Da Xia laws and understood what was going on. This was a sum of money to subsidize the soldiers. It was one of the benefits that the Da Xia Dynasty gave to the soldiers of the Military Department.

“As far as I know, soldiers receive five taels of silver a month, and sergeants receive fifteen taels of silver a month, right?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“How about this, 20% will be given to the brothers, you will take 10%, 50% will be given to the brothers to buy cultivation resources, and the last 20% will be mine.” Su Yang made the arrangements with a few simple words.

Zhang Hu stepped forward and said, “Sir, you can’t do that. According to the rules, the Weapon Master will take 50%. The rest will be divided by the Weapon Master.”

Su Yang said slowly, “Then just take it that I took out 30% of my pocket and gave it to my brothers to cultivate.”

“I’m giving you cultivation resources, but I don’t want to see trash appear. How can the soldiers of the Martial Suppression Division suppress their martial arts if they don’t have enough strength?”

“Go do it.”

Money was not too important to him at the moment. Having more powerful and obedient subordinates might be the most beneficial for him in the future.

Zhang Hu was touched. After being in the Martial Suppression Division for so long, he finally understood why he wanted to join in the first place.

“Yes!” Zhang Hu knelt down on one knee.

Then, he took out 30 percent of it, 10 percent of it for himself, and the rest of it for his brothers.

Zhang Hu returned to the team and looked at his expectant subordinates. He repeated what Su Yang had just said. Seeing everyone’s joy, Zhang Hu’s eyes gradually sharpened. “Lord Su Yang has nurtured us so much. We can’t let Lord Su Yang down.”

“Let’s go and continue to deal with the cases. I don’t want to keep these backlogged cases at all.”

Zhang Hu’s words broke everyone’s joy. The process of solving the six cases flashed again. To the wealthy businessmen, they only lost a sum of money, but after those poor families were hurt, it would only be even more difficult.

The poor had nowhere to seek justice… Even if they had a little money, they could cause a ruckus and get the government to settle it. Only the cases of the poor would be piled up and ignored.

“Let’s go! Give justice to the people!” A group of eleven people walked out.

There were still nine teams active on Spring Wind Street. They only had one goal, and that was to give justice to the people and make up for their previous inaction.