Traveling through the Song Dynasty, he became a ferryman at Qiantang Ferry.
When he personally brought down the magistrate three years ago, everyone thought the case was closed.
Only he knew that the magistrate was just a scapegoat.
The real black hand is in Yunzhou, and not a single hair on that net has been touched.
He lay dormant for three years, grinding oars, punting boats, and waiting for others.
Waiting for someone who dares to get to the bottom of it.
When the inspection came to impose punishment, he took out the remaining pages of the black account that had been hidden for three years.
"Sir, how far can you take care of this?"
"Go up further and take a look step by step."
"Enough. Then start from Qiantang and work your way up layer by layer."
Shen Ce stuffed the oilcloth bag back into the crack in the wall——
"I will not be an official, and I will not leave a name. As long as there are no more innocent souls who died in vain on this river."
