"Young master, I want to accuse them! Their family stole my family's shop—the grain shop facing the street by West City Gate is ours!" There Were Also a middle-aged man who stepped forward and shouted.
"Do you have evidence?"
The middle-aged man said, "This lowly one has it at home!"
"Go and fetch it! As long as the evidence is solid, this young master will make the decision and return the shop to you!"
Hearing This, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly ran home to get the evidence.
The evidence was a deed, and an official deed at that.
A so-called official deed was a deed stamped with the official seal of the prefecture or county; it could also be called a Red Deed.
Corresponding to the Red Deed was the White Deed, a contract signed privately by the common people without going through the authorities.
Even an official deed couldn't protect a shop—there really was no justice in this damned world!
After sweeping a glance over the deed, Yang Mingzhao said, "Ma Yan, draw up a new official deed for him! Register it in the records!"
Ma Yan, who had long since made preparations, immediately took the deed, then drew up a new deed and had the commoners register it in the records.
In only a few minutes, a new deed was finished, and the official seal of the County Office was stamped on it.
"Take it! You can go take over this shop right now. From now on, this shop is yours!" Yang Mingzhao said.
The middle-aged man took the deed, tears filling his eyes, and with a thump he dropped to his knees and kowtowed again and again.
"Young master is righteous and benevolent. This lowly one—this lowly one is boundlessly grateful!"
"Wuwu, thank