The entire prison of the Court of Judicial Review was dead silent at this moment, not even footsteps could be heard. The second-generation merchant whose mouth had been stuffed full of straw had already passed out, leaving only three awake.
The chubby man who had confessed quite a few "explosive" details was now trembling all over. Meanwhile, the second-generation merchants in the other two cells were both worrying about when their turn would come.
Han Zhi raised his hand, intending to point at Zhang Xun, but then pulled it back. After repeating this several times, he finally asked, "What is the annual quota of official salt in the Yingtian Prefecture's salt granary? Can it be investigated? Should we investigate through the Ministry of Revenue or the Salt and Iron Commission?"
Chapter 330