Cui Dalang put away the "white paper", put on a pair of coarse linen clothes, took out bundles of yellow straw paper for paper money from a nearby house, and stacked them on a cart. After they were full, he took them from the broken stable on the side of the yard.
He took out a thin donkey, harnessed it, and drove the cart with a sad look on his face.
"Recently... I have been too forgetful. Zhao's shop... seems to have delivered the goods to them three days ago... Shopkeeper Zhao is so mean, he will definitely deduct my money for the goods... eighty-two or seven cents."
As for money, this iron rooster always finds excuses to deduct money from me... It's really a big deception..."
Thinking of this, Cui Dalang's face became more bitter, and he was young, and there were wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.
Not long after, a quarrel between Cui Dalang and shopkeeper Zhao was heard in the Zhao family's paper shop.
"Seven or eight cents... I have a ledger here! It's clearly written in black and white, and it also has your signature! Shopkeeper Zhao, you can't be so unconscionable!"
"You haven't delivered goods to me for three days. Do you know how much money I've lost? You still have the nerve to ask for these few taels of silver! I make dozens of taels of silver a day. It's good if I don't ask you to compensate for the loss. I still have the nerve to ask for it.
Money! Erniu, drive him out!"
"Oh, you still dare to hit someone, I can't beat you to death! You think you are a scholar after reading a few shabby books? You should go and take the exam to become a scholar and let me see! Siniu, Huzi, give me a good beating
, at worst I will have to pay dozens of taels of lawsuit money, I can afford to pay..."
Shopkeeper Zhao’s voice was ferocious, and he screamed: “Fight me to death!” But within two seconds, Shopkeeper Zhao screamed like a killing pig: “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
"Dalang, please forgive me... I even treated you to some steamed buns... ah~~"
In the Zhao family's paper shop, screams could be heard one after another.
In a short time, blood flowed inside.
"I, I killed someone?!"
Looking at his hands covered with blood, Cui Dalang's eyes were confused.
He clearly remembered that he had an argument with shopkeeper Zhao when he was asking for payment, and became angry.
But after getting angry, Cui Dalang forgot what happened. When he regained consciousness, he saw corpses scattered on the ground.
Shopkeeper Zhao and his assistants Siniu and Huzi also fell into a pool of blood, dying miserably.
"No, I didn't do it!"
Cui Dalang rushed out of the door.
"Killing people!"
"Call the police!"
Screams and calls for help were heard in the surrounding shops, but the shopkeepers did not dare to move forward or get too close.
Shopkeeper Zhao usually has a bad reputation and doesn't get along well with his neighbors. The other shop owners have cursed him countless times in their hearts. Seeing him in trouble, they only feel that God rarely shows up.
"It's actually Cui Dalang!"
But when they saw Cui Dalang covered in blood, everyone couldn't help but scream in surprise.
They all know Cui Dalang.
Cui Dalang runs a small workshop that makes yellow paper. The shops here occasionally purchase goods from Cui Dalang. Everyone knows that Cui Dalang has read some books and is a polite and honest person.
It's unbelievable that such an honest man actually killed someone...
"This is Cui Dalang, please stay out of your own business!"
One store owner felt pity and shouted loudly.
Many store owners who were about to send their waiters to report the matter suddenly shrank their heads.
The reporting officer will definitely report it, but it can be delayed a little later. At least Cui Dalang will have time to pack up and run away.
"Killed... I killed!"
Cui Dalang was in a state of confusion at this time. He secretly thought that he had committed such a big case and could not escape. He would even hurt others. He sighed secretly: "Why don't you surrender yourself and get a happy verdict? If you sentence me to death, I will be executed."
It saved me a lot of trouble."
However, as soon as this thought came out, the "white paper" wrapped in oil paper in his arms began to glow faintly.
Cui Dalang's eyes changed, and the previous decadence, numbness, sharpness and coldness were gone. He shrugged, his slightly hunched back suddenly straightened, and his whole person looked full of energy.
"What a waste, these scum will be killed as soon as possible! Surrender? Beheaded?! I, Cui Fei, am a man born in heaven and earth. I would rather teach me to betray the people of the world than teach the people of the world to betray me! At worst, I will flee to Yan State or
Jingchu, change your identity and start all over again... Well, go to Jingchu... Their talent promotion ceremony will start soon! I have a blank paper to help me, so why worry about not going to high school?"
After having an idea in his mind, Cui Dalang turned around and went back to Zhao's paper shop, rummaging through boxes and cabinets. Finally, he cursed and got out of the back door: "What a bastard, you make dozens of taels of silver a day, and you don't even have ten taels of silver at home!"
Pooh!"
He didn't go far when he suddenly stopped.
Both the donkey and the cart were left in front of the shop. The cart was not worth much, but the donkey cost several taels of silver.
"That's all..."
Cui Fei finally shook his head. He was not a ungrateful person. This was Daliang City. If such a big murder occurred, the government would arrive at the scene soon. By then, it would be difficult for him to escape from Daliang.
He ran away and returned to his courtyard in a short time, quickly gathering his clothes.
"Tuk tuk tuk..."
Just as Cui Fei was about to leave home, there was a knock on the door of the yard.
"Is this Cui Fei and Cui Dalang's family? We are from the "Daliang Daily" newspaper office. We are here to settle last month's paper money with you."
Cui Dalang, who was originally vigilant, breathed a sigh of relief.
It was not the police who came to arrest him.
Even if the government responded quickly, they would not name him "Daliang Daily" when they came to see him. He did deliver paper to the Daliang Newspaper Office, but it was not paper for printing newspapers, but straw paper for toilet use.
Although the newspaper office is only a small place, because it deals with paper all day long, it also has the function of purchasing paper supplies for the household department, and the amount is huge.
Although Cui Dalang's workshop is small, he still got this order by relying on some connections in the family in the past. However, doing business with the government made settlement troublesome and he did not dare to collect debts, so his life was very tight.
"That's...almost one hundred taels of silver?"
Cui Fei hesitated for a moment. He quickly changed his clothes, washed his hands and feet carelessly, suppressed the smell of blood, and hurriedly opened the door.
After all, you are on the run, so having more money will give you a sense of security.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Su Wen looking at him with strange eyes.
Nangong and seven or eight factory guards were also looking him up and down.
"Cui Juren, you are a gentleman, why do you still do this kind of business?!"
Nangong opened his mouth to speak.
Su Wen is also looking forward to Cui Fei's answer.
He checked the files and found nothing.
In the end, Su Wen had to focus on Cui Wenwen's descendants.
He really discovered something.
He found that Cui Wenwen had many descendants, more than a dozen of whom were descendants of him. Some of them were doing well, but some were doing badly.
Just like the Cui Fei family, because the grandfather was the son of a concubine and had little status, he separated early. When Cui Fei arrived, the family had declined and only had a small farm and a papermaking workshop.
Cui Fei was unknown before this talent promotion ceremony.
But in this talent promotion ceremony, he got good results in the provincial examination in Gyeonggi Province and had the opportunity to participate in the general examination.
The family also attaches great importance to a member of the family who is a member of the family, and is willing to contribute money and effort to help him find a future after the talent competition.
But Cui Fei refused, saying that his success had nothing to do with the Cui family and that he would not be used by the Cui family in the future. This was a complete break with the Cui family.
This is at best a feud within the family, and Su Wen doesn't pay much attention to it.
Until Su Wen noticed that Cui Fei had a small papermaking workshop under his name.
Moreover, he also discovered that Cui Fei had business dealings with the "Daliang Daily" newspaper. After careful investigation, he even discovered that Cui Fei also had business with two other illegal workshops. The so-called business was actually to recycle the two workshops.
The scraps are used as papermaking materials.
Su Wen found it strange that although Cui Fei had a papermaking workshop, except for the help of an old servant, after the death of the old servant, he was the only one running the workshop. From purchasing materials to shipping, he did everything himself. You know,
Papermaking is a very labor-intensive job. No matter how small a workshop is, it cannot be run with only three or five people. How could Cui Fei be able to run it by himself?
Su Wen had to suspect that Cui Fei might have some secrets and was afraid to recruit workers, so he did everything himself.
"Gentlemen... also need to eat."
When Cui Fei saw Nangong, a look of caution appeared in his eyes.
Judging from their attire, he realized that Su Wen and others could not be people from the newspaper office. Besides, for a matter of one hundred and dozens of taels of silver, so many people were needed? Just send an accountant to handle it easily.
"Besides, I am a student of the Mohist School. It is my duty to run this business. Whether or not I win the election is secondary." Cui Fei answered very appropriately. He hesitated and said, "Aren't a few of you from the newspaper office?"
"Won't you invite us to come in and sit down?"
Nangong's thick eyebrows rose up: "You are a civil servant after all, but you don't understand this kind of etiquette?"
"..."
Cui Fei cursed in his heart. Since he knew he was a scholar, why didn't he have any respect for the strong man in front of him?
It's no wonder that the other soul in his body is really unsatisfactory. He does everything he does. He is a coward and won the election, but he still clings to a shabby workshop. If nothing else, when he went to collect debts, he said:
When Zhao revealed his identity as a judge, shopkeeper Zhao probably knelt on the ground and begged him to ignore the villain's past, let alone refuse the debt. How could he wake up so angry that he did so many things in his anger?
What's even more tragic is that the cowardly consciousness occupies the dominant position in the body most of the time, knowing nothing about his existence, and even thought it was the result of using the taboo "white paper", so
As a result, he was unable to do things coherently, which really delayed him in many things.
"The house is too messy to entertain guests. Please forgive me."
Cui Fei cried bitterly in his heart. He heard from Nangong's loud voice that Nangong must be an extraordinary person.
No matter how high Nangong is, he is not a Sequence 1 person who has just entered the extraordinary world.
Not to mention, there were several people around Nangong, except Su Wen, all of whom looked fierce.
"We are actually from the internal factory. If there is something we need you to cooperate with our investigation."
Su Wen sniffed and looked at Nangong.
Naturally, Nangong also smelled the smell of blood on Cui Fei. He was not as forbearing as Su Wen and asked directly: "Where does your smell of blood... come from?"
"..."
Cui Fei's face trembled, but he still said bravely: "I just... killed the chicken in the backyard."
"Quick, quick! Surround the surroundings and don't commit the crime again!" At this time, an official's voice sounded angrily not far from the workshop: "The Cui family's uncle has committed such a big crime. As long as he is caught,
Not to mention that this month’s performance can meet the standard, we can all judge it as excellent this year!”