Song Zhenping is now twenty years old, but in the past he has lived for others.
He couldn't imagine what the meaning of his existence would be if something happened to his younger siblings.
The fat black boy was stunned for a moment when he saw Song Zhenping suddenly crying.
He only thought that he was causing trouble and quickly sneaked to his young master without daring to say another word.
Zhao Tingduo, who was dressed as a soldier, said nothing and only silently paid attention to everything that happened in the Song family.
Song Zhenping really couldn't stand it.
During this period of time, he has been trying his best to find ways to make himself capable and responsible.
But everything that happened was still not something he could bear.
Song Liyun also felt helpless and could only comfort her with kind words: "Brother, it's good that we are all fine. Everyone has his own way of living and his own strengths. You can't ask yourself to do everything well."
Six months ago, Song Zhenping was a young man who had never even left the village and was worrying about half a piece of cornmeal.
Now you not only need to accept the treasure bag of heavenly books, but also control war horses, experience murder and arson, and watch those who bleed and die.
It's good that he can persist in this kind of thing that tempers his mind and challenges his moral bottom line again and again.
The distance in between, let alone a young man like Song Zhenping who has just come into contact with the world, would break down any one he encountered.
When she first started living a good life, Song Zhenping was happy, but now she is in pain.
He really wanted to become stronger all at once.
I never thought that everything I come into contact with now may be something that ordinary people rarely encounter in their lifetime, and how can it be so easy to achieve.
He has his own advantages and strengths, but he just doesn't use them in the right place.
The people who captured Tianxianglou still need to be dealt with. Although Luo Baihu from the guardhouse is in charge of the whole matter, the Song family also needs to be present as the victims.
Song Liyun comforted Song Zhenping and asked him to stay and do what he could.
For example, clean up the damaged items inside and outside the home and comfort Xiao An.
He followed Luo Baihu to the Broken Gold Guild Hall to deal with the affairs of the rice shopkeeper and the county tax collector.
The Broken Gold Guild Hall was once again crowded with people.
This time, Luo Baihu sat at the top, and Mr. Zhang and the timid tax collector Sun sat on both sides.
Xue Zhuang, Hu Qing, and the sufferer Song Liyun were standing further back.
On the ground in the middle, kneeling were the shopkeeper Mi, who was tied up with five-flowered flowers, and several people pretending to be government servants.
Except for Han Ming who killed one and Heijin who scratched one, Shopkeeper Mi and the other eight were all captured.
Pretending to be an official to defraud merchants, breaking into private houses with nefarious intentions, and taking the stolen goods together with others, he was punished for several crimes, and there is no defense.
However, before you want to punish someone, you have to go through some procedures first, and you can’t just “unjustly” accuse someone casually.
At this time, shopkeeper Mi lost his initial arrogance and knelt on the ground crying with snot and tears.
"Master Baihu, there must be a misunderstanding here.
Brother Xue agreed to sell the vermicelli to Tianxianglou, but he broke the contract first and then sold the vermicelli to someone else. The common people were upset and came over to ask."
Shopkeeper Mi knew that he could not escape punishment, so he could only put aside those "yamen servant" matters and talk about the contract with Xue Zhuang first.
This changed the charge from impersonating a government official to a business dispute.
"Misunderstand!"
Luo Baihu saw that he was still sophistry, and his eyes suddenly rounded with anger. He slapped his hand on the table, making the tea bowl jingle, "Okay, since you are talking about the contract, let's talk about it one by one.
Take out your deed and let me have a look, and I will clear your name."
Shopkeeper Mi was dumbfounded when he heard Luo Baihu asked for the deed.
He had already torn up the deed when threatening Xue Zhuang. Now if Luo Baihu wants to see it, he will definitely be unable to produce anything.
Seeing that Shopkeeper Mi was just dumbfounded, Luo Baihu felt angry: "You are treating me like a fool. Come here, give him a stick first, so that he can remember a little longer and know what military ruthlessness is."
A sergeant immediately took out a wooden stick that was thicker than his arm. Shopkeeper Mi suddenly turned pale and said, "Master Baihu, the grassroots are civilian households, not soldiers, so they cannot use military law."
He was hit with such a thick wooden stick, and he was not one of those rough military men. If he received a stick, his back would be broken.
Luo Baihu snorted coldly: "Who says military law cannot be used. I don't believe you made a mistake in Ruijin Town. I can't even spank you with my military stick."
Shopkeeper Mi no longer dared to speak harshly. Seeing that this military man only knew how to act arrogant, he quickly begged Sun Wuming on the side: "Guan Sun, save me. When Mr. Hong sued the official, you also saw the contract. The tax was clearly written on it.
The town sells thousands of kilograms of vermicelli to Tianxianglou every month and is not allowed to sell it to others privately."
He blinked at Sun Wuming desperately, trying to escape.
Sun Wuming's face was ashen at this moment. He was a clay Buddha and could not save himself when crossing the river. How could he dare to speak for Shopkeeper Mi?
But after accepting money from Hong Jingtian, you can't just say a word. As for whether it's useful or not, it's up to fate.
He could only stand up and murmured: "Master Baihu, the clerk casually looked at the deed when Hong Jingtian came to the county office to report the case. It seems...probably...there seems to be such a sentence..."
Although the Wu Dynasty valued literature over military affairs, and all civil servants looked down upon generals, Sun Wuming was just a low-ranking petty official, not even an official. In front of hundreds of military officers of the sixth grade, he had to call himself a petty official.
Hearing Sun Wuming's testimony, Luo Baihu's mouth twitched and looked at him in disbelief: "I heard you right! After the plaintiff reported the case, you didn't even collect the important evidence and let the plaintiff hold it by himself. Even you
You didn't even look carefully, is this how you judge a case? If you want to cover up the same crime, I can beat you with my military stick."
Sun Wuming's face turned from white to blue in an instant, and he sat down straight and did not dare to say a word.
This is indeed a violation, and Luo Baihu deserves to be beaten for any reason.
If a good man doesn't suffer immediate losses, he can't lose his life for the fifty taels of silver.
Shopkeeper Mi was dragged out of the club by a sergeant, took off his pants, pushed him down on the street, and started beating him.
The wooden stick as thick as an arm hit the flesh with a dull sound, which had no deterrent effect at all. Shopkeeper Mi only received two blows before his screams like a slaughtering pig suddenly stopped and he fainted.
In the military camp, all executions were carried out by fellow soldiers, and the emphasis was on being quick, accurate, and ruthless. After the beating, there was no need for humiliation.
Therefore, I didn’t have the habit of splashing cold water on him to wake him up and then hit him, which would have made Shopkeeper Mi faint and less painful.
The two sergeants didn't care whether Shopkeeper Mi was fainted or dead. They beat him ten times with "bang bang bang" and dragged him back to the courtyard.
At this time, the unconscious rice shopkeeper was hit on the ground like a rice bag. He seemed to be uninjured, only his weak legs showed that he was seriously injured.
Luo Baihu was used to seeing bloody heads and had no interest in beating people.
He looked at the men in blue and gray uniforms kneeling next to Shopkeeper Mi and asked, "Sun Wuming, are these government officials?"