Books are sold on the first floor, and tea is served on the second floor.
Storyteller stood on the stage, looking at the guests in the hall, his voice loudly and said with a gaze:
"Have you ever heard of the strange thing about rushing to eat a meal with a dead head?"
"That's right, Chang Yuan, the son of the mighty general, hit someone to death on the official road..."
"...I've been to prison and don't know common sense. When I see a prisoner eating chicken, I'm going to rob..."
"The blood was splashed three feet away from the spot, and my entire neck was almost bitten off. I died in just a few breaths."
"...The flower-picking thief is also fierce. The mighty general avenged his son, drew his sword and slashed him, and did not dodge or dodge, and let the long sword penetrate his stomach... What's the result?"
The guests listened with relish and started to urge and guess:
"The flower-picking thief is not dead?"
"Did the prisoner kill the mighty general?"
"Can't you bit your throat too?"
The story has been sung in the capital for more than half a month, and many people know the ending, but the powerful and powerful make a fool of themselves, which always makes ordinary people interested and never get tired of listening to this story.
Seeing that the atmosphere reached its climax, everyone's appetite was almost overwhelmed, the storyteller laughed and said:
"The throat must not be bitten, but the face of the mighty general was caught by the smelly and shit-carried nails of the flower thief. He could not see anyone again, so even the thing under the belly was hit hard by the flower thief's uppercut-"
"Egg burst on the spot!"
"Should!"
The people were excited and applauded and rewarded the money.
At the end of the crowd, Zhang Wu, wearing a white robe, also applauded and clapped, put half a tael of silver on the table, and got up and left.
The people do not care about the life or death of the unjust, but only like to listen to stories of the powerful, watch people make people feel ugly and enjoy talking, and brag about their neighbors after they go back. This is probably the nature of the people.
As for later...
Chang Yuan died.
The mighty general was severely injured and was bedridden and almost died.
I heard that I have been searching for famous doctors in the capital in the past half month, but I cannot curb his injuries.
If the manure-carried nails tear the face, it won’t take long to get pus and rotten the wound. Unless the face is cut off, you will die.
As for the injured farmer...
Chang Yuan died in prison and was shocking. The influence of the matter was too great. Due to the surging public opinion, Shuntian Mansion had to re-sent the farmers.
Even the emperor heard about such a big scandal.
Especially the mighty general said wildly in prison, "I have someone kill this farmer, who will stop you... I was reported by the secret spy of the Pacification Department, which made Emperor Longqing angry.
There was such a person under the feet of the emperor who could not tell the truth.
The emperor dared not say that he would kill anyone he wanted to kill. You, a general of a miscellaneous number, are more powerful than me?
Is there any other kingly law?
Is there any law?
A decree directly stripped of the mighty general's title and demoted it to a commoner.
The Emperor Shuntian Prefecture was also scolded by the emperor, and he did not distinguish between right and wrong, and turned black and white into a different way. How could the capital be stable in such a case?
In the past few days, Sun Qianhu has brought the troops from the Pacification Office to Shuntian Prefecture, which has caused panic and terrified from top to bottom.
If the court wants to investigate you, which official can clean up?
The Tianzhu was killed before, but now it is Shuntian Mansion. He has done too much evil, and the cause and effect cycles, and he is unhappy in retribution.
Of course, the incident happened in the Heavenly Prison, and the jailers were inevitably scolded.
But compared to the painless scolding, it seems that it is more important and more refreshing to deal with the mighty general's family and let everyone exude a long-standing anger!
The initiator Zhang Wu, carrying a rat cage and a long stick, came to the No. 290 house outside Xuanhe Gate.
In addition to the main urban area, there are also four residential areas in the capital, namely southeast, west and northeast.
After passing Xuanhe Gate Tower, it is the south of the city, with the most chaotic environment and the worst public security.
There is only one door between inside and outside, but it is like a slum and a wealthy area with clear boundaries.
Standing outside the yard, Zhang Wu saw that there was no one around the dirty alley, but he did not climb over the wall.
As a person who walks around the world, flower picking thieves should be as cautious as themselves.
Besides, he is necessary to be wary of others, so he may not be able to believe his words.
The safest way is to-
"Bang!"
He kicked violently, and the courtyard door flew everywhere, and wood chips were everywhere.
Just like Zhang Wu's house, the yard is covered with weeds and a deserted area.
Use a long stick as a crutch, and look forward step by step like a blind man until he reaches one side of the house and faces the thick walls of the house.
Zhang Wu did not walk through the door or the window, for fear that the hidden arrows would hurt people.
Facing the thick wall, he suddenly shouted loudly, his muscles and bones burst out, and his majestic body was raised half a foot, like casting iron.
As his skills were running, his hands were as heavy as stone tablets, his skin was black and blue, his veins were ferocious, and he pressed his palms against the wall!
"Boom--"
The walls collapsed, and the dust flooded the yard, revealing the scenery inside the house.
There are long lines behind the door and behind the window, connected to the mechanism crossbow, and a large net with iron spikes hanging on the roof, which is green and must be poisonous.
He jumped, and the black tendons snatched the wall with his left hand, and picked the big net with a long stick with his right hand, then broke the mechanism crossbow, and then knocked the ground with a stick. Only then did Zhang Wu feel relieved.
There is indeed a land deed on the table.
He took out his gloves, and had iron pieces in his fingertips and palms, which were enough to isolate any poison.
Tear off a corner of the deed and throw it into a squirrel cage.
The mouse is so hungry that he even chews the wood, and paper is a good thing.
Seeing that he was fine, he put away the land deed.
Turning his head and looking at the earthen kang, his huge black and blue hands bombarded the earthen kang, smashing it down, revealing the big bag in the corner of the kang.
I took out the bag and opened it. There was a thick brick ancient book buried in the white silver.
This book is strange. It is not made of paper, but a bamboo page of normal book size. The handwriting seems to be first carved with a carving knife to create dents and then filled with silver water. It looks vigorous and powerful, and the pen is like a dragon and snake.
Only by making books in this way can you keep them in the tomb for thousands of years without being corrupted.
Zhang Wu did not pick it up rashly, but instead sprinkled a handful of yellow rice on the silver and a bamboo book, and released the mouse.
I watched the rat lick the silver and the cover of the bamboo book "Dayu Step", and then I turned on a few pages, broke off the edges of the pages, and fed them to the rat. I was sure that I was fine, and then I put away the bag.
Three thousand taels of silver are not a small amount, weighing more than two hundred kilograms, and most people can't carry it.
Those high-ranking officials all brought their carts to receive their salaries.
However, there was no big problem with Zhang Wu, so he took it and left.
Every inch of land in the capital is valuable, even a house in the south of the city is worth two or three thousand silver. Many foreign officials have been transferred to the capital and can only rent a house.
On the way home, you can find a pawnshop. Even if the owner of the household is not you, as long as you have a land deed, you can still die as a thousand five hundred taels.
After saving the silver, Zhang Wu now has a huge sum of 8,000 taels of money given to him by the court before.
It is logical that the news from the flower picking thief should be the profit of money in prison, so that everyone can share the money.
But there are a few words called:
"People who set rules are the most unruly!"
"The rules are set for others, of course you must always open the door to yourself..."
"after all--"
"If a man does not care for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth!"
It was too late to put the silver notes in your arms.
He just found a restaurant and watched the chef wash and cook in the kitchen, and the fragrant food was poured out of the pot. Zhang Wucai carried the packaged food and hummed a small song to walk towards the house.