Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 49
Stealing cattle, not to mention the Ming Dynasty, the entire feudal society based on agriculture was a felony, one hundred rods, and exile for three hundred miles. I just heard Li Zicheng say that the whole of Shaanxi has become a big furnace, let alone three hundred miles. Thirty miles would kill him, Song Qingshu dared not admit to the crime, seeing the chubby magistrate with unfriendly eyes, he hurriedly raised his hands and cried out for being wronged.

"My lord, I know that Xiaomin is a businessman who runs a restaurant in the provincial capital, so how could he do such a shameful thing?"

"My lord, he is talking nonsense. Xiaomin saw him and two cattle thieves hooking up and eating noodles together. In the end, the two cattle thieves gave him all the cattle. This is proof! My lord, wait a minute!" The thief must be severely punished!"

It's that unlucky noodle shop owner again, looking at him Song Qingshu is depressed, does I have any grudge against you?I didn't send you any money, so why go after me so crazy?
But Song Qingshu suddenly understood what the old man yelled after leading the villagers out.

"Master Qingtian! This thief stole the only cattle in our village, and also destroyed a lot of crops. You must be the master and let him pay us money. It will cost ten taels..., no, twelve taels is enough !"

No wonder Jin chases after him, it turns out he wants to extort money!Accustomed to seeing the endless deceptions of later generations, Song Qingshu suddenly felt like a mirror. This group of old farmers may not know that they are also victims, but on the one hand they chased themselves to get the cattle back, and on the other hand, Li Zicheng's uncles and nephews are poor. If you steal a cow, even if you catch him, you can at most give him a beating and send him off to vent your anger, but I am different. Since I can afford to raise a cow, I must still have some wealth. I insist that I am a cow thief, and I can take the opportunity to extort some money , It's better than chasing two poor and crazy thieves out of breath.

As for the noodle stall owner, he was probably promised to benefit him, so he tried so hard to bite him.

Typical Porcelain!
It is said that the feudal society was oppressed, and the oppressed peasants were pitiful. Now their hateful faces are completely exposed. Once convicted, Song Qingshu will peel off his skin even if he is not dead. Regardless of the life and death of others, the angry Song Qingshu gritted his teeth.

But he is the same, the information in the Internet age is so developed in later generations, the old lady has to pay obediently when she lies on the ground, not to mention that the stolen cow is really in his hands, and dozens of people are grabbing and biting him, this one, Following the old man, dozens of villagers were yelling in unison, all kinds of obscenities and country dialects came, the noise was like a vegetable market, the noisy magistrate of Xi'an, and on his own, the scarred face was He is good at hands but not good at talking, not to mention that he is still a black man who is not easy to see. Caiwei argued a few words angrily, but she was a young lady with a scholarly family, and her weak arguments were crushed to death.

This aura is exactly the same as Song Qingshu's later generations went to the Northeast, and a group of Northeast old men shouted at you with wine bottles, except that Song Qingshu stood behind his friends and followed the fox and pretended to be a tiger, but this time he was pointed at his nose and asked you What are you looking at.

It was so noisy that even Xu Yongyi, who was drunk, was dizzy from the noise. After being confused for a long time, he stretched out his fat slap and shouted: "Silence! Silence!"

After finally calming down the chaotic villagers, under the proud gaze of the group of outstanding porcelain-touching experts from the Ming Dynasty, the Xi'an Mansion took out the official style just now, and punched heavily towards the northeast direction. He yelled in a gesture of choking.

"The Holy Son of Heaven is above, and it is the time when the world is at peace. Under the rule of this official, you don't pick up the leftovers and close your house at night. How dare you do such a treacherous and stealing thing? You are not as good as a beast. Hiccup~ Come on, give me... Hiccup, take it..."

"Xiaomin is wronged!" Seeing that the magistrate hiccupped and was about to convict himself for being more self-willed than closing his shop for a day, Song Qingshu yelled bitterly.

Fortunately, the yamen servants didn't wait to move, and Zhang Xianzhong, the leader of the yamen servants, moved first.

"My lord!" Now without the arrogance of Zhangkou Laozi, the yellow-faced tiger also arched his fists politely, and stopped in front of Xu Yongyi in a low voice.

"My lord, I know this person well."

"What? Are you going to intercede for this savage who dares to commit crimes under the rule of the Holy Son of Heaven? Hiccup~" Xu Yongyi tremblingly waved his sleeves with a five-point drunkenness, and yelled while belching He said: "I have a bright mirror hanging high, and I can't tolerate sand in my eyes. Even if you bring another 100 taels of silver, you will never tolerate any criminal behavior!"

Contemptuously glanced at the boss who reported all the prices, Zhang Xianzhong lowered his head again and reported in a softer voice.

"My lord, this villain has absolutely no intention of pleading, but this man is the shopkeeper of the cheating restaurant in Zhongjie, a well-known silly chef, and he is good at cooking dim sum. Even the Chief Minister and the cover of the Lintong Palace My father-in-law sends people to buy pastries from him every morning, if he is arrested so hastily, in case the two adults ask..."

In a word, the magistrate who was still alive with the strength of wine just now became paralyzed, and he was dumbfounded for a long time before he waved his sleeve angrily.

"I am sitting up straight, even if the two adults ask, what fear do I have?"

But as soon as his tone softened, Xu Yongyi still changed his attitude. He looked at Song Qingshu's sweaty and foolish look resentfully, waved his hand and said in a low voice: "The prodigal son will not change his money back. Since this person has a heart of repentance, let that stupid cook return the cow." Yes, you can teach him a lesson by taking him back to the city."

He decides the case at will, all according to his preferences, but he is so servile. For his boss, even the chef he loves dare not offend. Another layer of contempt appeared in Zhang Xianzhong's eyes.

Perhaps it was because of this level of headhunting experience, familiarity with the darkness of the officialdom, that Zhang Xianzhong feigned surrender several times during the anti-Ming war, repeatedly bribed Zuo Liangyu, and threw away the ancestral grave of Emperor Chongzhen. He had no choice but to do something like that Career.

But at the same time of contempt, he still needs to take advantage of this corruption. Zhang Xianzhong is also a good person who can do a good job. Seeing Xu Yongyi subdued, Zhang Xianzhong hastily punched again.

"The adults misunderstood, the little ones didn't mean that."

He winked at Song Qingshu with some meaning, Zhang Xianzhong lowered his voice, and whispered to the fat magistrate even more softly: "My lord, think about it, this stupid chef has a family and a business in Xi'an, and he has a little face." character, would he commit the great crime of exile for two cows?"

"On the contrary, this group of unscrupulous people have owed taxes for two and a half years, and cases of stealing chickens and dogs and robbing houses in their village are often reported. This village is full of unsatisfied Wang Hua. I understand, my lord has read a lot of poetry and books, who is good and who is bad, my lord, don't you feel more like a mirror in your heart?"

Xu Yongyi was taken aback when he heard this, he just wanted to get rid of these troublemakers quickly so that he could go back and drink, why did he think so much?Hearing this, he couldn't help turning his face slightly and asked, "What do you mean?"

To put it another way, Zhang Xianzhong glanced ambiguously at the group of Pengcier "old ladies" who were still waiting for Master Qingtian to decide, and said with a wicked smile: "My lord, the young ones received a report a few days ago. A robbery occurred near Diaomin Village. A group of merchants from Huizhou, with more than 300 taels of goods, were robbed. The land was sealed off and heavily guarded by the imperial court. There were no big thieves nearby. It could only be that the locals were poor and crazy. The tricksters did it!"

"There is also the noodle vendor. He is also well-known in this animal market. He is a well-known liar. Many foreigners who don't know how to do it have been introduced by him to buy stolen cattle and sick horses. There is no ill-gotten wealth in these years. There are 100 taels for 80 taels."

300 taels, one hundred and 80 taels, the two numbers immediately let Xu Yongyi know how the case was broken. Under Song Qingshu's eager gaze, the Qingtian master suddenly slapped his thigh, and the crisp sound was even better than a gavel. Shocking everyone, the Xi'an Mansion glared at the owner of the noodle stall and the old man in charge and yelled: "What a dare, I almost let you wait for such a villain to be deceived." , come here, take down all these unscrupulous people."

Originally relying on the large number of people, it was not someone else who paid the money obediently that time. Hearing the magistrate's voice, the villagers and the noodle stall owner were all stunned, knelt on the ground and kowtowed loudly in disbelief.

"Injustice!"

"Master Qingtian is the master, we are the ones who lost things, why should we be arrested?"

But at this moment, the yamen servants didn't hesitate any more. Zhang Xianzhong waved his hand, and the group of court eagles and dogs, who were even more urban management than the city management, rushed into the crowd like wolves and tigers, and put iron chains around their necks. The scene suddenly became chaotic, and the villagers retreated crying and howling.

At this time, the ugliness of human nature exploded even more. Under Song Qingshu's astonished gaze, in order to get out of the village, some people turned their backs, pointing at the old man in the head and the noodle stall owner and yelling that they were the masterminds and that they were being deceived. They came under coercion, but no yamen servant would listen to them.

Song Qingshu was stunned for a long time, his ribs were stabbed heavily by Scarface, and then he realized that even though he didn't want to, he held back his nausea and kowtowed to the ground.

"Xiaomin, thank you Master Qingtian for making the decision!"

"Haha, the Holy Son of Heaven, I'm just doing my duty." Laughing and stroking his beard, Xu Yongyi suddenly waved his hand to Zhang Xianzhong urgently: "You can deal with the matter, I will continue Drink it, yes, there is also the silly chef, it happens that all the officials of the Eastern Qin Dynasty are here, so you also come to show your hand!"

Zhang Xianzhong gave him a wink, and Song Qingshu nodded knowingly, and followed respectfully. In the blink of an eye, a big cattle fight ended with such an ending.

Listening to the wailing of the villagers behind him, Song Qingshu, who was leading the ox, felt even more clouded over his heart.

This era of cannibalism!
(End of this chapter)