Yipin Danxian

Chapter 3
The hanging documents made Wu Sheng calm down a lot, but he still didn't move rashly. He was not familiar with the place in Yingdu, so he hid in place for two days, and then went out of the city after looking for an opportunity.

Back at Bailongchi, still under the stone bridge, Wu Sheng gnawed the jerky in his arms until his mouth was full of oil.After eating, I fell asleep on the spot, but this time I slept very restlessly, and woke up immediately when there was a slight disturbance.

In the afternoon, a group of guards from the state of Chu suddenly came to Bailongchi. From what they looked like, they seemed to be stationed here.

There were not many guards in this group, that is, more than twenty people, but Wu Sheng was forced to stay no longer, and finally stayed in a corner with some difficulty until dark, so he hurried over the wall and went out.

There is really no place to go, so I can only temporarily stay in the firewood shed of a certain family in Guorenfang.

Suddenly someone shouted outside: "I got it! I got it"

Immediately, many people poured out from various houses: "Have you caught the assassin?"

Wu Sheng trembled and hid in the haystack without moving.

I only heard the noise outside: "Where? Where?"

"Is it an assassin?"

"I saw it first"

"I saw it together, you want to spoil my share? Black-hearted things."

"Go and call Fangjia"

Wu Sheng probably understood that it was not he who exposed Xingzang, but a person was caught in the workshop, so he carefully pushed aside some thatch and looked out through the gap.

Sure enough, he saw a disheveled man kneeling on the street not far away, surrounded by a group of Chinese people from the workshop, each carrying a knife, stick, and rake.

Not long after, Fang Jia rushed over: "Another one was caught? Did you see clearly?"

"It should be, that's right."

"There is still an injury on the back. Didn't the notice say that the assassin was injured?"

The people of the country said one after another.

Fang Jia dragged the man by the hair, dragged him to the wall of the square, held a torch to his face, and compared it with the portrait on the notice to identify it, but he couldn't figure out why after looking at it for a long time.

Someone next to him said: "Yes, yes, it's very similar!"

Another human said: "Send it to the court first, and then talk about it, what if it is?"

Another human said: "Even if they are not, they are still savages or slaves. Savages are not allowed to stay in the city, and slaves are not allowed to flee privately. They are all illegal, and they will be rewarded as well."

The man struggled to himself: "It's not an assassin, it's not an assassin, don't blame me."

However, his entreaties were useless, and he was dragged away by a group of people.

Wu Sheng, who was in the haystack, thought about it carefully. According to what he meant, Nanfang had already caught more than one "assassin", and there must be many other places as well.

Since so many assassins have been caught.
Wu Sheng's eyes lit up.

After thinking about it for a long time, he got out from the haystack, his body was covered with grass roots and sprouts, and he messed up his hair before he swaggered outside.

He chose a house at random, climbed over the low earthen wall, looked up and saw strings of dried meat hanging from the eaves, and couldn't help sighing secretly, the people in Yingdu are rich.

It happened that I was very hungry, so I picked a bunch, and sat in the small courtyard to eat and munch.

The door opened, and a hunting bow came out with arrows on it. The bow was held by an old man, followed by an old woman, holding a rolling pin in her hand.

Wu Sheng stuffed the jerky into his mouth, wiped the oil stains around his mouth, and raised his hands: "I'm sorry, old man, I'm really hungry. I ate a piece of meat. If you want to beat or punish, you can do whatever you want. Of course, I suggest that it is best to send me to the police."

The two sides confronted each other for a while, and the old woman suddenly said, "Come here, the assassin has been caught! There is an assassin!"

The surrounding neighbors immediately opened their doors, and many people rushed towards this side.

Wu Gao raised his hands and spun around to show harmlessness: "I don't have a sword on me."

Before he finished speaking, a rolling pin was hit on the back of his head, and he fell down immediately.

I heard the old woman shouting: "My family caught it, my family knocked it out, and the bounty is my family's big head!"

Wu Sheng was in a semi-dizzy state, and he didn't dare to stand up. He just covered his head with both hands, and kept arguing: "Don't hit, don't hit, I don't have a sword, I won't hurt anyone."

Two young men in their prime lifted him up and dragged him under the wall of the workshop. Wu Sheng tried his best to lift his head up, revealing his face, the left side and the right side, so that they could identify him as clearly as possible.

In a short while, Fang Jia arrived again, muttering: "I just sent it to the court temple, why is there another one? I sent five today."

The question of whether Wu Sheng's appearance is similar to the portrait sparked a debate again, but the result of the debate was naturally fruitless. No matter what, Fang Jia made another trip and sent Wu Sheng to the court temple.

The palace was very busy. After Wu Sheng was sent in, someone immediately stripped him naked to check whether he had any wounds and whether he was in line with the wanted notice.

Afterwards, he washed his face with water to see if there were tattoos on the tattoo. If so, he was a fugitive slave. The tattoos of each family were different, so he would be sent back to whichever family he belonged to. He might be executed after being sent back.

After the inspection, it will be registered by the temple official.

The little official who registered and compiled the book was numb and asked, "What's your name? Where is your home?"

Wu Sheng replied: "The villain Ji Bai has no home, and hangs around in the city begging for food."

Claiming to be a villain means that he is not a native of the country, but a savage; saying that he is homeless means that he is not from Yingdu, but a refugee among savages.

The little official agreed with this, and directly wrote down notes on the bamboo slips, and then asked Fang Jia: "What's the reason?"

Fang Jia said: "It's still an assassin."

The little official shook his head, without further explanation, he asked again: "Is there any other crime?"

Fang Jia said: "He stole the meat from Liushe's old Yangtou's house, and he took it down."

The clerk nodded: "Understood, let's wait for the disposal."

Fang Jia asked: "Is there any reward?"

The little official said: "Correction report to the savage to stay in the city, twenty yuan, and I will get it in a few days."

Fang Jia nodded, but still a little unwilling: "Not an assassin?"

The little official sneered: "If it's really an assassin, can the old sheep take it?"

Fang Jia sighed and left sullenly.

The prison is located in the southwest corner of the court temple. Fang Fangzheng dug a big hole, which is about ten feet deep. Inside, the cells are separated by wooden stakes, and the top is sealed with logs.

Wu Sheng was sent down and locked in a cell, where he suddenly felt the smell was pungent.

There are more than a dozen people locked in this cell, all of whom were "assassins" caught in the past one or two days. Apart from this cell, the ones on the left and right are also "assassins."There are so many people eating and drinking all in one place, how can the taste be so good?

However, for Wu Sheng, entering here means safety.

According to the usual practice, savages and refugees will be driven out of the city after receiving certain punishments. The next thing Wu Sheng has to do is to wait.

The food in the prison was really hard to eat. There were two spoonfuls of mush in a broken earthen jar, and it was impossible to tell what it was. There was only one meal a day.

Wu Sheng's ability to adapt is fairly strong. He couldn't eat it on the first day, and he finished it on the second day. On the third day, he started to compete with other prisoners for food—and he won. He wrote a letter of challenge and asked him to fight again tomorrow, the winner will get to eat!
It's a pity that the appointment failed to be reached, and assassins were sent in continuously, and the prison couldn't hold it anymore.

Early in the morning, a monk came to the court temple to feel the pulse of the prisoners who were captured under the name of "Assassin".

When it was Wu Sheng's turn, the monk grabbed his wrist, and after a sharp pain, he was let go.

Wu Sheng, who had no cultivation base, was sent to another thatched cottage, knocked down on the spot, and whipped.

The punishment of caning: the savage stays in the city, three whips, one for stealing meat, and five whips, totaling eight whips.

These eight whips were beaten, and Wu Sheng was so painful that one soul came out of his body and two souls ascended to heaven. When he was beaten, he regretted it seriously. If he knew it, he would not eat that piece of jerky. It hurts!

(End of this chapter)