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Chapter 166 Punishment (1)

Song Zhenping is now 20 years old, but all the past he has lived for others.

He couldn't imagine that if something happened to his younger siblings, what would be the meaning of his existence.

Seeing Song Zhenping burst into tears, the fat black boy froze for a while.

He only caused trouble in front of himself, and quickly sneaked to his young master's side, not daring to say more.

Zhao Tingduo, who was dressed as a soldier, didn't make a sound, but silently followed everything that happened in the Song family.

Song Zhenping really couldn't bear 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 nice words: "Brother, it's good that we're fine. Everyone has their own way of life and their own strengths. You can't expect yourself to do everything well."

Half a year ago, Song Zhenping was a boy who didn't even go out of the village, and was worried about half a grain bun.

Now it is not only necessary to accept the treasure bag of heavenly scriptures, but also to control the horses, experience murder and arson, and see those who bleed to death.

It's not bad that he can persist in this kind of thing that tempers his mood time and time again and challenges the moral bottom line.

The distance in the middle, let alone a young man like Song Zhenping who has just come into contact with the world, will collapse if he meets anyone.

Song Zhenping was happy when he first started to live a good life, but now he is in so much pain.

He wanted too much to become stronger all at once.

It never occurred to me that every thing I come into contact with now may be something that ordinary people rarely encounter in a lifetime, so it is so easy to achieve.

He has his own advantages and is good at it, but he doesn't use it in the right place.

Now the person who caught Tianxianglou still needs to be dealt with. Although Luo Baihu of the guard is in charge of the whole matter, the Song family needs to be present as the sufferer.

Song Liyun comforted Song Zhenping and asked him to stay and do what he could.

For example, clean up the damaged objects inside and outside the house, and comfort Xiaoan.

I followed Luo Baihu to the Suijin Guild Hall to deal with the affairs of the rice shopkeeper and the county government tax collector.

In the Broken Gold Guild Hall, it was crowded with people.

This time, Luo Baihu sat at the head, while Mr. Zhang and the trembling tax collector Sun sat on both sides.

Xue Zhuang, Hu Qing, and the sufferer Song Liyun stood back.

On the ground in the middle, there were a bunch of tied rice shopkeepers and several people pretending to be government servants kneeling.

Except for Han Ming hacking one to death, Hei Jin scratching another, shopkeeper Mi and the other eight were all captured.

It is indisputable to pretend to be an official to deceive businesses, to break into private houses with unruly intentions, and to get stolen goods and punish them for several crimes.

However, if you want to punish, you have to go through the procedure first, and you can't just "wrong" people.

At this time, shopkeeper Mi didn't have the original arrogance. He knelt on the ground and cried with snot and tears.

"Master Baihu, there must be a misunderstanding here.

Brother Xue agreed to sell the vermicelli to Tianxianglou, but he first broke the contract and then sold the vermicelli to others.The grassroots people just came over to ask. "

Shopkeeper Mi knew that he would not escape being punished, so he could only put aside the matter of those "yamen servants" and talk about the contract with Xue Zhuang first.

This changed the charge from pretending to be a government official to a business dispute.

"Misunderstand!"

Seeing that he was still arguing, Luo Baihu was so angry that his eyes rolled, he slapped the table, and the teacups jingled, "Okay, since you are talking about the contract, let's talk about it one by one.

Take out your contract and let me have a look, and I will return your innocence. "

Hearing that Luo Baihu wanted the deed, Shopkeeper Mi was instantly dumbfounded.

He had already torn up the contract when he threatened Xue Zhuang, and now that Luo Baihu wanted to see it, he would definitely not be able to produce anything.

Luo Baihu was dumbfounded when he saw that shopkeeper Mi was lying, and he was angry: "You are playing me for a fool, come here, hit the ten army sticks first, let him have a good memory, and know what ruthless military law is."

A sergeant immediately took out a wooden stick thicker than his arm, and the shopkeeper Mi's face turned pale: "Master Baihu, the grassroots are civilian households, not military men, and cannot use military law."

He was hit by such a thick wooden stick, and he was not one of those rough soldiers. If he was hit by a stick, the back beam would not be broken.

Luo Baihu snorted coldly: "Who says you can't use military law. I don't believe that you made a mistake in Suijin Town, and my army stick can't beat your ass."

Shopkeeper Mi didn’t dare to speak harshly anymore. Seeing that the soldier only knew how to play tricks, he hurriedly pleaded with Sun Wuming who was beside him: “Officer Sun, save me. You also saw the contract when Mr. Hong sued the official. It clearly stated the tax payment. The town sells a thousand catties of vermicelli to Tianxianglou every month, and it is not allowed to privately sell to others."

He blinked at Sun Wuming desperately, trying to escape.

Sun Wuming's face was livid at this time, he himself was a mud bodhisattva, and he couldn't save himself when crossing the river, so how could he dare to speak for Shopkeeper Mi.

But after receiving Hong Jingtian's money, he couldn't just say nothing. As for whether it was useful or not, it was up to fate.

He could only stand up and say: "Master Baihu, the little official just glanced at the deed when Hong Jingtian came to the county government to report the case, and there seemed to be...probably...there seemed to be such a sentence..."

Although the Wu Dynasty emphasized civility over military affairs, and civil officials looked down on military generals, Sun Wuming was just a low-ranking petty official, not even an official. He had to call himself a petty official in front of hundreds of military officials of the sixth rank.

Hearing Sun Wuming's testimony, the corners of Luo Baihu's mouth twitched, and he looked at him in disbelief: "I heard you right! After the plaintiff reported the case, you didn't even accept the important physical evidence, so you let the plaintiff hold it yourself, even you I didn’t even look at it carefully, this is the way to judge the case? If you want to cover up the same crime, I beat it with the army stick.”

Sun Wuming's face turned from white to blue in an instant, and he sat upright and dared not make a sound.

This is indeed a violation, and Luo Baihu deserves to be beaten up for a reason.

A hero doesn't suffer immediate losses, he can't lose his life for the 50 taels of silver.

Shopkeeper Mi was dragged out of the guild hall by the sergeant, took off his pants and pressed him on the street to start the beating.

The arm-thick wooden stick hit the meat muffled, without any deterrent effect, but the shopkeeper Ke Mi had only been hit twice, and the screams like killing a pig stopped abruptly, and he passed out.

In the barracks, all the same robes execute tortures, and the emphasis is on being fast, accurate and ruthless, and there is no need to humiliate after the beating is over.

So I didn't have the habit of waking up with cold water before beating me up, so I let shopkeeper Mi pass out and suffer less pain.

The two sergeants didn't care whether shopkeeper Mi was dizzy or dead, and "bang bang bang" directly hit ten sticks and dragged him back to the courtyard.

At this time, the unconscious shopkeeper of rice hit the ground like a bag of rice. He didn't seem to be injured, only his limp legs showed that the injury was not good.

Luo Baihu is used to seeing bloody heads, so he has little interest in beating people.

He looked at a few people in blue and gray uniforms kneeling next to shopkeeper Mi, and asked, "Sun Wuming, are these people government servants?"

Sun Wu said with a clear face, "No!"

(End of this chapter)