As soon as Hei Dazhuang was told, Yan Yan rolled towards him like a little meat ball. When she ran up to him, the little fat arm skillfully gathered his arms and hugged his thigh firmly.
"Uncle Lin, you're finally here, Yan Yan almost couldn't see you, woo hoo..."
The little dumpling raised his head and looked at him with big watery eyes. He pursed his lips and tears immediately flowed out. He cried and complained, looking extremely pitiful.
Lin Changyu's gloomy ice face was instantly melted by her tears. He bent down to wipe the tears on her cheeks and asked in a gentle tone: "Little guy, don't cry. Tell Uncle Lin what they did to you, and Uncle Lin will help you take revenge."
"This county magistrate is a bad official. He wants to steal our prescriptions with the Iron Rooster, and he is not willing to spend a penny. Let us give it to him for free. He is even more greedy than the Iron Rooster!
Grandma was unwilling to give him the recipe, so he had us locked up in a small dark room and gave us green-haired steamed buns to eat, hoping to poison us."
Having said this, Xiaotuanzi rubbed his stomach angrily, "You can't eat green steamed buns and stinky rice porridge. From yesterday to now, I only took two bites of steamed buns, and my stomach is almost starving."
"Hei Dazhuang, don't go to the county office yet. Go to the street and buy two buns for Yan Yan to fill her stomach." Lin Changyu felt sorry for Xiaotuanzi and gave the order again without thinking.
Hei Dazhuang scratched his head, "Sir, our money has been stolen by thieves, how can we still have money to buy buns?"
Lin Changyu: "..."
Damn, didn’t you forget this?
Lin Changyu coughed awkwardly, turned his head to look at Shu Mingli, and raised his eyebrows, his meaning was obvious.
Shu Mingli received his code and looked back at Old Man Shu, "Dad, do you still have any private money?"
Old Man Shu silently took off his worn shoes, and after digging for a long time, he pulled out a copper plate. He handed the stinking copper plate out and said with pain: "No more, I really have no money."
Yuan Song found a good opportunity to atone for his sins. He covered his head and said weakly: "Xiaguan's house has wine and food. How about you take them in for a meal first?"
Lin Changyu glanced at him and said, "Go in and get ready. By the way, don't forget to call your good relative Zhou Shengcai over. Let's sit down and have a good meal together."
After settling several groups of refugees last month, he immediately rushed to Qinshui County without stopping, wanting to see for himself how his old friends were doing.
Since he had no money, he had been frugal along the way and had not had a full meal for more than ten days. Now that someone was offering food and drinks, he naturally couldn't let it go.
Corrupt officials don’t feel bad about spending their money!
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Half an hour later, Lin Changyu and a group of people from the Shu family sat around the big dinner table, with mountains of wine and delicacies on the table.
Yuan Song and Zhou Shengcai had their own table. Placed in front of them were the moldy cornstarch and smelly porridge that the boy gave Xiaotuanzi yesterday.
Lin Changyu picked up his chopsticks and pinched a big chicken drumstick for Xiaotuanzi, then raised his head and urged Yuan Song: "Eat, if you keep moving your chopsticks, are you looking down on me?"
"No, no, I'll eat it now, sir." Yuan Song quickly picked up a green-haired steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth. The old steamed bun was so hard that when he bit it down, he almost lost two of his front teeth.
Lin Changyu looked at him with a smile and asked: "How is it? Is it delicious?"
Yuan Song endured his nausea and tried his best to swallow the buns, and forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, "Well, it's delicious. The food served by Master Zhizhou is delicious."
"If it tastes good, eat more. Don't just eat the steamed buns. Remember to drink some soup and some Chow Sang Choi. Why are you vomiting next to me? Pick up your chopsticks and start eating."
I have to say that Lin Changyu's airs were quite scary. A few words frightened the two of them to the point where they were like grandsons, and they rushed to finish the bowl of stinky porridge.
Shu Mingzhi was so happy that he laughed and taunted them: "Oh, rich people have different tastes from us poor people. A bowl of sour rice porridge tastes so delicious. Look at the bottom of this bowl. It's cleaner than a dog licking it."
Yuan Song grinned at him and wanted to give him a few compliments, but his stomach churned so much that he almost vomited when he opened his mouth.
Lin Changyu knocked on the edge of the table gently, "We are still eating, why are you vomiting?"
"Jiaguan, vomit, I know I was wrong." Yuan Song rubbed his chest, rolled his eyes and swallowed the breath. The taste was so sour and refreshing.
After helping Xiaotuanzi to vent his anger, Lin Changyu ignored them, rolled up his sleeves, and warmly greeted Mrs. Shu and others to eat.
Yuan Song and Zhou Shengcai were watching from the side. They tried to interrupt several times but were frightened back by his glare.
After two sticks of incense, the group of people finally had enough to eat and drink, and Yuan Song finally had a chance to speak for himself: "Mr. Lin, the matter of Fang Zi can actually be discussed further.
Doesn’t the old lady want a thousand taels of silver? If you want to make money, you can give me, not to mention a thousand taels, you can even give me two thousand taels.”
"No, two thousand..." Zhou Shengcai suddenly raised two thousand taels of silver on the spot. Wouldn't this cost his life?
Yuan Song covered his mouth and winked at Shu Mingzhi with a smile, "Brother, what do you think?"
Shu Mingzhi spread his hands, "It doesn't matter what I say, you ask Mr. Lin."
Lin Changyu chuckled lightly, "Yuan Song, Yuan Song, you also know that I have always been selfless and only act in accordance with the regulations. Do you think this matter can be solved with money?"
Yuan Song beeped in a low voice: "Two thousand taels is not enough, what about three thousand taels? I heard that Lord Zhizhou is still worried about the relief food for the refugees. I can donate another thousand catties of relief food."
Lin Changyu was so angry at him, "You want to kill me with your money, right? That's great, Yuan Song, I'm telling you, I want your money, and I'm taking it too!
Shu Mingli, please help me escort these two people to the Yamen. I will try the case of stealing the prescription first today."
With the gangsters who came to kidnap someone the day before yesterday, Fang Shengtian and Zhou Shengcai were found guilty of maliciously procuring a murder and wounding someone.
Since there were no serious consequences, the punishment for this crime was not severe. However, during the trial, several victims who had been oppressed by Zhou Shengcai came to complain.
Lin Changyu followed the clues they provided and found out, my dear, Zhou Shengcai is full of evil!
He relied on being a relative of the county magistrate and blindly suppressed his colleagues. He used poison and frame-up, smashed people's homes, and even killed someone.
Yuan Song was no better than him. Taking advantage of his position, he colluded with Zhou Shengcai to oppress the people, and lost a lot of benefits. The gold, silver and jewelry in that room are ready evidence.
What's even more irritating is that Lin Changyu also stole the relief food that Lin Changyu had worked so hard to collect, without even giving away a grain of rice.
This operation stepped on Lin Changyu's bottom line, and he was so angry that he investigated the case for three days without sleep, and finally rushed to report the two men's various crimes to the court.
The verdict came quickly: Zhou Shengcai committed murder and was executed at a later date; Yuan Song was dismissed from the post of county magistrate, his house was confiscated, and he was exiled.