Datang: Changle, I really don’t have any private money for my husband

Chapter 114 Subconscious Reaction

The old man is stupid, how can he say that he is a cripple.

Although he is lame physically, he is not lame in the slightest.

He quickly took control of Lao Zhang's head, and even wanted to drag Liu Sheng into the water.

If it was an ordinary person, then the young county magistrate would naturally not be able to stand such stimuli, and he would definitely blame the old man.

But is Liu Sheng an ordinary person?
How could he be led by the nose by the cripple? Liu Sheng said coldly:
"I don't rely on your words for my face. Believe it or not, I will punish you for a big crime of disrespect!"

Startled by Liu Sheng's tone, the cripple also realized that the county magistrate is the biggest in the court, and his little cleverness can't hide Liu Sheng.

"The villain is guilty!" The cripple was frightened and broke into a cold sweat, and quickly lowered his head.

Now that he had a plan in mind, Liu Sheng let the cripple be arrogant for a while, and he might not be able to be arrogant after a while.

"Old Zhangtou, how many pots are missing from your booth?"

Hearing Liu Sheng's question, Lao Zhangtou heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, and replied:

"Lord County Magistrate, the villain has burned four cauldrons in total, and this cripple has been wandering around my booth for four or five days. Ever since he appeared, my booth has been running out of pots."

"I caught him today, but he still refuses to admit it!"

The cripple just wanted to quibble, but was frightened by Liu Sheng's glance and closed his mouth again, silently aside.

Four cauldrons, that is to say, he committed crimes on a fixed-point basis.

Is it because the old man is easy to bully, or is he relying on his status as a cripple to conceal the truth?
"Are you sure that he is really lame?" Liu Sheng suddenly asked again.

This question made old Zhangtou not know how to answer, he could only give a vague answer:
"The villain is not too sure, but he does run very fast."

In fact, he gave this answer, and Liu Sheng was very convinced in his heart.

The eyes of the cripple on the side were full of nervousness, but when he thought about the condition of his legs, as long as he didn't check carefully, he would definitely not be able to find the problem.

"Then you mean to say that his legs are indeed lame?" Liu Sheng looked at the old man, who nodded helplessly. He had no reason to lie.

Besides, he was real enough, and he really told the truth.

Hearing what old Zhangtou said, Liu Sheng looked thoughtful, and the cripple secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and his expression gradually became more natural.

"In this case, there is nothing to say." Liu Sheng tapped his fingers on the desk.

"Since you are the pot seller, it is his responsibility to slander you. As for the pot, you can take it home first."

"The next thing has nothing to do with you."

The cripple was surprised, but then came a huge surprise. He didn't expect this well-known magistrate to be a stupid official.

Old Zhangtou's eyes widened, and he was so shocked by this sudden change that he was speechless.

Why is it so easy to confirm?
Why did he lose the pot and still bear the crime?

Could it be that County Magistrate Liu and the cripple were in the same group, so they released the cripple so easily?
Not only him, but even the people around him were in an uproar, and they were almost taken aback by Liu Sheng's sudden turn.

Why did county magistrate Liu decide who was guilty so quickly? Could it be the old man's fault?
"Master County Magistrate... Is this decision too hasty?"

"You don't understand, child. You can't grasp it at all. Who knows who the prisoner is until the last moment?"

"Is that so? But I always feel that the old man was wronged, and the cripple looks very annoying."

"Don't worry, there's no telling who is the prisoner!"

"Master County Magistrate, you can't be fooled by this cripple. He looks like a sly eye at first glance, and he doesn't look like a good person at all!"

"Old Zhangtou was wronged, please change the sentence, magistrate!"

Regarding the result of Liu Sheng's judgment, the surrounding people were unexpectedly unconvinced, but out of trust in Liu Sheng, they did not publicly advise Liu Sheng.

Liu Sheng patted the gavel, coughed and said:

"quiet!"

"Under the courtroom, there is no room for loud noise!"

"Since I have made a judgment, do you still have objections? I have never wronged a single person!"

The cripple laughed all over his face, and hurriedly cupped his hands to Liu Sheng and said:
"The county magistrate is discerning, and your lord is wise!"

Liu Sheng waved his hands blankly, "This matter has nothing to do with you, it has nothing to do with anyone else, get back quickly!"

The original arrogant expression of the cripple subsided slightly, he nodded in favor, and walked towards the cauldron beside him, but he dismissed Liu Sheng in his heart.

When he passed Lao Zhangtou, the latter wanted to stop him, but he was pulled away by the servants, and finally let the lame man approach the cauldron.

Just as the cripple wanted to say something to the unconvinced old Zhang, he was scolded by Liu Shenghui again:
"It's nothing to do with others, retreat quickly, if within a few breaths, you are still in court, don't blame me for being rude!"

After receiving such a warning from Liu Sheng, the lame man dared not delay. He immediately bent down, picked up the cauldron, and trotted outside.

Subconsciously, he was not limping, but trotting normally, because Liu Sheng's judgment made him completely relieved and relaxed his vigilance.

Ever since, he subconsciously used the movement he used when he stole the pot, and ran with the pot in his arms very smoothly.

Everyone's eyes widened in an instant. This man didn't look like a cripple at all, and he didn't look like a cripple at all.

In this way, this is a liar!

"He's a liar, magistrate!" Someone reacted quickly and said it out loud immediately.

"Old Zhangtou is wronged, this is a fake cripple!"

Hearing everyone's voices, the cripple also realized that he was so happy just now that he subconsciously forgot to pretend, so he acted normally.

In an instant, the face of the fake cripple who had reacted changed, his face was pale, and he was sweating profusely.

In front of him, the yamen servants who had been prepared for a long time stopped him, and behind him was the old man's fist the size of a sandbag.

The old Zhangtou Bangbang punched him a few times and took him back to the court. The fake cripple with a bruised nose and a swollen face cried bitterly and kept begging for mercy.

Liu Sheng stopped the old man, and looked at the fake cripple without any surprise, "Didn't you think why I would let you go so easily?"

"The last person who was let go so easily by this official was Lao Liu. He has already eaten at the public house."

The fake cripple has long since lost his previous arrogance, and confessed incomparably:
"My lord, the magistrate, the villain is wrong!"

"The villain really knows his mistake!"

"Where did you go wrong?" Liu Sheng asked with a playful smile.

"A villain shouldn't steal old Zhang's pot, shouldn't make mistakes repeatedly, and shouldn't lie to the official!" The fake cripple is very self-aware and takes his mistakes squarely.