Evil husband dressed as a desolate prince

Song Shishan and Song Shihai set up a stall in the old place, while Song Jingwen and Song Xingping went to Rongfu Restaurant to pick up their luggage.

"Old Song, what are you doing here?" Xiao Shao, who was doing odd jobs in the back kitchen, looked at Song Xingping carrying the luggage and said in surprise, "Why are you still carrying the baggage?"

Song Xingping licked his lower lip at a loss. It's better to quit than to be fired. He laughed and said, "My two apprentices have both graduated from the teacher, and the shopkeeper can keep me. No, my grandson doesn't want me Take that anger. I said hello to the shopkeeper and left."

Song Xingping pointed to Song Jingwen proudly, his words were full of complacency.

As soon as Song Xingping arrived in the back kitchen, the shopkeeper knew about it.I thought that the old man brought someone to deliver the recipes in a sensible way, but I didn't know that he wanted to pick someone up.

The shopkeeper glanced at the two of them contemptuously, and the visitor said unkindly, "Hey, Master Song, why don't you stop doing it? Our friendship for so many years is here."

Song Xingping bent down slightly, and nodded habitually, "My grandson said that there is a shortage of people in the family, and the farm work in the field can't take care of it, so let me go back and help."

Shopkeeper Zhao let out a long sigh, and suddenly shouted, "Then you stole the recipe from the restaurant, what about this matter?"

Song Xingping panicked, this was completely unfounded, he straightened his waist and said in a deep voice, "Don't be bloody, when did I get the recipes from the restaurant, but I have been doing it for so many years, and the skills are all given by the two people you have cultivated. Stolen."

What he said was merciless, shopkeeper Zhao was annoyed in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, and without changing his face, he summoned the two restaurant guys, "Whether you secretly hand it over to the county magistrate to decide, I'm going to arrest you and send you to the official. "

Song Jingwen was at a loss at first, but gradually understood the meaning behind the words. He stood behind Song Xingping who still wanted to explain, and asked with a smile, "Then what recipe did my grandpa steal? Could it be spicy shrimp?"

Shopkeeper Zhao narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at the young man in front of him, "What kind of recipes, just look through his baggage."

Two guys snatched Song Xingping's bag, and sure enough, they found a few pieces of paper inside, on which were roughly written the methods of making several dishes.

Song Jingwen snorted, this method was too low-end, he frowned slightly, and said fearlessly, "Report to the official, compare the handwriting and you will know."

Influenced by his previous life, Song Jingwen still has a positive attitude towards the laws of the country.

Shopkeeper Zhao's eyes were cloudy, and he snorted, he had already taken care of the county magistrate's side, just in case Song Xingping didn't cooperate.

A group of people came to the county government. Song Xingping held Song Jingwen's hand vigorously. He was obviously very worried and wanted to comfort Song Jingwen. It’s enough for the family to send some money to the county magistrate. They will never let them touch you, I just asked Xiao Tiao to call your uncle, our Song family is not empty!”

Song Jingwen already knew from Feng Wu that the county magistrate in Ningchang Town was a nosy master, as long as the money was paid, he would turn a blind eye to everything, and the one who really saw the details was the master in the hall.

But Song Jingwen's gamble was that with so many people watching, he didn't believe that the county magistrate could turn death into a living under the watchful eyes of everyone.

When Song Jingwen and others were led into the lobby, Feng Wu was playing chess with his master.Seeing Song Jingwen among them, he left the mess and ran away, passing the crowd and going straight to Song Jingwen, Song Xingping blocked it reflexively.

"Brother Song, why are you here? This is it?" Feng Wu looked at these people, and it was obvious that there were two groups. Did Song Jingwen cause trouble?

"I'm here to sue. Manager Zhao of Rongfu Restaurant slandered my grandpa for stealing recipes." Song Jingwen shouted righteously, "Some people can't grow black, but their hearts also follow. Be a person with integrity, and walk crooked ways every day. One day the boat will capsize in the gutter."

Shopkeeper Zhao said with a thick neck and blushing face, "Old man who jumped on the beam, how can the truth be decided by the elder for us, so there is no room for you to talk nonsense."

If someone beats the drum, the magistrate will naturally be promoted.He sat upright in the hall, and when he looked closely, he already had a decision in his heart.

Shopkeeper Zhao is already an acquaintance, and he has handed over a lot of money to himself every year.As for the other two, they looked like paupers at first glance, and this case no longer needed to be tried.

The county magistrate winked at the master, meaning that this case should not be serious.The master shook his head helplessly, and put the so-called stolen goods in front of the county magistrate. There was also a piece of crooked handwriting written by Song Xingping, which was obviously not done by one person.

The magistrate of the county pretended to be blind, threw away a few pieces of waste paper, and announced with a slap on the gavel, "Song Xingping committed the crime of stealing the recipes of Rongfu Restaurant, and he is now ordered to pay for the loss of Rongfu Restaurant, 50 taels of silver and the recipes. Return the property to the original owner. Add [-] boards and execute the sentence immediately."

"My lord, I'm wronged. Song Xingping doesn't know how to write. He just copied that piece of paper. How could he steal the recipe? My lord doesn't know that shopkeeper Zhao actually failed because he forced me to hand over the spicy shrimp recipe." This is the worst policy." Song Jingwen refused to accept, he looked at the magistrate resentfully, and hoped to convince others with reason.

Song Jingwen held his breath, it was unlucky to have such a county magistrate who didn't know right from wrong.If he had acted impulsively, it would be absolutely impossible for this matter to be good.At that time, it will not be a crime of theft, but a serious crime of beating an official of the court.

The magistrate of the county sat up straighter when he heard the words, and shopkeeper Zhao hurriedly continued, "My lord, this man is a pack of nonsense! How could my dignified restaurant value the things in his hands and put him in my shop to do odd jobs? It's an eyesore."

The county magistrate pretended to think about it, and then raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't talk nonsense, boy, the shopkeeper Zhao has shown mercy so that the old man will not go to jail, and you still beat him back, you really have a heart of snakes and scorpions."

Song Jingwen exuded hostility all over his body, and his fingers creaked.If it is true that the first level of the official university crushes people, it is no wonder that so many people have to take the scientific examination after studying hard for decades. Those with official positions are simply the privileged class.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Feng Wu took a step forward and couldn't bear to say, "My lord, if you go down twenty boards, you may die. This old man may not be able to survive."

The county magistrate waved his hand indifferently, "It's not that there is still that kid, he can also fight for him. That's it, retreat!"

As a parental officer, he can't handle cases fairly and doesn't take human life seriously, so it's no wonder he raises a government servant like Zhang Erquan who runs amok in the countryside.

"My lord, please spare me. You can't hit him. My eldest grandson is very weak after recovering from a serious illness. You should hit me, an old man. Old man's life is worthless." The gully around Song Xingping's eyes was filled with bitter tears. Kowtowing his head, he bumped into a bright red spot on his forehead.

He pulled Song Jingwen to wipe away his tears, "Give it to him, to shopkeeper Zhao, we don't want it anymore. Ah, no more, we want to be private."

The county magistrate got a headache from the quarrel between the grandparent and grandson, and impatiently slapped the gavel again, "If you make any more noise, everyone will go get the board."

The yamen guards escorted Song Jingwen and Song Xingping to the execution, the magistrate turned around and left, but was stopped before he could go out the side door, "Sir, stay!"

The visitor was dressed in a long silk gown, with a bun in his hair, and said respectfully, "I hope you will be merciful."

The magistrate of the county suppressed his anger faintly, but the visitor was not timid at all, calm and restrained.The county magistrate saw that he looked like a servant, but he was so well dressed, and he was surprised for a while.

Feng Wu passed the message on behalf of the visitor, and whispered a few words to the county magistrate, and the county magistrate's attitude immediately changed 180 degrees.

"Quickly, quickly, let them go." The county magistrate hurriedly shouted at a few stunned yamen servants, and ordered with a straight face in everyone's suspicious eyes, "Zhao Wanbo slandered others for stealing, beating Twenty big boards to make an example, and compensate Song Xingping with 50 taels of silver."

After taking this trip, Song Jingwen got 50 taels of silver instead.He couldn't help shaking his head, but it's a pity that if the shopkeeper Zhao had raised the price to 50 taels earlier, and his attitude was not so arrogant, there would be no such thing as today.

After the county magistrate finished speaking, he winked at the master, and the master followed him understandingly.The county magistrate's behavior this time is really strange, there must be something wrong in it.I don't know what kind of message that kid Feng Wu passed to the county magistrate, but in Ningchang Town, there are still dignified county magistrates who would be afraid.

Here, Song Xingping made a false alarm and passed out as soon as he left the Yamen.

Song Shishan and Song Shihai hurriedly dragged each other. Song Jingwen looked at the arms around his waist and was speechless for a while. He pulled Song Shishan's hand and curled his lips, "Third Uncle, I'm really fine, but Grandpa was scared."

Song Shishan still restlessly supported Song Jingwen's back, and Song Jingwen jumped uncomfortably, but he was also in a cold sweat from the fright.

The yamen is "mighty" at every turn, which is quite bluffing.

Remembering Feng Wu's kindness, Song Jingwen clasped his fists at him and made an appointment for a meeting in a restaurant two days later.

Waves of wailing came from the Yamen, Song Xingping was startled awake abruptly, and touched his ass with lingering fear, if it wasn't for the young man who suddenly appeared, he would be the one who was being hit by the board at this moment.

Looking back, the young man in silk clothes was still standing aside, neither urging nor impatient.

Song Jingwen couldn't guess who this is, or Song Shishan reacted first, smiled at the young man apologetically, and then introduced to Song Jingwen, "This is Che Yang, his young master asked him to come over and invite you to go and talk. Knowing that you were taken to the yamen, I followed this trip. This little brother came to our house to buy chili powder before, but you were not there at the time."

Song Shishan laughed foolishly after finishing speaking, "I really have to thank you very much, talk to Master Che well, and don't mess with him. This is our Song family's great benefactor."

Song Xingping also echoed, "Eldest grandson, you go with this little brother."

Even if they didn't say anything, Song Jingwen planned to take a walk.If he could hug the big man's thigh, would he still be afraid that the magistrate would find fault?The feeling of not being hard in the backstage is too uncomfortable. No one has ever cared about the life and death of ants.

The author has something to say: Boss Song’s diary on October 14, 4.16th year of Yuanlong calendar

I took my daughter-in-law to Yunguo, an endless grassland.My daughter-in-law really chatted with the group of boys who rode horses and drank milk, and a small group was established in just a few days.He even invited people to play in Jia's country. I was afraid that his little brothers would be arrested as spies.It seems that I have to figure out a way.

Damn it... good people always have great responsibilities.

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Zituiyan;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Wu 5 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!