Ding Tian's Ancient Life

When they were studying history, they heard about some methods of execution.

There are countless ways to tamper with secretly, among them is this kind of beating that looks serious, but it is not serious in fact;

In ancient times, the internal organs were injured, but it was a very serious matter.

There is also the super expert, who can break bones with one plank; two planks can make people vomit blood;

One life was lost within ten boards.

I thought it was a legend at the time, but I didn't expect him to hear about it so soon.

"The torture officials in the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice are all masters among masters, and they are all methods passed down in their families." Wang Zuo enjoyed Ding Tian's expectant eyes while eating.

Ding Tian didn't delay eating, but he didn't delay asking Wang Zuo some questions: "Is there any master who can cut people into pieces? The Ling Chi one?"

Wang Fugui couldn't take it anymore, he saw Ding Tian eating a mouthful of braised pork, and asked the prince this question, he immediately felt blocked.

panic.

However, Jin Jia was also quite interested: "Is there any?"

"Yes." Wang Zuo nodded: "More than one, there are [-] companies that have this kind of craft. They strip prisoners naked, and then use the finest

When the small fishing net is tightened, the meat will protrude from the mesh, and then use the fastest and thinnest small blade to cut off piece by piece...

"

Wang Fugui saw that Ding Tian was listening the most seriously, and he was overwhelmed with admiration in his heart. What kind of pot goes with what kind of lid, these two people are simply too good for each other.

And the appearance of Jin Jia also made Wang Fugui deeply impressed by this "Mr" whom he met for the first time!

It was rare for Wang Zuo to open his mouth, and he said a lot of things, basically related to torture, and Ding Tian also said something he knew, and he did not advocate violent torture: "Torture is a discipline. For delicate work, don’t always dip the whip in cold water, or if you are more ruthless, dip it in salt water to whip people. If you are so strong, you will not ask anything even if you beat the person to death. It is not worthwhile to lose an opportunity for nothing. ?”

"Then what can you do?" Wang Zuo was more interested in Ding Tian's words.

He also knew that it was fine for Ding Tian to speak harshly, but he had zero practical experience.

Just relying on his own boring imagination, he doesn't know what to do.

"The reform-through-labor education I mentioned before is for prisoners, but for those criminal suspects... well, for those guys who have just been arrested and have to give a confession, they will be interrogated first, and he refuses to answer, or Deceive the government...." Ding Tian's meaning is very simple, this interrogation must also have methods, and it cannot rely entirely on torture, that is too violent, and some unjust, false and wrong cases will happen.

As for Jin Jia, he was talking about his autopsy while eating the meat.

The three of them all have something they want to express, drinking a little wine, chatting with themselves and the tempered person... Wang Zuo probably never felt this way, anyway, he likes this atmosphere very much, once he likes it, I don't like to leave the banquet, the three of them drank too much, and their tongues are hard when they speak.

In the end, it was Ding Tian's words that caught their attention. What Ding Tian said was a term they had never heard of, called "psychological

terror".

Here is a small example: you tie a man to a pillar so that he cannot see his hands, and you cut a knife on his wrist, don’t cut it, as long as it makes people feel it, but you have to tell him that you used very The sharp knife cut his wrist, and his blood kept bleeding!

After an hour, it will be streamed, and the streamer will die naturally.

Put another wooden barrel next to it, and a small hole was opened in the barrel to let the water drip into the copper basin. Tell him that this is the sound of his blood dripping into the copper basin. When the water in the barrel runs out, the person will die.

In fact, he didn't have the slightest wound on his body.That's psychological horror, he killed himself.

"Instead of knives and water, you can also use a candle, burn it just once, put it in his hand, let him feel the heat, tell him it's burning him, he'll end up with blisters all over his body, really It's like being roasted by a fire..." Ding Tian passed out drunk as he spoke, and fell asleep while lying there.

Jin Jia was similar. After eating and drinking, he lay there very honestly and went to meet Zhou Ding.

Only Wang Zuo was still sitting there tasting wine: "Did you hear what happened just now?"

"I heard." Wang Fugui bowed and lowered his head.

"Go back and ask someone to try it, see if it is the same as what Ding Tian said?" Wang Zuo didn't look back, watching the two busy swallows flying around outside the window: "Interrogation, interrogation and torture... interesting."

In fact, Ding Tian didn't know why he was bald after drinking too much, anyway, he just got up the next morning, his head was dizzy, and his stomach was very hungry. The most important thing was that he had to put water on!

It feels like my bladder is about to burst!

He quickly ran out to put some water, felt comfortable, came back and washed his hands, breakfast was already set, Jin Jia was also sitting there rubbing his head, waiting for Ding Tian to come over for dinner: "Your wine here is really good, I drank a little too much... …”

"Everyone, each other!" Ding Tian hurriedly washed his face, and without tidying up his clothes, went up to the pit and sat cross-legged in front of the dining table, watching for a long time: "Where's that one?"

"I don't know!" Jin Jia picked up the millet porridge and took a sip: "I just woke up not long ago."

"Oh, forget it, just prepare yourself, and go to work with me tomorrow." Ding Tian Xili snorted while eating.

After breakfast, the nausea finally disappeared, and he was a lively young man again.

Then Ding Tian took a day off and went to find Cui Jiu.

Today's Cui Jiu is still at his home, waiting for Ding Tian's arrival. This is the time they agreed upon. After the Dragon Boat Festival, Cui Jiu will follow Ding Tian to "reform through labor".

Cui Jiu's home is large, but dilapidated. Ding Tian knows that Cui Jiu's only insistence is not to sell the ancestral house. This is the memory of him and his parents.

Cui Jiu felt that if he sold his ancestral house, he would be a duckweed without roots.

This is the same reason as Jin Jia's poor are begging for food, and they still don't sell their houses.

"Are you in good health?" Ding Tian was sitting in a simple room, drinking plain water. There was no way, Cui Jiu's house had no tea leaves, not to mention tea leaves, even if there was no foam in the tea leaves. There was a big empty bowl for Ding Tian to drink. Boiled water is already good. "It's all good." Cui Jiu blushed a little, and the rascal finally felt embarrassed.

In fact, this house is not bad. There are three entrances to the big house, and there is a large garden with almost three acres of land behind. Originally, Cui Jiu's parents wanted to build a small two-story embroidery building in the garden, so that they could live in the daughter in the future. , As a result... Now this garden has been changed into a vegetable garden, which is full of various vegetables. This is one of the few things that Cui Jiu can rely on himself.

He rents out the ten acres of land on the outskirts of the city every year, and collects grain as rent, which is enough for him to eat alone. This is his survival.

The way.

Occasionally, he went out to be a rogue to make some money, and he spent all the money on drinking and eating meat. Anyway, he was full and the whole family was not hungry.

It's just that Ding Tian is the only more formal guest he has visited for so many years, so he is also a little embarrassed.

"That's fine. I've already tidied up the pastry shop. I'll take you there to have a look today. It's up to you in the future. Work hard. You are a man. You will stand up in the future, marry a daughter-in-law, and have a few children properly." , to prop up the Cui family, the loss of the Cui family mansion does not mean that your Cui family will disappear, understand?" Ding Tian knew that the ancients valued inheritance and heirs, even if he was a scoundrel, he didn't want no one to burn paper on his grave in the future.

"Yes, yes!" Cui Jiu was excited: "I will definitely do it well!"

The law and order situation in Fucheng is still pretty good now, because the old scoundrels, hooligans, etc., are almost dead. In addition, people from the Peking University Camp have always been stationed here in Fucheng. Even if the war is over, semi-military control is still in place. Therefore, the current three northeastern prefectures are a vacuum for the underworld.

And Ding Tian also wanted to use this time to get Cui Jiu out of the circle of scoundrels and become a prodigal son who turned back.

He took Cui Jiu to the shop, and now the shop was cleaned up, and Ding Tian took Cui Jiu to the kitchen, which was already filled with ground materials: "Let me tell you, I will teach you how to make two kinds of pastries. As the shop's signature pastry, and the rest of the furnace fruit, peach cakes and so on, you can make it yourself!"

"Okay!" Cui Jiu was a little nervous when he was doing serious things for the first time.

Ding Tian made two snacks for him to see, and then told him: "Milk cake can be anything you want, but scallion oil can be made into a series, small biscuits, big biscuits, soda biscuits..."

"I understand!" Cui Jiu's eyes brightened: "I think it can be made smaller, so that people can eat two in one bite. In that case, it will be more popular..."

"You can figure it out on your own, and leave this shop to you. Remember, if you make money, you and I will get fifty-five cents. I don't care about anything. But if anyone bullies you, you can find me." Ding Tian patted He gave me a small box: "This is for change, after

There are materials in the head room, which are enough for you to make for three days. I will send you some materials every three days. They are all ground and ready-made materials, and there are clean clothes for you to wear inside. Remember, this is for making The food you eat cannot be soiled, and you have to wash it off every day... "

Hygiene must be done well, cooking and food is not like other industries, if you don't pay attention to hygiene, you will be in big trouble.

"I remember!" Cui Jiu hugged the change box: "Don't worry, if I don't do well again, I will sell the house, dig a hole in front of my parents' grave, and bury it for myself!"

"Do well, your parents are watching you!" Ding Tian patted on the shoulder, although Ding Tian was much younger than Cui Jiu, Cui Jiu felt that Ding Tian was more mature than him.

The next day, someone from Ding Tian's shop gave Cui Jiu a plaque: Cui's shop.

The signboard is very bright, with a plaque made of mahogany on it, with red and black characters written on it.

But the inscription is "Ning Wangzuo's own handwriting", and then "Wu Ning six years Xia Jihai year Gengwu month Bingzi day"

With such a plaque, the first three dim sum shops in the city originally wanted to find bad luck for this one, but now they dared not, and instead sent gifts over when they opened.

The opening was very low-key, very simple, just put a hanging whip at the door, and then uncovered the red cloth, it was considered open.

There are many people who join in the fun in the city. When someone sees a new dim sum shop opening, they go to have a look. What good dim sum are there?

Cui Jiu was alone. Fortunately, Ding Tian was afraid that he would be too busy, so he asked Ma Liu's family to help.

Ma Liu's family and his daughter are busy making pastries in the back kitchen, Cui Jiu collects the money, Ma Xiaofeng weighs the pastries, and Ma Liu helps pack them.

People in Fucheng have never eaten biscuits and milk cakes, but they think it is fresh. A sweet snack is nothing, but a salty one is interesting, and there is soda, what is soda?

"What is soda?" Wang Zuo didn't quite understand, so he simply asked Ding Tian.

Ding Tian brought him some snacks, including milk cakes, scallion biscuits, soda biscuits, and ordinary congee and peach shortbread.

The first three items are for appearance, and the last two items are for civilians, and the price is cheap.

"Soda is something extracted from alkali." Ding Tian explained, but Wang Zuo couldn't understand it, so he didn't say much: "You just need to know that it tastes good."

Wang Zuo didn't bother with it any more: "Your dim sum shop has opened, congratulations."

"Thank you!" Ding Tian thanked him sincerely: "As soon as your plaque is hung on it, my guest will come like a cloud!"