The Farmer’s Eldest Daughter Has a Spatial Pocket

Gu Yundong and Shao Qingyuan looked at each other and said to the yamen who came over, "I'm sorry to bother you, let them go."

The yamen was stunned, "Let the people go? That's it?"

"Yes, then, we can do it by ourselves, please." Shao Qingyuan took two pieces of silver from his sleeve and handed it over, "This is for everyone to drink, and they came here specially today."

The yamen accepted the money, and the smile on his face became brighter.

Although they came here for the sake of the Shao family's good relationship with the prefect, they finally caught the person, but they didn't do anything and asked to put the person back. Played the same.

However, Young Master Shao would be a man, so he was willing to make more trips if the money was given.

The yamen put the money away and left in good spirits.

He quickly came to the yamen, went directly to the yamen's prison, came to Yang Wenli and the steward who were thrown in the cell, and looked down at them, "You can go."

Yang Wenli was so sore from being beaten that he didn't have a doctor to see him. He was still lying on the straw pile and moaning.

He didn't react when he heard the sound that they could go, but the person in charge immediately rushed to the door, "Really? Can we go?"

"Of course it's true, but the premise is that you compensate the Shao family for their losses." The yamen said, "The matter has been found out, you are indeed going to make trouble, pretending to be sick to destroy the family's happy housewarming, and bring very bad things to the family. The influence and troubles, so the Shao family asked you to pay fifty taels of silver, give it, and you can leave."

The steward was stunned, "Fifty taels? But they beat our master."

"Then you beat the two little beggars to death before, why not?"

"It's just two beggars, how can we talk to our master..."

Before he could finish speaking, the yamen in front of him suddenly slapped the door frame heavily, "What are you talking about? What happened to the little beggar? That little beggar is also a little beggar in our Xuanhe Mansion, more valuable than your masters, and they were beaten by you. If you lose half your life, your master's injuries will be paid to them."

The person in charge was so choked that he couldn't say a word, and his face was a little suffocated.

Don't you just bully them outsiders?

But he looked at the impatient look on the yamen's face, and knew that if he continued, he would not be able to end up.

Fifty taels, just fifty taels, although for them now, fifty taels are quite a lot of money.

The steward turned his head to look at Yang Wenli, "Master..."

Yang Wenli had already recovered and heard the conversation between them. He knew that these people would not dare to do anything to him.

He is a scholar, and he has a reputation.

However, he also knew that his injuries were a bit serious, and if he delayed another quarter of an hour, he would suffer for a quarter of an hour.

Isn't it fifty-two? As long as you go out from this ghost place, you will be happy to spend this little money.

As long as he leaves, there is always a way to get it back.

Therefore, Yang Wenli nodded and took out the silver note from his arms with some difficulty with his fingers.

After the steward took it, he hurriedly handed it over.

The yamen sneered, and then opened the door of the cell, "Come out."

Yang Wenli came out. He was badly injured, so he could only put most of his body weight on the steward, and he limped out slowly.