I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

Drinking orders are a kind of culture on the drinking table of the people of Tang Dynasty.

Such as punching and throwing pots, these are called orders. This method of helping wine is usually used by ordinary people or warriors when they are eating wine.

And the "Yaling" that this person said was another way.

Scholars think it's rude to babble.

What's more, when they practiced wine orders, they more or less had a mentality of competition in their hearts, who had the best literary talent?Who is the most knowledgeable?

Poetry solitaire, guessing pairs, and even counting are among them.

Among the imperial examinations in the Tang Dynasty, there is a separate "numerical subject", which examines arithmetic ability.

"What's the point of this?" Someone asked with a smile.

In the past, the drinking order was an unspeakable fine - but now they were eager to drink and eat some good food.

The person who proposed waved his hand: "One person must not repeat a poem about eating and drinking. If he can't say it well, he will be punished with a glass of wine. You can only drink, and you can't eat vegetables."

"If it comes up, I'm allowed to have a bite of food."

This rule is just right.

Winners eat food, losers drink.

"I'll be the wine order." A person volunteered, said and fished out a skewer from the plate, and started to eat it.

Others looked sideways.

It is too clear why this person has a drinking order. There is no limit, and he can steal some.But no one stopped him, everyone had the opportunity to make wine orders.

Yin Xuan watched from the side very pleased.

Finally, there are some normal people in my restaurant. This kind of atmosphere is very good, and it is also a joy to let my sister realize that studying is also a happy thing.

Yin Lulu ate the skewers happily, never thinking that what would happen to her next.

Chang'an County Government.

Shopkeeper Happy Lin has been locked up for a month.

Since he was imprisoned, except for the people who provided meals twice a day, he hadn't seen a single person—there wasn't even a rat in this place, and rats were not rare to come to such a greasy place.

The food is not good, there is little soup and water, and sometimes it is rotten - no one will cook the food in the cell every day.

Usually they get copper coins for asking questions, and after returning home, they buy food and vegetables, and ask their mother-in-law to cook them.

Human nature is like this, so it should be withheld to some extent, after all, prisoners locked in cells have no human rights.

And in order to save trouble and save firewood, the rice is cooked for seven or eight days at a time, and it will go bad if left for a long time.

Compared with torture, this method is the most exhausting.

In the first few days, shopkeeper Happy Lin made a fuss a few times, throwing the thatch out of the cell, dropping the bowl for eating, and yelling.

But no matter what kind of movement he made, no one would pay attention to him.

Gradually, he gave up struggling and curled up in the corner like a dead pig. Occasionally, a little sunlight coming in through the window was a great gift.

This is also a method of interrogation in the Yamen.

Like this kind of prisoner who has conclusive evidence, after being arrested, if nothing else, he will be locked up in a cell for a few months, and his heart will be worn out. If he loses his heart, it will be easy to deal with, and what to ask and what to say.

Shopkeeper Happy Lin couldn't see the future, he didn't know how long he would be locked up here - until late autumn, or until winter?
What's more, it's even related to his own death?

Once this kind of idea is born, it is like the first mold spot on fruit, the first cockroach in the house, and the first mouse in the rice warehouse.

Before it was time for dinner, Wen Shi came over and knocked on the door twice.

Shopkeeper Happy Lin in the cell didn't respond at all.

Asking about the matter increased his strength: "That man inside, wake up."

Shopkeeper Happy Lin reacted a bit, struggled to get up from the thatched bed, and walked to the railing of the cell: "Master, are you calling me?"

Wen Shi nodded: "The county magistrate is going to interrogate you, do you know what to say and what not to say?"

Shopkeeper Happy Lin nodded heavily, his tone a little excited: "I save it, I save it."

Only then did Wen Shi pick up the key, open the cell door, and release the very smelly shopkeeper Happy Lin, leading him all the way to the county government lobby.

Besides him, there was also the man who was hired by the shopkeeper of Happy Lin to kill Tongwa's gang.

The man's mental state is obviously much better than his.

Although it was equally dirty, it could barely be seen that it looked human.

Yang Zuan looked at the two stinky people standing under the hall, frowned slightly, reached out and waved his hand in front of his nose, and turned to the shopkeeper of Happy Lin: "You hired someone to collect debts, but the debt collector accidentally killed someone, You can plead guilty to this."

Shopkeeper Happy Lin nodded quickly: "Plead guilty, villain plead guilty."

Yang Zuan turned his head and looked at the man.

The man said in a low voice, "I also plead guilty."

Yang Zuan narrowed his eyes, and the effect of shutting him down for a month was just like this. If there was no such a step, he would have to go through a lot of wrangling.

"Since the two of you have pleaded guilty, according to Tang law, manslaughter can be redeemed with copper." Yang Zui smiled and said softly to the man, "Although you killed the man yourself, you are not the mastermind in this case. Law, ten copper guan, do you have any objections?"

The man shook his head.

Yang Zuan paused for a moment, and then said to the shopkeeper of Happy Lin: "You are the mastermind, and you are fined fifty coppers, do you have any objections?"

Shopkeeper Happy Lin widened his eyes and looked at Yang Zuan in disbelief.

Fifty strings?
How come there are so many of them?
Even if you are the mastermind, you shouldn't be like this
Yang Zuan raised his eyebrows, and seeing that the shopkeeper of Happy Lin did not reply, he said softly: "What, you have objections? In that case, come here, and take them down, I will do the thinking and renegotiate the agreement again." thing."

The man next to him glared fiercely at the shopkeeper Happy Lin.

The jailer behind him didn't hesitate and walked over.

The shopkeeper of Happy Lin quickly said: "County magistrate, county magistrate! The villain accepts the punishment, the villain accepts the punishment, accepts the punishment!"

The man pulled his gaze back.

Yang Zuan waved his hand and asked the prison guards to step back: "In that case, let's sign and pledge over there, and I will give you two three days to raise money."

"If after three days, if the corresponding fine is not prepared, it will be punished according to the law."

The so-called punishment according to the law is exile or beheading.

The shackles on Shopkeeper Happy Lin and the man were removed, and the two of them walked out of the county office tremblingly, followed by a jailer each, to prevent them from escaping.

The man took a deep look at the shopkeeper of Happy Lin, but he didn't ask him for money.

He is not a person who loses his head at the sight of profit. In their business, the most important thing is to keep his head rational.

Ten guan is indeed not a small number.

But he couldn't put his hope on Happy Lin's shopkeeper—if he waited until the third day to tell himself that he couldn't get it out, wouldn't he lose his life?