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

Yin Xuan was actually not sure whether this man was selling oil, or whether he had sold the swill second-hand to others.

He was more inclined to the second possibility.

If he can come up with this idea, then no matter what kind of business he does for a living, he should be able to make some tricks, and he won't have to collect slop all day long.

After all, you don't need a smart brain to do business. As long as you can do the four words "thick-faced and black-hearted", then you will definitely not lose money.

Not this guy.

As for the mastermind behind the gutter oil, Yin Xuan had a directional guess in his heart.

Regardless of guessing, it's just guessing. If you don't beat and beat, there's no way for him to spit out the real result.

He thought that he could earn some coppers by relying on his cleverness, and apart from possibly making the business of Tongfu Restaurant worse, there would be no other bad influence.

Let him know that this incident is actually a slow murder, how serious the crime is
An honest man can't stand this kind of pressure.

His gradually pale face and trembling body already showed how tormented his heart was.

Yin Xuan stood up slowly, and made a gesture to go to the kitchen: "I'm going to take out this swill for you."

Before Yin Xuan could finish his sentence, the man knelt down with a thud, crying, "The shopkeeper, and this poor man, I, the slop you sold to me was taken away by others. "

Yin Xuan raised his eyebrows.

Zhou Xiaosan clenched the knife in his hand.

The man wept and said intermittently: "Someone collected your slop from me at a high price, and I, I sold it to him on impulse."

impulse?

Yin Xuan sneered.

"Impulse" is such a commonly used excuse, as if just mentioning these two words can make you appear innocent.

The man kowtowed a few more times and looked at Zhou Xiaosan: "Master, I really don't know. I'm not an accomplice. All of this has nothing to do with me."

Zhou Xiaosan had a cold face and waved his hands: "As long as you are willing to identify who bought the swill, you will be spared."

The man nodded again and again: "I identify, I identify, he made an appointment with me to trade not far from this street in the morning, and now I can take you there"

Yin Xuan interrupted him: "No hurry, you continue to make deals with him today."

"Zhou Xiaosan, please follow me secretly, and arrest him when he starts refining oil."

The man froze for a moment.

Zhou Xiaosan was thoughtful.

Yin Xuan said softly: "Catch it now, he has so many excuses to evade."

As he spoke, he stretched out his palm, pressed the words, stuck them, and clenched his fists tightly: "Thief, dirty."

There was a "bang", and the two fists collided: "I want to win both."

The man hesitated in his heart, he already knew how serious the consequences of this incident were, which made him unwilling to do such a thing again.

Zhou Xiaosan waved his hand: "Listen to the store."

The man forced a smile and agreed.Bad people have said so, what else can he do?
Not long after, the man left Tongfu Restaurant with a bucket of slops, walked down a street, and bumped into the shopkeeper Happy Lin who had been waiting for a long time.

A bucket full of swill.

Shopkeeper Happy Lin took out the copper coins he had prepared: "Thank you for your hard work, why are you here so late today?"

The man faltered and replied, "Tongfu Restaurant opens a bit late."

Shopkeeper Happy Lin nodded, glanced at him, and asked curiously, "Why is your face so red?"

The man swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "The wind is strong, blowing hard."

"Why is it yellow again?"

"It's cold, put on wax to keep warm."

Shopkeeper Happy Lin didn't suspect anything, he just asked casually and exchanged pleasantries, so that the transaction between them seemed less blunt.

After exchanging greetings, he said his farewell, and the shopkeeper Happy Lin carried the slop bucket, staggering all the way to a dilapidated house in the north-south direction of Huaizhen Square.

Zhou Xiaosan has always been good at skills, and the shopkeeper of Happy Lin has never encountered such a thing, and he doesn't think there is anything unusual.

It was the pig's laughter that spewed out from the shopkeeper of Happy Lin, which startled Zhou Xiaosan and the passing dogs.

Can people laugh like this?

See you for a long time.

The dog almost bit Zhou Xiaosan back.This is the only twists and turns on the trail.

Zhou Xiaosan squatted outside the dilapidated house, quietly listening to the movement inside.

After a while, a stench wafted from the room, but it didn't take long for the stench to gradually turn into a rather strong smell of oil.

There are aromas of chili fried meat, tomato scrambled eggs, and shredded pork with potatoes.

Zhou Xiaosan knew it was time, stood up, and lightly knocked on the broken window of the house.

Shopkeeper Happy Lin was startled, and hurriedly turned his head to look.

In fact, he was already mentally prepared to be found out. If it was a local hooligan who spent some coppers to send him away, if he was in the same company, he would at most make some profit.

But he never expected that the person who appeared by the window turned out to be a bad person.

Do not.
Look at the clothes on his body, they are made of high-quality silk, and the color is light blue - the imperial court has strict regulations on what grade and what kind of clothes to wear.

Civilians can ignore it, and the government will not strictly investigate it.

But people in the court system cannot ignore this.

Bad people usually wear black or blue clothes. These two colors of dyes are the cheapest, and they are very different from the white, gray, and brown clothes worn by ordinary people.

Could the delinquent in blue clothes be an ordinary delinquent?

However, this made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Boil the oil by yourself without violating the laws of the Tang Dynasty. How can bad people tolerate him?

"My poor man, I don't sell food here." Happy Lin shopkeeper greeted briskly.

Zhou Xiaosan said in a cold voice: "The stolen goods are both stolen, you can go with me."

Shopkeeper Happy Lin froze for a moment.

What does it mean to get stolen goods?
This sentence made him a little flustered, and he said in a panic: "You poor man, you really wronged me. I bought these things with my own money."

Zhou Xiaosan waved his hand, didn't explain too much to him, just reached out and pointed towards the door: "Did you come out by yourself, or do you want me to go in and grab you?"

He did not enter the house.

Hearing from Yin Xuan's mouth that this secondary processed oil is a kind of "poison", he subconsciously kept away from those things.

Shopkeeper Happy Lin opened his mouth, a little weak.

Even confused.

What crime did you commit again?

Or is there a rule in the Tang law that it is not allowed to cook oil without permission?But the oil is not salt or iron, nor is the strategic material such as tung oil that I boiled.

But he didn't dare to resist Zhou Xiaosan, what happened in the county government that month made him deeply fearful.

Shopkeeper Happy Lin came out, shouting for injustice: "Master, I don't know what news you have received, I am really wronged, I have not violated the law."