Happy Little Scholar

Accompanied by a burst of laughter, several figures filed in from outside the door. Tian'lai Xiao'shuo

The first one was a big man with a scar on his face. He was wearing a thin shirt in the middle of winter, exposing a large area of ​​his chest, and his black fur was almost growing to his neck.

The other few people also had ferocious faces. They were all ruffians and bullies on this street. Few people didn't know them. Although they have been quiet for a while because of the government, the fear that has been accumulated in everyone's hearts for a long time cannot be dispelled in a short time.

Because the show was disturbed, several spectators wanted to stand up and throw those blind people out as usual. When they saw the situation at the door, they immediately sat back and concentrated on watching the show, and never dared to care about what happened there again.

If you provoke those ruffians, you can't expect to live in peace in the future.

"This is Qing'an Prefecture City, we have to abide by the law. If you continue to push us, don't blame us for reporting to the authorities." Old man Sun looked at the two men walking towards him from the corner, and felt a little relieved. He looked directly at the scarred man and said.

"Hey, brothers, did I hear it right?"

The scarred man was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Old guy actually talked to us about the law. On this street, I am the law!"

The ruffians behind him laughed. The noble who told them to do things had connections with the government, so why would he be afraid of the law?

They had already arranged everything, so even if they were arrested and taken to the county government, they would have a way out.

The scarred man pulled a stool to block the door, crossed his legs and looked at Old Man Sun, saying: "It seems that you don't take my words seriously. I'm going to say this today. Ten strings of money, not a penny less, otherwise, I will smash your broken theater!"

"Smash the theater, is this how you smash it?"

A voice suddenly came from the side. Before the scarred man could react, a bench flew over from the side and hit him in the face. Several bloody teeth flew out of his mouth. The scarred man was slapped away, his face covered with blood, and he lay motionless on the ground.

"Oh, it's still an acquaintance!" Lao Fang clapped his hands and walked over. When he saw the scarred man lying on the ground, he was also stunned. Although his face was bloody, the iconic scar showed his identity.

A few months ago, the guy who wanted to rob the son-in-law's money and was finally caught and beaten by them was this guy, right?

"Kill, murder!"

Seeing the boss being hit in the face by a stool and falling to the ground without a sound, a scoundrel screamed, his face turned pale, and his whole body began to tremble.

They were scoundrels, not desperate criminals. They could extort a few copper coins for wine money, and they also molested decent women on the street and took advantage of them. But when it comes to murder and arson, they would never do it, it was a matter of principle. He had a few unprincipled scoundrel brothers who didn't behave properly and accidentally killed people. Now the grass on his grave is three feet high. Every year during the Qingming Festival, they would loosen the soil and weed his grave...

The boss was killed in a face-to-face encounter, and died gloriously, which immediately stunned all the scoundrels present.

"This, this..." Old Man Sun's face was green and his lips were trembling. It was nothing to teach these scoundrels a lesson, but how could this cause a death?

It was a big deal if someone died. The audience in the theater was also panicked and stood up from their seats.

"Don't worry, he won't die." Lao Fang patted Old Man Sun on the shoulder and said nonchalantly.

He knew what he had done. This guy only had a broken nose and lost a few teeth at most, which was not that serious.

"Brother, you died miserably!" A young man knelt on the ground with a plop. Before he could cry, he was kicked hard in the chest.

"I'm not dead yet!" The scarred man got up from the ground. He had never experienced big storms in his life, but small storms had never stopped. The scar on his face was left when he was fighting with others. A mere bench would not kill him.

"Why are you still standing there? Beat him up, beat him hard. I'm going to break his legs today!" The blood on his forehead flowed down, and his eyes were blurred. He didn't recognize the acquaintance, but only thought about breaking the legs of the guy who had just attacked him. He temporarily put the matter of ten strings of money behind his mind.

Seeing that the elder brother was not dead, the young man who was kicked immediately got up from the ground, rubbed his chest, and shouted: "Didn't you hear what the elder brother said? Break their dog legs!"

Just as the word "dog legs" came out, half of his teeth were gone.

Old Fang slapped the young man's mouth with a palm as big as a palm fan, and he flew out with his teeth, just like the scarred man just now, lying on the ground without moving.

The scarred man wiped the blood from his eyes and finally saw the man standing in front of him clearly. The ferocious expression on his face disappeared, and the whole person shuddered.

He will never forget that beating in his life. Every time he dreams at midnight, he still feels a lingering fear when he thinks of this face. Those people are monsters, more brutal than beasts. If possible, he doesn't want to meet them in his life.

Unfortunately, God had not destined them to have good luck. In the moment he was stunned, the brothers he brought all fell to the ground and couldn't get up. What a familiar scene. The brother with the best skills had no power to fight back against these two monsters. He blocked a punch and was kicked to the ground the next moment.

If there were a constable at this time, this nightmare would be as complete as the last one.

As if hearing the call in his heart, several figures in black clothes quickly appeared in front of him.

Just as he was about to go up and cry, he saw the leading constable coming over and greeted the man with a smile. He didn't hear what they said clearly, and soon, his brothers were tied up with iron chains.

After seeing the appearance of the leading constable, the scarred man's legs began to be somewhat uncontrollable.

"It's better to offend the county magistrate than to offend the King of Hell", this is a well-known saying in the circle.

The county magistrate naturally refers to County Magistrate Liu. The "King of Hell" they are talking about is also surnamed Liu. Liu Yishou, the chief constable of Anxi County Yamen, although his name is Liu Yishou, he never holds back when dealing with prisoners. It is said that during this period of time, the screams in the county yamen prison can be heard outside the county yamen.

If you fall into his hands, it will really be no different from going to hell.

"You arrested the wrong person, you arrested the wrong person!"

"You can't do this, he was the one who beat people, it was him!"

"You can't arrest me, I know County Magistrate Wang, I know County Magistrate Wang..."

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When the scarred man was dragged away by the constables, he cried and saw Liu "Yan Wang" turned around and smiled at him, and his eyes rolled up and he fainted.

The troublemakers were arrested by the officials, and no one was killed. The spectators in the venue were relieved and watched the show and did what they should do.

The county constables are obviously more dedicated than before. They will not help those rascals to oppress good people. This is a good thing. Those bastards who know how to bully people all day should be chained and locked up in the prison.

Old man Sun stared blankly at those rascals being dragged away by the constables, and the expression on his old face was a little dazed.

Is this still the constable of the county government?

Without asking the reason for the incident, he locked the person up with a chain and left. It seemed that those ruffians were going to suffer a great loss. When did the county constables start to do good things?

Old man Sun soon found out the reason.

"Sir!" Liu Yishou walked up to Li Yi and saluted respectfully.

Li Yi patted his shoulder and said approvingly: "Yes, I heard that during this period of time, you have solved several major cases in a row, and the public security of the prefecture city has been well maintained. Everyone knows that there is a "Liu Yanwang" in the county government."

Liu Yishou's old face rarely blushed, and said: "It's all because of your good teaching."

In front of Li Yi, he was even more humble than when facing County Magistrate Liu, and he admired him from the bottom of his heart.

Liu Yishou knew very well that he could have his current status because of the trust of the county lieutenant, which allowed him to go from a constable who was eating and waiting to die in the county government to the chief constable who managed all the yamen runners in a short period of time. Even during the time when the county lieutenant was not in the county government, what he did was what the county lieutenant should do.

Even the constables of the government office would sometimes ask him to come over when they encountered a difficult case.

The grace of enlightenment and the grace of recognition, except for conscientiously fulfilling the task assigned to me by the county lieutenant, there is nothing I can do to repay him...

Listening to the constable and Mr. Li talking there, Old Man Sun found a stool to sit down, his calves trembling.

County lieutenant, it turns out that Mr. Li is the county lieutenant...

No wonder, no wonder Miss Wan didn't worry about those ruffians causing trouble from the beginning, it turns out that she knew about this matter a long time ago.

Old Man Sun didn't complain about Wan Ruoqing, the less they knew about the affairs of big people, the better.

At this time, he didn't have any worries in his heart.

From now on, they also have a backer behind them.

Presumably, those guys who went to the brothels outside the city to cause trouble are now all tied up with iron chains like dogs, right?

You are blind, bullying people and bullying the county lieutenant. If they don't get a layer of skin this time, the old man's "Sun" will be written upside down!

And those greedy guys, their hands are too long, they will be chopped off...

"No way, you really gave them ten strings of money?" When Old Man Sun cursed in his heart, a surprised voice sounded from the door.

He turned his head and saw a man in fancy clothes walking in.

The man looked around the theater for a few times, tutted his lips, and said, "I can't believe that such a shabby place can collect so much money."

"Boss Wu, you did this, right?" Old Man Sun's anger was aroused again, looking at the man and said.

"What's the matter?" The man in fancy clothes sat down opposite Old Man Sun and said with a smile, "I just heard that Old Man Sun's theater has a lot of income every day, and those ruffians should get more protection money. I just didn't expect that they still underestimated Old Man Sun's ability."

"It's boring to be timid if you don't speak in secret." Old Man Sun poured a cup of tea for himself, glanced at the man in fancy clothes, and drank the tea.

He was not unfamiliar with the man in fancy clothes opposite him.

The other party was also an actor, but he was different from them.

Wandering actors like them wandered around to make a living, like rootless duckweed, and their lives were the most miserable.

There were also actors in the palace, and those dignitaries also had private actors at home. Although these people did not have much freedom, their lives were much better than theirs.

And those powerful troupes, although they mostly performed for dignitaries, never lacked freedom, and the money they earned was also incomparable to them.

The man surnamed Wu opposite was the owner of a famous opera troupe in the prefectural city.

Seeing that Old Man Sun had a calm face and brought up the topic directly, the man in fancy clothes showed a trace of annoyance on his face, but soon returned to normal and said, "In this case, I won't beat around the bush. Ten strings of money, how many scripts like "Painted Skin" and "A Chinese Ghost Story" do you have? We want them all."

Old Man Sun's face remained unchanged, but he sneered in his heart. These scripts were written by the county lieutenant, who was sitting there now. If Wu had the ability, he could go find him himself...

Ten strings of money, just to buy food for everyone, is simply a dream. Even if he agrees, the county lieutenant will not agree.

The man in fancy clothes looked at the theater with almost no empty seats, and a trace of heat appeared in his eyes.

Even such a shabby place has so many people coming. If it were his troupe, the scene would definitely be even more popular. It would be a waste to leave such a great script here!

He has already investigated, these new plays are not available on the market at all. Although they can imitate them in some time, they will lose the initiative after all. By then, everyone will have seen the original play, who will watch theirs?

"Give up, let alone ten strings of money, we won't sell it even if it's a hundred strings of money." With the support of a big shot behind him, Old Man Sun spoke with confidence.

The man in fancy clothes narrowed his eyes and said, "So, you plan to take out ten strings of money every day, maybe it will become twenty strings tomorrow."

"It turns out that you are behind this." Old man Sun sneered and said, "Don't worry, they won't come again. Just now, several officials came and took them all away."

"So what if I did it? Even if I didn't do it, someone else would do it. You don't think the government will really take care of these things, do you?" The man in fancy clothes looked at him mockingly and said, "If you don't accept my toast, you will be punished. I hope you can still stand here when you see them tomorrow."

After the man in fancy clothes finished speaking, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck, and an iron chain was hung around his neck. The constable locked the chain and said lightly, "Since you did it, it's easy to deal with. Come with me."

Liu Yishou's words were cold and without a trace of emotion.