Royal Gold Magistrate

Seeing that he was willing to give in, Fangzheng smiled with satisfaction.

This group of people are all military commanders, so I'm afraid it's hard to control them.

The generals of this era cannot be compared with the soldiers of later generations. The so-called morality, military spirit and order are far too different.

He has seen a lot of soldiers and ruffians outside eating and drinking. To put it in a harsh way, those who cannot be called soldiers are simply thugs.

Famous generals can restrain their subordinates well, and they can bring out a group of tiger and wolf divisions with strict military discipline, but ordinary generals... With that quality, it is considered morally noble to siege a city and only rob and not kill the people.

Due to the memory of the previous life, soldiers and civilians are fish and water, Fang Zheng has a good impression of the soldiers.

But if you have seen more in Dajing, you will know that this soldier is not that soldier.

Now this group of second generations may be even worse. It is easy to learn from bad and difficult to learn from good.Although it may not be what he imagined, Fang Zhengyi was never afraid to guess the worst.

After all, when you come out to mingle with the society, you have to be very polite, and if your attitude is softer, the villains will take the initiative to come out and step on you.

He is not a rookie.

"You don't have to be afraid, but I'm a new official, and it's your first offence. Say I'm sorry, Mr. Fang, and the matter will be over." Fang Zheng said with a serious look on his face.

Ren Hua was shocked, and immediately shouted: "I'm sorry, Mr. Fang!"

Fangzheng raised his voice: "Don't worry! You go out and speak loudly in front of everyone, I'm sorry, Mr. Fang!"

"If I can't hear it, I have to talk again, and if I can't hear it again, keep talking until I hear it! Get out!"

Ren Hua blushed and knelt on the spot, feeling ashamed and indignant... It's over, it seems that this guy has no intention of letting him go.

But the matter has come to an end, and there is no way out, so I can only bite the bullet and shout: "The humble job takes orders!"

Fangzheng nodded: "Well, take out all the money in your hands. Find someone to pay me back double the money owed to the restaurant! In the future, if such vicious things that harass the people happen again, don't blame me for being ruthless !"

"Where is Zhang Shi imprisoned, find someone to bring me there!"

Soon, under the leadership of the little official, Zhengyi entered the imperial prison.

This edict was obviously hastily executed and has not yet been completed.However, it has been seen that it has been carefully designed, and the walls of the semi-underground structure are very thick.

Some simple instruments of torture have been placed inside, and the overall environment looks clean.

There were no prisoners, and it was empty and dark inside.

Following the little official inward for a dozen steps, he saw Zhang Shi, who was sitting cross-legged on the spot with his hair neatly combed, but his mental state was a little worse.

As soon as Fangzheng was about to speak, a crazy old man suddenly jumped up from the next door and cursed angrily through the cell door: "Thief! This old man killed you!!"

The little official immediately explained: "Master Fang, this person is the head of the Yan family, the father of Yan Guoan. He was captured together with Zhang Shi. I heard that he committed some crimes before, and His Majesty has let him go." Not long after, it was revealed that he was getting involved with Zhang Shi. The higher-ups specially ordered him to be brought to justice and left to the adults for trial."

Fangzheng nodded.

He had already heard about this matter from the crown prince. The old guy stayed in the palace and was interrogated repeatedly by the East Factory, and he was completely wiped out.

But I heard that he has an iron coupon to avoid death... This thing is really unreliable, just find a name to let you die twice.

Turning his head to the little official, he said, "When you go out later, you can check how many people have received iron coupons to avoid death, and how many people have died."

"It's Master Fang, I understand."

Old Yan already hated the other party to the marrow, yelling wildly through the cell door.

Fangzheng was not in a hurry to talk to Zhang Shi, but the old man kept nagging and had a headache.

He turned his head and went back to the place where the instruments of torture were placed, found a thick and long stick, and stabbed Yan Lao with a few sticks through the prison door.

He stabbed and scolded: "I'm so old! I really think that I respect the old and love the young! Say nothing more and I'll rush in and beat you!"

After a series of sticks, the old man was stabbed so badly that he huddled in the corner and could only stare at him with resentful eyes.

"Stare again! I'll have someone feed you shit tomorrow!"

Fangzheng stared back, tears welled up in Old Yan's eyes, and silently turned his head to the corner...

Throwing away the stick, Fang Zheng patted the dust off his hands and walked to Zhang Shi's cell door.

He knelt down and smiled, "Master Zhang, we haven't spoken for a long time."

Zhang Shi still closed his eyes, and said calmly: "I have nothing to say to you. I am loyal to His Majesty. No one can deny this. I just made a mistake and got on King Wu's pirate ship."

Fangzheng said disdainfully: "I let you say all the beautiful words. My words are full of doctrine, and my heart is full of business. If you like money, don't pretend to be honest. It's shameless to use loyalty and patriotism as a shield."

"I just came here this time to ask you, King Wu said he would give you 200 million taels of silver every year, where is the silver hidden?"

"I don't want to spend too much time talking, and I don't bother to execute the punishment. You might as well call it directly."

There is nothing to be interrogated. In fact, the most valuable thing is the bank.

The Zhang family has a big business, and they have taken so much black money, they are definitely hiding it tightly. If he doesn't take the initiative to recruit it, I don't know how much effort it will take.

Zhang Shi kept silent.

The little official stepped forward and said sadly: "Master Fang, there is someone here who can play the pipa, just give him a try!"

"Pipa? Can that thing still interrogate prisoners?" Fangzheng smiled, and suddenly remembered the karaoke room in Taoyuan County.

Unexpectedly, this newly built prison is quite humane.

The little official said: "Yes! Very capable, tie him to a chair, take off his shirt, then use a sharp knife to carefully remove the flesh from the ribs, and finally use the blade to slash the ribs continuously like playing a lute."

"Break off all bones, sweat like rain, go up and down repeatedly, discipline him to live or die! There is no prisoner who can survive this trick."

"..." Fangzheng got goosebumps all over the floor, and said in surprise, "Where did you come from, so well-versed?"

The little official replied: "The young one was transferred from the East Factory. It said that our staff is not enough and we need some help..."

Fangzheng glanced at Zhang Shi, saw that his expression had changed slightly, and continued to ask, "Any other tricks?"

"Yes, there are too many! What are fingers, sticks, peeling, tongues, broken spines, fingers, thorns..." The little official narrated like a few treasures, and Zhang Shi's forehead was slightly sweaty.

Not to mention him, Fangzheng also had an abnormal reaction in his heart when he heard it.

He is unable to accept all kinds of torture in ancient times.

Although these things are extremely efficient, they are prone to dependence. He is afraid of playing himself as a cold-blooded pervert...

When the little official had finished speaking, Fangzheng urged, "Okay, you go out and check the death certificate for me."

The little official left, Fangzheng said to Zhang Shi: "Master Zhang, I don't like to be rough the most, so you can just recruit directly. What happened to King Wu, where is the money hidden? We are all scholars, so rough What are you doing?"

Old Yan turned his head slowly, looking at Fang Zhengyi with dull eyes...