I played as an assistant in ancient times

When Shen Xiaoye was thinking about dyeing with tea, Yue Jinxuan came over with a piece of plain cloth covered with wet dust. He unfolded part of it and said, "Look, there are some water stains on it that can't be washed off. It must be that the cloth has been soaked in water.

My father said that if we could dye the cloth into a unique cloud pattern, then my family could sell it at a higher price and get back the money we earned from dyeing the cloth.”

"The key is what color you want to dye? My family can dye red and blue cloth in large quantities.

You can choose the cloud pattern, but I need raw materials for other colors, so the price needs to be re-estimated." Shen Xiaoye touched the cloth in his hand, which was indeed not of high quality.

That is, the standard cloth of medium quality: "If it is all cloth of this quality, you don't need to print any patterns at all, just dye the whole cloth blue, the price will be slightly lower, and it can be processed quickly."

Yue Jinxuan knew this too, of course: "My father just doesn't want to sell it cheaply. If we sell too much at a low price, people will think that my cloth shop has a lot of defective cloth."

"You can take it to Lingshan Temple and sell it on the 28th. Could it be that the ones you exchanged for are all top-quality items?" Shen Xiaoye couldn't help but think of a possibility. Then she saw Yue Jinxuan glance outside the door and said:

“Not all of them. The county magistrate is watching the entire process of changing the cloth, so they dare not be too presumptuous.

I can't help but suspect that the guys guarding the transfer warehouse knew that there was something wrong with their cloth and deliberately poured water into it after the fire was out.

When County Magistrate Tan said he would be responsible for finding someone to bleach and dye the clothes, they were unwilling to do so. They said that the military supplies must be set off at 3 p.m. that afternoon and they could wait, but they would be reported to the County Magistrate for delaying military affairs.

He also said that if any accidents happened at night, Linghe County would bear full responsibility.

In this case, they would definitely be sent away early to prevent anyone from doing bad things in the warehouse at night.

So, they came to my house to exchange cloth, but the warehouse didn’t have enough medium-quality cloth. My father didn’t want those people to stare at him, so he gave them 20 or 30 pieces of high-quality cloth as medium-quality cloth.”

"Where is the blue cloth you mentioned?" Shen Xiaoye knew clearly that the soldiers in ancient times were different from those in her time. For the ancients, it was already very good to have two of the three: combat effectiveness, loyalty and discipline.

Yue Jinxuan exhaled: "It's still dripping. I'll send it to your house when it's dry."

"That's not necessary. Let's find a quiet farmhouse near the city. I'll bring the dyes and dye them. This way, your family can save some money." Shen Xiaoye handed the cloth back to him and said:

"When the blue cloth is re-dyed, the printed patterns will only become dark patterns. When you leave later, give us a piece to take back and dye it for you to see."

As soon as she finished speaking, the old man who was guarding the door came in. He pointed at Yue Jinxuan and the sermon in his arms and said, "Young man from the Yue family, take it out quickly, don't let the tea here get wet."

"Grandpa Dai, it's just some wet dust, it won't get wet." Yue Jinxuan obediently took two steps back and walked out the door.

Outside, only Shen Cungeng was adjusting the reins of the donkey.

He asked, "Didn't your fourth uncle come back with you?"

"Follow County Magistrate Tan to the county government office." Shen Cungeng was a little listless. Could he still make money well?

Shen Xiaoye had learned from the old man that his uncle had been taken away by the county magistrate again, "Cousin, did Fourth Uncle tell you why?"

Shen Cungeng: “No, let’s get the money after we transport the goods.

That means he will definitely not be able to finish the work with us today."

"Don't worry about who comes or not, just move the goods first. The officials have given the order. It must be vacated before sunset. All the old warehouses must be demolished." The old man chased out.

"Tear down the house? I'll give you the cloth later." Yue Jinxuan was quite surprised. He had to go back to find his father.

Shen Xiaoye looked at the scattered warehouses here, and then at the neat and uniform warehouse three hundred meters away, and was not surprised at all.

It is possible that the new warehouse that County Magistrate Tan had not rented out much after it was built, might have turned out to be a blessing in disguise this time as it was rented out in full, generating a definite income and achieving political achievement.

However, County Magistrate Tan was not happy when he got the opportunity to take advantage of the situation and rebuild the old warehouse.

What is even more difficult now is that we learned from the two Tartars that they were indeed the ones who provided the tools for arson, but the other two refused to say more. The lawyer sent someone to say that Mr. Pan had already been tortured in the cell.

He took Shen Changsui and quickly went down to the dungeon, "You are responsible for persuading the master to leave."

"Yes." Shen Changsui was speechless. You were the one who invited this person, and you asked me to persuade him.

But when they arrived at the innermost torture chamber, they did not see any bloody scenes.

The two Dada men were lying on their backs on the spring stools, their faces covered in water, gasping for breath, and their eyes filled with fear as they were held down by the yamen runners.

There were two buckets of water and some papers, some neat and some soaked, on the ground.

Water torture stickers can promote you!

Water dripping from the paper surface makes people struggle in the fear of suffocation.

Shen Changsui noticed that County Magistrate Tan in front of him was slightly stiff, and heard Mr. Pan's calm voice in his ear, "I know you are not afraid of life and death, but I can notify the border troops and send night guards to your tent to pick up your family members, and let them try the promotion just now."

This passage was spoken in Tatar. Although some of the sounds were changed, it did not pose any difficulty for Shen Changsui in listening and translating.

"No, no!" the man he caught shouted in Tartar.

Another one shouted, "Dulu." Mr. Pan immediately signaled him to add more punishment.

County Magistrate Tan obviously realized that the situation had come to a critical point, so he just stood outside the door and did not enter.

The one who spoke first had his head pulled up. Seeing his companion being tortured again, he shouted, "It was Mr. Jiu, who taught us to burn the barn.

He took his men to try to tow the ship that came to pick up the goods, so that we could take the goods away, but he was betrayed by the people he brought with him, so he hurried over and asked us to burn the goods.

Inside, all of it is tea salt that our tribe’s enemy Wuhan Tada bought from the Central Plains.”

"Oh, who did you buy it from?" Mr. Pan's voice was still neither hurried nor slow.

The man shook his head: "I don't know."

"Did Mr. Yejiu give you the tung oil?"

"Yes."

"The man who hit you, was he the one guarding the cargo?"

"No."

"Who is he?"

"do not know."

"Who is Mr. Nine?"

"A wise man."

"how old?"

"do not know."

"Hmm? Stick it again!"

"No, no, no, his hair is all white, but his face is young, no one knows how old he is."

"Does he know where the salt comes from?"

“Jeju.”

Shen Changsui, who was following his teacher's thinking and analysis, suddenly heard the place name. His pupils shrank slightly, but he quickly returned to normal and continued listening.

"Where is he going?"

"I don't know. We separated after the fire started."

"Why did you stay in the warehouse to put out the fire?"

"They were driven back by people who came on horseback to fetch water to put out the fire, and they couldn't get away."

"Tell us everything that happened from the time you left the tribe to where you are today." Mr. Pan stopped writing and drawing.

The man was confused for a moment, then looked at his companions and saw that there was no movement. He panicked, "Him, did you kill him?"

Shen Changsui also looked over, and saw the yamen runner peel off the wet paper and pry open the mouth of the person being punished on the spring bench, "Breathe in."

He was thinking, this gentleman is really not an ordinary gentleman. If he were the presiding judge, what questions would he ask and how would he ask them?

This is all knowledge.