Song Wenjian's face changed, he was afraid that this middle-aged man was a person with a background.

"Who are you?" Song Wenjian asked in a deep voice.

"I'm from the provincial city of Yongchanghou, do you have the ability to move me?" The middle-aged man mocked Song Wenjian.

Song Wenjian was shocked, since he was in the officialdom, he had already learned about all the officials and princesses of the Moon Dynasty.

This is Yongchang Hou, although he does not have a lot of real power, but this kind of person who can wait can talk directly to the emperor.

So even high-ranking officials in the province will accompany people like them with a small face and act carefully.

I didn't expect that the people of Yongchang Hou would be in such a small place as Suixi County, which is really strange.

"Are you really Yongchang's person?" Song Wenjian asked cautiously.

"Hahaha, of course, don't I know that if I fake it, I'll be beheaded?" The middle-aged man saw Song Wenjian stunned on the spot, knowing that Song Wenjian was scared. "You still obediently let me go, and then follow me to the official, and you all have to go to jail."

Originally, Song Wenjian wanted to calm things down, so forget about this matter.

But when he heard what this middle-aged man said, he was shocked.

If they go to prison, then all the privileges will be gone, and Li Rujun and the others will definitely kill them.

No, I'm not going to let that happen. Thinking of this, Song Wenjian shouted: "Come on, the prince has broken the law and is guilty of the same crime as the common people, not to mention other people." And this person is beating people and making trouble here, how can it be Yongchanghou's person? How could the people of Yongchang wait beat people unreasonably on the street and smashed the shop. He must be a fake. ”

Dai Wang heard Song Wenjian say that it was fake, how could he let the other party go? He punched and kicked the middle-aged man.

Soon, the middle-aged man was beaten to the ground like a lost dog, panting, and spitting teeth in his mouth.

"Someone, take him to prison." Dai Wang shouted to the yacha who rushed from behind.

How did the yacha know that this person was from Yongchanghou, thinking that if someone dared to smash the Song family's shop, it would definitely be a dead end.

Therefore, they handcuffed each other in chains and escorted them to the yamen.

"Zhang Qiang, come over here." Song Wenjian called Zhang Qiang, who was interrogating the workers in the blacksmith shop.

"Your Excellency." Zhang Qiang walked to Song Wenjian's side.

Song Wenjian whispered: "You have to make this case an iron case, and let that person draw a charge and confess." ”

"Yes." Zhang Qiang nodded.

"If he is hard-boned and refuses to draw the prisoner, then let him commit suicide in fear of sin." Song Wenjian's eyes showed murderous intent.

The people in the prison cell have many methods of dealing with prisoners, all of which are to kill people without seeing blood, so that the sufferer cannot find a place to seek redress.

Zhang Qiang said confidently: "My lord, don't worry, the methods you taught us to extract confessions will let those people know what life is better than death." ”

The methods of torturing people in the cell are all physical torture, and mental torture methods like Song Wenjian have never been heard of by Zhang Qiang.

However, this method is very good, it does not hit people, but also destroys people's will.

Zhang Qiang and the others secretly tested some prisoners in the cell, so they were very confident in this method.

Song Wenjian went to check in the ironware shop and found that some guys were beaten and their noses were blue and their faces were swollen, and he couldn't help but be angry.

When Song Wenjian asked the shopkeeper about the situation at that time, his face became ugly.

The other party did it on purpose, he just wanted to make trouble.

Now the knives in the Song family's ironware shop are notoriously sharp, and Song Wenjian gave some of his later knife sharpening skills to the knife master.

The master also worked hard, continued to study, and finally mastered some of the techniques of knife fighting in later generations after more than a month.

However, Song Wenjian was afraid of the big move, so he just asked the master to sharpen the knife to be sharper than that of other stores.

And the waist knives and other weapons used by their own people are all the best knives in the Song family's ironware shop.

"Shopkeeper, you tell the guys that their medicine for today's injuries will be paid by the store, so that they can work with peace of mind." Song Wenjian said.

"Yes, young master." The shopkeeper nodded.

Song Wenjian asked the shopkeeper to be busy, and he entered the research room in the backyard.

In the research room, the knife master was studying some of the later techniques given by Song Wenjian.

When he found out that just by mastering a little technique, he could hit such a sharp knife.

If he could learn all the things inside, wouldn't the sword be able to sharpen iron like clay?

"No, it shouldn't work?" The master poured some molten steel on the mold, and when he looked closely, he didn't notice that Song Wenjian had come in at all.

Song Wenjian secretly pointed out that the more people who don't understand the world, the more they will concentrate on research.

"It looks like it's going to fail this time." The knife master shook his head, picked up the spoon, and poured the spoon water onto the mold.

"Hiss." The water fell on the mold, sending out black smoke rising from the mold.

After the knife maker cools down, he picks up the knife and slashes it against the iron sheet placed on the shelf.

With a "snap", the knife was disconnected.

The knife master threw the broken knives together gloomily and sat on the ground panting.

"Master, don't be in a hurry, take your time, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry." Song Wenjian said with a smile.

The knife master heard a voice behind him, looked back, and found that it was Song Wenjian.

"Young Master, you're here." The knife master hurriedly stood up.

"You keep working hard, don't be discouraged, I still want to wait for you to fight the best knife in the world." Song Wenjian said with a smile.

"Young master, I will definitely do it." The knife master gritted his teeth.

Song Wenjian went out to the blacksmith shop and saw Da Niu talking with a son. "Didn't I tell you? Our young master doesn't have time to pay attention to you, you can go wherever you like. ”

Song Wenjian recognized it, and the boy was the one who lost a thousand taels of silver in a bet with him that day.

"Hmph, you tell Song Wenjian that I can help him solve the matter of Yongchanghou." Brother Gongzi patted his chest and reassured.

Da Niu glanced at the young brother and said, "Do you want our young master to give you a thousand taels of silver?" ”

"Huh? Do you know this? Brother Gongzi looked at Da Niu in surprise. Da Niu, I didn't expect you to have developed limbs and not a simple mind. ”

Da Niu spat and said, "Phew, my Da Niu is originally simple-minded. Think about it, people with such a simple mind in my mind know that you want to get back a thousand taels of silver from our young master, will our young master not know? You're just trying to scam money. ”

"Da Niu, don't say that, rely on my Zhu ......" Brother Gongzi hadn't finished speaking, and he was pulled by the old Ding behind him by his sleeve. Ahem, young master, they don't want you to help, so let's go. ”

"Lao Ding, I want to eat the white-cut chicken from Yunke Restaurant." Brother Gongzi looked at Lao Ding.

The old man's face twitched, now he only has some broken silver on his body, and if he has coarse tea and light rice, he can still last with the son for a few days.

But they don't have that much money for the white chicken.

Originally, Lao Ding wanted to use other methods to ask for money, but Gongzi didn't agree, saying that he would find a way to get money.