Chapter 13 is ironclad

Looking at his face, Zhang Zhixian knew that he was not a good type. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoI've been a county official for more than ten years, and I don't dare to say that I can see who is definitely guilty at a glance, at least I can see who is what character.

That man looked like a scoundrel at first glance, knocked over the old man's stall and didn't want to lose money and beat people, and now he actually shook his fist at Zhang Zhixian.

For his blatant provocation, Zhang Zhixian directly ignored it. On the street, in full view of everyone, Zhang Zhixian is really not afraid of who will threaten each other by force.

Mo said that in Yunjiang County, no matter how chaotic the county is, the public security will not be so bad that the people will be allowed to scuffle on the streets without anyone taking care of it.

"Wang Fa is naturally fair, and if you damage other people's things, you must compensate according to the price, and no one can escape the rules of Wang Fa."

Zhang Zhixian's righteous and awe-inspiring demeanor made the man a little timid, this is the aura honed by more than ten years of official career, and the official authority is naturally revealed in his gestures.

"Okay!" The man nodded heavily: "Just be reasonable." ”

He moved his legs and still couldn't shake off the old man holding his legs, the master bent down to help the old man, the old man held the man's legs tightly and refused to relax, his eyes were red, he looked up and said to the master: "I can't let go of him, he has to pay me money." ”

The old man made a trembling voice as he spoke, and tears rolled in his eyes: "The family is still waiting for me to buy rice for the pot, and I can't let him go." ”

"Uncle, you can relax, you can't leave him." The master held the old man's arm with one hand, and pointed at the passerby with a folding fan with the other: "You see so many people around, can he run?" ”

The old man looked around, and saw that there were indeed a lot of people around, three layers inside and three layers outside, and it was indeed not easy to run.

The old man slowly let go of his hand, and when he saw that the man had run away without pulling his legs, he put a little snack, and the master reached out to pick him up.

That man is also aware of this problem, and it is unlikely that he wants to run away now, so he can only find a way to repay the debt.

He pointed to the debris on the ground and yelled at the old man angrily, "Why do you say that I made it? The man almost roared and shouted, "Who saw that?" Who saw that I got it? ”

Passers-by are just here to make a scene, and no one wants to stand up and offend people. The man's momentum was very fierce, and no one dared to stand up and speak.

No one's silence further fueled the arrogance of the man, and the old man trembled with anger, and fought with his upper and lower teeth: "Obviously you hit it, and you still don't admit it?" ”

The old man grabbed the master helplessly and panickedly, and pointed in the direction of the northwest corner: "He just came over there, I was talking to Chen Ergouzi, and he knocked over my stall with a 'bang'." ”

The old man looked around as he spoke, probably looking for the witness Chen Ergouzi, but unfortunately he didn't see Chen Ergouzi with his faint eyes wide open.

The master patted the old man's hand and comforted him silently. The master closed the paper fan and pointed to the placket of the man's robe, smiled slightly, and said, "Your clothes are torn." ”

The man looked down, and sure enough, there was a big hole in his clothes, this was unpatched clothes, and his distress suddenly turned into anger.

He stretched out his hand to pull the old man, but the master took a step forward to separate them, and pushed the fan against the man's chest and pushed it back: "If you have something to say, you can say it." ”

The man didn't pull the old man, he pointed at the old man and scolded repeatedly: "You old bastard, dare to say that I will pay for your broken bowl?" You pay for the uncle's clothes first, and then I tell you, this is a new dress that I have just put on. ”

The master sneered: "The washed ones are all white and the new clothes are new?" How many new clothes are yours? ”

"You?" The man was choked by the master and had nothing to say, he felt that he choked in his throat and couldn't spit it out or swallow it, so he held back a sentence for a long time: "Can you manage it?" Anyway, if he scratches my clothes, I'll have to pay for it. ”

"I'll pay your grandma a claw!" The old man was so anxious that he jumped to his feet: "Obviously you hit my stall, and you came to slander me, are you unreasonable?" ”

The master raised his hand and gently pushed the old man back, so that he would not be caught by the man and scuffled together.

"Who saw him scratch your clothes?" The master held the folding fan and tapped his palm lightly: "Who knows how your clothes are scratched, and you still want to rely on other people's clothes without paying for other people's bowls?" ”

The man looked around, no one came out to testify on the old man's behalf just now, and no one came out to testify against him now. He didn't really want the old man to pay for his bowl, he just wanted to use the clothes to offset the bowl.

He was so anxious that he couldn't find a single eyewitness even if he shook his clothes, and many of the onlookers actually saw what was going on, but it was none of their business, and everyone felt that more was better than less.

"Alas," his hand twisting the hem of his shirt suddenly hurt, and he looked down to see that a small wooden thorn was pierced in the belly of his finger. He looked closely at the placket of his robe, which still had a few tiny wooden thorns.

The old man's stall consisted of two benches with a thin plank on top of them, and the edges of the planks were not smooth, but small wooden thorns.

This time, he was able to catch the reason, and he immediately lifted the placket of his clothes for everyone to see: "Look at this, this is obviously scraped by his broken wooden board, should he compensate me?" His broken wooden board scratched my clothes and tried to slander me, how can there be such a reason in the world? ”

The louder he yelled, the louder he became, and the old man was so anxious that he shouted: "His clothes were not scratched by me, I just sat here and didn't move, and he broke my bowl and he didn't want to pay for it." ”

Zhang Zhixian and Master glanced at each other and smiled slightly. Zhang Zhixian coughed deliberately, and the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

"You said your clothes were scratched by his planks, so you have to pay for it, right?" Zhang Zhixian's face is as cold as frost, and his big face is full of official authority, which makes people dare not look directly.

That person didn't know why, he was a little stunned unconsciously in the face of Zhang Zhixian. He deliberately stiffened his neck and shouted at Zhang Zhixian.

"Why didn't he pay me? If you break someone else's things, you have to compensate according to the price, and this is the reason wherever you go. ”

This was just said by Zhang Zhixian, and he said that he had nothing to say when he went back to choke Zhang Zhixian.

Zhang Zhixian didn't care what kind of attitude he had, and followed his words: "That's good!" How can you prove that your clothes were scratched by his planks? ”

The man sneered, this is easy. He lifted the placket of his shirt to let Zhang Zhixian look at the wooden thorns on it, and then grabbed the broken wooden plank on the ground and asked Zhang Zhixian to see the edge of the wooden plank.

This is simply ironclad evidence, the man's chest is very high, and Zhang Zhixian is not ambiguous, and he immediately opened his mouth to 'pronounce the verdict' the result, which shocked the man and stunned.