"Smack-"

The county magistrate said: "Who is kneeling in the hall?" ”

"Grass people are big Zhou, and several of us are from Zhou Village."

"Grass people, Tuesday, meet the adults."

"Folk woman Huang, meet your lordship."

The three of them kowtowed as they answered.

Several others followed and kowtowed.

"My lord, the winter days are cold, the life of the common people is difficult, many people in Zhou Village have no food to boil at home, so the villagers organize to go to the mountains to hunt and pick up some mountain goods. But something happened halfway through. ”

Then, Zhou Da raised his head sharply and glared at the hooded boy with resentment, "It's him!" The grass people saw him kill the hundred people in Zhou Village, and he didn't even let go of the old people and children. My lord, you must be the master of the grass people, bring the murderer to justice, and let the villagers who died in vain rest in peace. ……”

"My lord, please call the shots for the villain, and avenge the villagers who died in vain in Zhou Village."

"Ask the adults to call the shots, avenge the villagers, and let the bad guys pay for their lives!"

Tuesday and Huang echoed, and they all looked sad and angry.

The boy sneered, and the play was good.

It's a pity that acting is acting, and no matter how similar it is full of grief and indignation, it is only the surface.

Several people yelled at the teenager.

After scolding for a while, I found that the young man was still not arrogant or impatient, and sat quietly and drank tea.

Seeing that they stopped scolding, the young man said slowly: "You scold, continue to scold." ”

Ya, when you hear this, you get angry!

It's as if they've been scolding for so long, and they're all singing to him!

Zhou Da looked angry, "You gentlemen from the capital, how can you take the lives of the little people in your eyes." Killed a hundred lives, don't you feel a little guilty? Five thunderbolts in the sky! He kowtowed to the county lord again as if he was sad and indignant, "My lord, you can be the master of the sky, but you will definitely be the master of the people's grievances." ”

"Huh." The young man sneered sarcastically, "If the thunder strikes down, it will only kill the murderer, what is the matter with the son of Guan Ben?" Those people weren't killed by Ben Gongzi. ”

Zhou Da's eyes dodged.

The county magistrate still wanted the boy wearing the hood to report his name, but before he could ask, he heard the boy ask: "Lord County Commander, have you found five hundred taels of silver tickets in those people's corpses?" ”

"No, no." The county magistrate shook a handful.

The young man spoke again: "The day before yesterday, we were sure that we met a group of people on the official road, and my son saw that they were pitiful, so he felt pity for them for a while and gave them five hundred taels. ”

Hearing this, the crowd of onlookers was in an uproar.

There were originally several plaintiffs kneeling in the hall, and it was better to say that they were "witnesses" than plaintiffs.

There were also some relatives who were observing.

Hearing the words of the teenager, many people naturally did not believe it.

- "What words?" Don't you lie and don't make drafts? ”

- "Who would believe that a murderer is a murderer!" ”

- "A fool wouldn't do this, five hundred taels?" How can it be! ”

- "A lot of money......

- "I don't believe in death, killing pays for my life!" Don't try to quibble! ”

——“……”

Someone in the court was heckling, thinking that the boy was lying.

"Silence! Quiet! ”

"Smack! ——”

The county magistrate slapped the startled wood heavily and drank a few times.

There was silence all around, but all eyes were on the hooded boy.

The teenager was not surprised, "What are you yelling about?" Five hundred taels is a huge amount of money for you, but it is a meal for my son. ”

Showing off your wealth?!

Lan Mu looked strange.

Just listen, the young man took the tea very elegantly, touched the lid of the tea bowl but did not drink it.