Yan Zhaoshi was stunned and said, "You go find Ye Sheng..."

Before Yan Zhaoshi could finish his words, Yan Jingxiu flatly rejected: "Second uncle, it is better not to pass on such family affairs to the Ye family."

Yan Zhaoshi suddenly became ashamed as a deflated Pi Ju. Li Qiniang complained to him that there were words such as favoring concubines and destroying his wife. What Ye Cifu hated most in his life was the matter of favoring concubines and destroying his wife.

"Ashu, your grandmother is old and you are the eldest grandson. You can't watch her be sent to labor."

A trace of disdain flashed in Yan Jingxiu's eyes. It was obvious that you caused the trouble, but now he threw the burden to his nephew.

"The female prisoner's labor is not heavy, he just goes to Longshi Fort to pound rice." Yan Jingxiu said coldly.

Yan Zhaoshi first came to Xinjing and did not know where the prisoners were working. When he heard Yan Jingxiu say that the female prisoner was just going to pound rice, he inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief. Old Mrs. Guo was still going to the field to farm ten years ago, which was much harder than pounding rice.

This thought was just thinking about it, and Yan Zhaoshi felt guilty. He quickly said seriously: "How can that be? This is unfilial! Alas, the second uncle was trapped here and could not go out for a while. Go and think of a way to see if you can handle it. A woman from Li's house, even if she doesn't give her a tael of silver, she has no choice."

Yan Jingxiu nodded and said, "Two uncle, take care of me, I'll go and find a way."

He turned and walked out of the cell until he stood in the sun. The calmness on his face finally faded, and his eyes looked at the back hall not far away with a drowning look.

He could clearly feel the prefect and the master's favoritism towards Li Qiniang and his daughter, but he couldn't think of why? He heard from his third uncle Yan Zhaolin that the one who guaranteed Li Qiniang was only the Lizheng on Huichang Street. Although Lizheng was also an official, he was only in charge of eighty households. If this was a county government, Lizheng might still be able to have friendship with the magistrate, but in front of the magistrate, Lizheng was nothing.

Could it be that the prefect took the benefits given by Li Qiniang?

What can Li Qiniang take out? Money? Just a rented shop, and she probably doesn’t have fifty taels to pay for her.

Sex? Li Qiniang is just a vulgar city woman. Can the prefect look down on her?

But Yan Xuehuai is young and young. Could it be that the prefect is interested in her?

Yan Jingxiu's memory of Yan Xuehuai was still two years ago. His impression of this cousin was of spoilage and willfulness. His mother, Sun, and her own sister, Yan Xuejiao, always said that Yan Xuehuai was a little vixen, and he didn't take it seriously. But now thinking about it, maybe what his mother and sister were right.

Thinking of this, Yan Jingxiu's face became even colder. He could not sit still and wait for death. Once his grandmother was sentenced to imprisonment, let alone the second uncle, at least his future would be affected.

He remembered that this morning, his classmate told him about the contempt that flashed in his eyes when Yan Zhaoshi fought with a woman in the street. Yan Jinghuai felt that there were thousands of ants crawling by his body. He finally stood in front of others in a bright clothes. He had knowledge, brains, and lofty ambitions. He could not lose everything he could have obtained because of an insignificant little thing.

Yan Jingxiu walked into the back hall again. Seeing that he was coming back so soon, the master asked, "Have you agreed?"

Yan Jingxiu swallowed: "Ten thousand taels are not a small amount. Our family also needs to think of a way. Do you see how many days can you be gratified?"

He just said this: Of course, the longer the money is, the better. One day is to delay, one year is to delay, and one life is to delay.

Unexpectedly, the master was very serious and asked, "How many days is the grace period? How many days is it?"

Yan Jingxiu was stunned. What did he say?

Seeing that he didn't say it, the master touched the goatee's beard and said, "Then let's goatie for three days."

"Three days? I'm afraid it's too late. Some property can't be sold in an instant. Do you see if you can get a few more days?"

The master thought about it and sighed: "Then it's five days, no less. The longer this kind of thing goes on, the more rumors will be. You are a scholar, so I don't need to remind you anymore, you understand."

Of course Yan Jingxiu understood, he gritted his teeth and said, "I will send the money to Li in five days."

"Don't, this case was accepted by the yamen. Of course, you have to send the money to the yamen and hand it over to Li through the yamen." After the master said that, he looked at Yan Jingxiu meaningfully. Young people can only be smart.

Half an hour later, the prefect was promoted to the church again. Yan Guo asked his evil servant to kill his former daughter-in-law Li. The evidence was conclusive. The Yan family would return all the dowry occupied by Li and compensate Li for the loss. Therefore, Yan Guo's punishment of being a disciple was exempted from the punishment of being punished by the stick. Yan Jingxiu, the grandson of Yan Guo, wanted to be punished on behalf of his grandmother.

Yan Jingxiu was hit by a hundred big boards on the spot.

Mrs. Guo’s 100 pieces were taken over by Yan Jingxiu, and as an accomplice, Sun, Gao Pozi and Di Pozi had to suffer by themselves.

The prefect and the master both felt that Yan Jingxiu was a pity, so when he was executed, the yamen runners showed mercy. The board was raised high but it ended very lightly. Although Yan Jingxiu suffered a hundred boards, he was not seriously injured, and he was all skin trauma. He was young and he would be fine after several days of care.

Sun and the two mothers did not have such preferential treatment. They were already injured. After these hundred steps, the three of them were beaten to death.

Yan Zhaoshan went to socialize in some unknown place. Yan Zhaolin and Zeng worked hard to get Mrs. Guo and Yan Jingxiu and Sun home.

Grandma Gao and Grandma Di were thrown outside the yamen. The two were lying on the ground. Passers-by sighed, and some people pointed at them to educate their children: "Did you see it? This is the end of selling yourself as a slave. The bad things were asked by the master. After something happened, the master would be pushed out to be beaten by the master. If he died, he would not even have a corpse collector."

It was not until dark that the children of Gao Pozi and Di Pozi learned about this, and the two families carried the people back in tears.

Seeing the two mothers being carried back by the family, Fusheng walked out of the darkness. He ate the sugar cake in his hand in a few bites and walked into the yamen again.

Although Hao Chong didn't give much money, no matter how small the sparrow was, it was still meat. Since he had collected the money, he had to do his job for him.

Yan Zhaoshi wanted to know how the verdict was in the hall. When he saw the prison head coming over, he asked quickly: "Have you retired from the front?"

The prisoner rolled his eyelids, looked at him, and said, "You come out and go to the cell over there."

Yan Zhaoshi was stunned. Is he going to change his cell again?

He wanted to ask about the front room again, but the prison chief was already urging him. Yan Zhaoshi had no choice but to go to the next cell.

There were already two or three prisoners in that cell, all of whom were big and round, and they were fierce and evil. I don’t know what they had committed and were caught in.

Yan Zhaoshi's legs became weak, his feet staggered, and he almost fell down.

The prison head frowned in disgust, locked the door, and turned around and left.

Yan Zhaoshi stood up straight while holding the fence. Before he could turn around, his shoulder was grabbed by a pair of big hands like iron pliers. Then, his fists fell like raindrops...

"Help, help!"
Chapter completed!