The door to the death row cell in Wannian County was closed tightly. When Di Renjie entered the prison, there were bursts of shrill screams in the distance.
Di Renjie quickly closed the door, and immediately, the screams were trapped in this deep underground prison.
Yan Jiu soaked the leather whip in his hand in salt water, and then flicked it on the ground. Some of the salt water fell on the stove, leaving a trail of white spots.
Immediately, the whip made a semicircle in the air, and landed accurately on the back of a prisoner. The sound of the whip entering the flesh was dull, only breaking the outer skin, but the prisoner screamed in agony.
Di Renjie was flipping through the interrogation records and turned a deaf ear to the prisoners' screams.
This guy was the one who threw the meat buns bought from Jinchangfang on the ground. He didn't deserve any sympathy at all.
When the prisoner was in a trance after being whipped by Yan Jiu's whip, Di Renjie stood up and grabbed the prisoner's hair and said, "What is the process of making gunpowder?"
The criminal said with his mouth half open: "Little..."
Before the prisoner could finish what he said, Di Renjie said, "Well, yes, there is saltpeter. Go on, what else is there?"
When the prisoner saw the official in front of him, he actually said that he was right, and he quickly begged for mercy: "Stay..."
Di Renjie smiled and said: "Yes, yes, there is saltpeter, sulfur, and what else, tell me quickly."
After speaking twice and being interrupted twice, the prisoner quickly said: "Spare my life."
Di Renjie was so angry that he casually grabbed a piece of carbon and stuffed it into the prisoner's mouth, and said to Yan Jiu: "Go on, beat him until he tells everything he knows."
Yan Jiu wiped the sweat from his forehead, took out a red-hot iron from the stove, and pressed it on the prisoner's butt without thinking.
As a burst of green smoke rose, Sin Yin's screams filled the entire prison.
The same thing happened to several other important prisoners. Di Renjie planned to use six days to let these prisoners piece together the complete murder.
Everyone only knows part of it, but once everyone's confessions are combined, a rough process for making gunpowder will be obtained.
Just like the guy next door who was beaten up and panicked, he saw a bite-sized egg on the jailer's desk. He didn't even know why, so he shouted out the word "egg".
When the Dali Temple jailer recorded the word "egg" in the record, he ate the remaining half of the egg.
In fact, even the jailer himself did not know what the word egg meant to the gunpowder craftsmen of Wuyan Institute.
Naturally, gunpowder cannot be mixed with water, but the gunpowder can be wrapped in egg whites and sieved into small balls. As long as it is dried in the shade, it will become granular gunpowder.
As for how to get these people who knew nothing about gunpowder to fully confess a complete set of the top-secret murder process of the Tang Dynasty, Di Renjie had ten thousand ways. In other words, Di Renjie had ten thousand ways to distinguish the authenticity of the prisoners' confessions. method.
Especially after playing psychological games with Yun Chu for several years, Di Renjie's grasp of human nature had reached its peak in the Tang Dynasty, except that he had no way to deal with Yun Chu.
Yuanwailang from the Ministry of Justice was here to monitor the government. As soon as he got a little bit of information, he quickly turned it into a top-secret document and sent it to the Military Research Institute. During this process, he was always accompanied by two eunuchs. Even the foreigner doesn’t know.
Every time the experiment was successful, Wai Lang, a member of the Ministry of Punishment, would personally kill the prisoner who confessed the secret recipe in front of the two eunuchs!
So later on, this foreign minister from the Criminal Department was so red-eyed that he killed people. Everyone he saw thought that the other party might know the secret of gunpowder, and everyone he saw wanted to kill and silence him.
When the Wuyan Academy finally produced granular black powder that was the same as the one seized last time from Dali Temple, Di Renjie sorted out the documents and presented them in front of the three officials of Dali Temple, the Censor of Yushitai, and the Foreign Minister of the Criminal Department. In front of him, he took the hand of the unconscious Qiu Shenji, smeared a little ink pad, and put his fingerprint on the document, in triplicate.
He handed it to these three people respectively and said: "Our work is done, and the rest depends on the superiors."
Gentle, who had always been invisible among the three of them, sighed and said, "I don't believe Qiu Xinggong can escape being involved in this matter."
Si Zhi of Dali Temple sneered and said: "Zan Xiruo, the son of Lu Dongzan, the prime minister of Tubo, killed Zan Xiruo with three hundred fine mirrors. He said it was Qiu Shenji, a good-for-nothing, who did it. I don't believe it."
Wai Lang, a member of the Criminal Department who was already a little nervous, smiled like an owl.
"Kill, kill, gunpowder is an important weapon of the country, how can it fall into private hands? Anyone who knows the secret of gunpowder should be the Yi tribe! Hahaha."
When Di Renjie left, only Qiu Shenji was left on death row in Wannian County. After Si Zhi of Dali Temple left the prison, the death row in Wannian County became empty again.
Yan Jiu felt a little lost as he stroked the various instruments of torture that he had made great contributions to before. He stretched out his tongue and licked the whip that had been soaked in human blood. He murmured to himself crazily. Finally, using all his strength, he pointed at the tightly locked whip. The cell door yelled: "Come again -"
Di Renjie returned to Jinchangfang alone.
This time, instead of using the bamboo chips given by Yunchu, he paid for a handful of bamboo chips himself.
When he came to the stall selling steamed buns, he smiled and handed a handful of bamboo sticks to the cook and said, "Here are three drawers of steamed buns. They should be of good quality, pure meat, and have meatballs inside."
The cook took the bamboo chips with a smile and said to Di Renjie: "Mr. Di Lang, the filling of the buns should be fatter. The ones with oily bites are the best.
My husband just bought three drawers of fatty buns, saying he was going to pay homage to someone. How about you also order three drawers of these buns? "
Di Renjie nodded and said, "When it comes to eating, your husband is a professional. As you said, give me three drawers, one bite and one oil-soaked meat bun."
The cook immediately took out a lot of white and fat meat buns from the steaming steamer. After the buns had dried for a while and the steam disappeared, they were neatly stacked in a huge bamboo food box.
He also thoughtfully sprinkled some white sesame seeds on the buns and garnished them with some minced green garlic before giving them to Di Renjie.
Di Renjie left Jinchangfang on horseback with the food box, walked along Zhuque Street to the gate of the Imperial City, turned left and walked to the end of the Imperial City, then turned right and came to Xiudefang.
Xiudefang is said to be about cultivating virtues, but it is the most immoral one in Chang'an. In other words, it is because human trafficking is so immoral that it requires cultivating virtues.
Although the market in Xiudefang is not as lively as the West Market, it definitely exceeds the East Market under Yunchu's jurisdiction. Baidu search for Tang Dynasty’s Dining Table 74.
Because the goods here are people. The goods in the West Market are piled up like mountains, and the goods in the East Market are exquisite. Only here is overcrowded.
Passing by the Kunlun slave area, there were some strong, black, or brown, or neither black nor brown people standing, squatting, or lying there. Some of the overly strong Kunlun slaves even had their bodies smeared with oil, and were standing in the sun. Skin glows.
Di Renjie just glanced at them twice and then walked forward. In his eyes, these Kunlun slaves were just commodities. There was nothing surprising about this.
Ren Yazi likes to put Kunlun slaves at the front, so as to attract more people to enter the market.
Further forward, there is the self-sale area. Most of the people being sold are women, most of them are older, but there are also young ones, but they are not good-looking.
There are also some men here who are obviously injured. They are slaves themselves, but they made mistakes and were sold by their masters.
The situation here is difficult to judge. Some women are sold, which is not necessarily a bad thing. Family members who can sell their own family members for money are just that. If they are sold, they may still meet a good family.
The place selling Silla maids in front was very lively. On the stage, there were always Silla maids walking wriggling on it. Di Renjie took another look and found that there were actually not many Silla maids among them. There should be more. They were Goguryeo and Baekje, and there seemed to be a few Japanese women with black teeth mixed in between them.
After passing the place where Silla maids were sold, it became quiet in front of them, because the people responsible for selling people here were all officials.
Selling boys and girls is the power of the government. If ordinary people want to sell their children, they must first sell them to the government, and then the officials will select suitable families to sell these boys, girls and children at a higher price.
This was originally a good policy, but later went astray during the implementation process and turned into a huge profit business.
However, the government also investigates very strictly. If it is found that someone here who has connections with the government dares to buy and sell boys, girls and children who have no real background, they will commit a serious crime.
This is why there are so many beggars living on the streets. Their parents did not sell them, but they were no longer able to protect them.
These children, who have no ability to make a living, come to the human market, hoping to be noticed and bought by others, so that they can have a shelter from the wind and rain.
Di Renjie soon saw Yun Chu wearing linen clothes, sitting among a bunch of dirty children, eating steamed buns with them.
Not far from where he was sitting, there was a solitary meat bun. The color of the land in that area was darker than the rest, and there were many flies surrounding it. On the snow-white meat bun, It was also covered with flies and looked dark.
Di Renjie stored the horse, came to Yun Chu with the food box and said, "It's not enough, I still have it here."
Yun Chu looked at the children who had gathered around him again and said, "No matter how much, it's not enough."
Di Renjie opened the food box and took out a bun next to the one covered with flies. He gave the remaining buns to the children who looked thinner. Soon, the buns in the hands of the thin children were occupied by others. The child was snatched away and sat on the ground crying.
It's a pity that he doesn't have the protection of his father, brother, and mother, and no matter how heartbreaking he cries, no one pays attention to him.
Yun Chu put the bun he took a bite into the mouth of the child who cried the most, and said to Di Renjie: "This child just left his parents."
Di Renjie also gave the bun in his hand to a thin girl and asked, "How can you tell?"
Yun Chu smiled and said: "Children who have been away from their parents for a long time never cry, even if they die, because they know that no one cares why they cry."
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