The rich old man at the head shouted: "Catch him first!"
This sentence was like an introduction. The five or six strong men behind him were about to rush towards Yang Wuhui with cold eyes.
Yang Wuhui hurriedly shouted: "Wait!"
The man who looked like a rich old man asked, "What else do you have to say?"
Yang Wuhui replied helplessly: "No, I didn't kill anyone! Besides, you just said that I killed someone. Did you witness it with your own eyes, or were you there at the time?"
The woman hesitated and said: "I didn't see you killing anyone. It's just that you were gesturing with the murder weapon here. You didn't kill the person."
Yang Wuhui argued angrily: "I am a scholar from Luzhou who went to Beijing to take the exam. I have no enmity with this person. Why should I kill her? Besides, I have already sent people to report to the government. We’ll be here soon, and we’ll find out soon whether I killed the person or not.”
The rich old man looked at Yang Wuhui's tone and it seemed that he was not lying.
He asked: "When will the officials arrive?"
Yang Wuhui replied: "It should be less than half an hour!"
After hearing this, the rich old man said: "Okay, we will wait for half an hour. If you don't see anyone from the government after half an hour, we will take you to see the government!"
At this time, a man next to him said to the rich old man: "Master, why don't you tie this man up first? I don't think his sweet talk is too trustworthy!"
In the Northern Song Dynasty, there was no title of master, and it was only in the Southern Song Dynasty that the title of master appeared.
However, the title "Master" flourished in the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
So this man calls this rich old man his boss, but it seems that he is not his servant.
Yang Wuhui also asked while waiting: "My father, does this garden belong to you?"
Seeing Yang Wuhui's inquiry, the rich old man also started to talk.
"It's clumsy!"
Yang Wuhui asked again: "In that case, does my husband know this woman?"
At this time, the rich old man turned his eyes to the murdered woman.
His eyes were not very good either. After he got closer and looked at it carefully, he was shocked and said: "We know each other, of course we know each other. This person is Shopkeeper Liu in Bianjing City, who runs the melon and fruit business. All her melons and fruits come from us. Imported. And the fruits she sells are exclusively for the royal family."
Hearing this, Yang Wuhui was a little surprised.
Exclusively for the royal family?
Could it be a competitor?
You must know that being able to become an imperial merchant is extremely impressive.
Either there's someone behind you, or there's someone above.
There were even people in front of him.
All in all, there are people from three parties.
Yang Wuhui thought about it again and again, and finally expressed his speculation. Then he handed out the scissors and said, "My father-in-law, do you know these scissors!"
The rich old man took the scissors and looked at them carefully before saying: "I recognize these scissors. They are the scissors that I sent to Bianjing City to order a few days ago. There are only five pairs. I definitely don't know how to do it." Admit your mistake.”
Yang Wuhui understood and said, "These scissors were found at the crime scene. May I ask where these five scissors are now?"
This rich old man was also a smart man, and he understood what Yang Wuhui meant in an instant.
He said: "These five pairs of scissors are used to cut fruits. Ordinary fruits can be picked by hand. Fruits that can be supplied to the royal family must be roughly the same in size, size, and even fullness, so they can be supplied to the royal family. I know how to use scissors. And these five scissors, Lao Zhuo gave them to five helpers. Now they are all here."
Then the rich old man said: "Ah Qing, Niu Meng, Zhang Sao, Li Si, Lao Liu, take out all your scissors!"
Except for Mrs. Zhang who took out her own scissors, the other four people said they didn't bring them.
The rich old man said again: "In that case, then go get the scissors and come back quickly!"
The four of them agreed and were about to leave.
Yang Wuhui said: "Otherwise, they form a team of two and then leave as quickly as possible!"
The rich old man agreed: "Ah Qing, Niu Meng, you two, Li Si, Lao Liu, you two, go together!"
The four of them agreed again and left quickly.
Yang Wuhui also asked for the name of his father-in-law. His name was Cui Yingjun. It can be seen that he was indeed handsome when he was young.
He had been doing tea business in Jiangnan before. Fifteen years ago, he returned to his hometown, outside Bianjing, and started a business as a fruit farmer.
I have been working hard these years, but I never expected that a murder would occur in my orchard at home, which is really sad.
Cui Yingjun naturally no longer doubted Yang Wuhui, because it is impossible to have such a strong psychological quality if he really kills someone, unless he is a habitual criminal.
But Yang Wuhui didn't look like a habitual criminal, which made Cui Yingjun feel more favorable to him.
When the four people who went to get the scissors came back, Yang Wuhui showed a strange expression when he saw them from a distance.
According to his speculation, one of the previous four people should be the murderer.
On their way back to get the scissors, one person should run away, then this person is the murderer.
But all four people came back, which means they can all take out scissors, which is very interesting.
When the four people took out the scissors, there were also the scissors belonging to Mrs. Zhang. The five scissors were exactly the same.
But the most surprising thing is not that these five scissors are exactly the same, but that there are six scissors that are exactly the same.
You know, Cui Youngjun said that he has five pairs of scissors that are exactly the same!
So where did the extra sixth pair of scissors come from?
Yang Wuhui handed the scissors in his hand to Cui Yingjun with a half-smile. Cui Yingjun was a little dumbfounded when he saw it.
At this time, a fourteen-year-old boy standing next to Cui Yingjun spoke.
"Father, could it be my uncle who did it?"
Yang Wuhui was stunned again, and it wasn't about the murderer.
But what is this young man called Cui Youngjun, father?
Although it is not unusual for an old man to have a young wife, Cui Yingjun looks like he must be in his seventies at this age!
Sure enough, money is omnipotent and money can communicate with gods.
Speaking of the Song Dynasty, men could get married at fifteen and women at thirteen.
A "street prostitute" like Zhan Yirong, who was still working as a heroine at the age of twenty, is already an old girl.
What's more, many scholars, who were in their forties and almost fifty before becoming a Jinshi and marrying a young wife, seemed to be able to understand Mr. Cui.
Cui Yingjun said with a gloomy face: "Go and call You Da!"
Soon the two men behind Cui Yingjun left.
But before the time for a cup of tea, they came back again.
When I came back, I brought this one named Youda.
Speaking of which, he has oily hair and a pink face. He seems to be the kind of person who has no ability, but is quite able to please women.
Cui Yingjun saw the two of them bringing You Da so quickly, and asked in confusion: "How come it's so fast?"
One of the not-so-strong men replied: "Boss, on the way back, we found Mr. Youda. I think he came with us before, but he didn't show up. When we went back to look for him, we found that he was just there He was running towards the town, but accidentally tripped and fell, so we brought him here.”
Cui Yingjun said with hatred: "You Da, for the sake of your sister, you have been idle every day for so many years, and I didn't say anything to you. Now that you have killed someone, what else do you have to say?"
