It turned out that when the policemen came out to see the poor people, they knew that the situation was not good. With a whistle, all the poor people took advantage of the chaos and immediately dispersed.
Li Sanlang glanced around, looked at the people watching, and then looked in the direction of Broken House that had gone far away. He saluted with both hands and asked Liu Linzhi: "Boss, what should we do now?"
Liu Linzhi touched his beard, glanced around, thought for a while and said, "Tell me something." Li Sanlang arched his hands and said, "Follow your orders." Then he glanced around and shouted loudly: "Everyone, after passing the government office After inspection, no rice mixed with stones or river sand has been found in the rice store. Please feel free to buy it." Zhao Di gave a big gift to Liu Linzhi, and then made a fat promise to the other detectives and stepped forward to report: "I'm reporting this, villain. Dear lords, what should we do with those evildoers?"
Liu Linzhi glared at Zhao Di impatiently. After scanning the surroundings and looking in the direction of the ruined settlement that had completely disappeared, he stretched out his hands and said, "These troublemakers have disappeared long ago. I still have important business to do. Give it to me." Master, get out of the way." Zhao Ping also stepped forward and saluted, blocking the way of the policeman, pointing to the injured man and the damaged rice, then looked up at Liu Linzhi and asked: "Student, please report to Mr. Liu, such a troublemaker will ruin the reputation of a good family and damage it. He must have done a lot of things such as destroying property and injuring good people. He must have done a lot of evil, punishing evil and promoting good and bringing people to justice. Why can't we arrest these detestable troublemakers?"
Liu Linzhi saw him wearing scholar's clothes and calling himself a student. Although he was still young, he had to pay a little attention. He couldn't help but frown and asked, "Who is Shuzi?"
Zhao Ping saluted in the direction of the county school, and then said, neither arrogant nor humble, "This kid is Zhao Ping, a student from the county school."
Liu Linzhi just felt that Zhao Ping's name seemed familiar, so he scolded him: "Since you are a student and don't focus on your studies, why are you here?"
Yuan Tao stood up to everyone and stepped forward to stroke his beard, looked at Liu Linzhi and asked lightly: "I think he should be arrested!"
Yuan Tao is of the eighth rank, the same rank as the county magistrate Liu Ang, and has the power to impeach Liu Ang. If Liu Linzhi is to be removed, Liu Ang may not be able to protect him.
Liu Linzhi suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, stepped forward to salute Yuan Tao, glanced around, and said to the detective named Gu Hai: "What Xuezheng said makes sense, the villain arranged it. Gu Hai, you take three people to arrest those troublemakers." Son. I have other business to do." After saying that, he gave him a look. Gu Hai nodded and agreed. Three people can catch more than ten troublemakers, unless these troublemakers are forced to stay at home and wait for the police to come.
Zhao Ping knew that Liu Linzhi was just dealing with Yuan Tao's troubles. In a few days, these troublemakers could pay tribute to them and do things they were unwilling and unable to do.
At this time, Zhao Ping suddenly took out a dozen pieces of paper, handed them to Yuan Tao, and said: "Yuan Xuezheng, these are the portraits of those ten troublemakers. I hope you can correct them." Yuan Tao held these ten pieces of paper. Tiaozi's portrait immediately stunned him. Not only were his eyes clearly visible, but even his moles were clearly visible, as if they were reflected in a mirror. However, the portrait was too dull and had no spirituality at all.
But the good thing is that it will be more difficult for these dozen troublemakers to escape as easily as before.
After Yuan Tao frowned and looked at it for a while, he handed it over to Liu Linzhi, the head catcher, and asked him to arrest him according to the portrait.
Needless to say, Liu Linzhi was dumbfounded and looked at each one carefully. He glanced at Zhao Ping, and his heart became more and more frightened. This would not give those troublemakers a way to survive at all, unless those troublemakers escaped from Changyuan County and would never be seen again. family.
Because people in this era have rural concepts that make it difficult for them to leave the county. This must be extremely painful for those troublemakers.
Unexpectedly, what frightened him was yet to come. Zhao Di sang a fat promise to everyone around him, and then said: "Dear fellow villagers, elders, dear brothers, aunts and sisters-in-law, I believe that I have been poisoned by troublemakers for a long time. Is there anything wrong?"
Everyone nodded, and some even cried on the spot and kept insulting these troublemakers.
When Zhao Di saw this, he nodded and said in a loud voice: "Since all the fellow villagers have suffered so much from these troublemakers, I will post the portraits of more than ten troublemakers here today. You are welcome to report them. Anyone who discovers clues about these troublemakers will be given a consistent lottery prize, and those who catch them will each be given three lottery prizes. At the same time, Zhao's workshop will have a permanent 10% discount. As for the troublemakers, we have also blacklisted them. What is a blacklist? ? Those who are not welcomed by this workshop will refuse to sell to themselves and their families, and the blacklist will also be notified to the merchants who cooperate with this workshop."
When everyone present heard this, many people cheered and jumped up, eager to find these troublemakers or arrest them, not only to avenge themselves and their relatives, but also to get benefits such as copper coins.
Even some of the detectives were a little moved. When Liu Linzhi saw that the situation was not good, he immediately glared at the detectives with his eyes. The detectives thought smart and immediately shut up.
Zhao Di glanced coldly at the policemen, stood on a stool, and after beating the gongs and drums, said: "Fellow fellow villagers, I would like to express my humility for what happened today. In order to repay the kindness of all the fellow villagers and elders, everyone today Anyone who visits our store will receive a thank you card and enjoy nine purchases a year.”
Everyone applauded and stepped forward to receive gratitude cards.
When I returned to the county school the next day, I was called to the public room by Yuan Tao.
Zhao Ping went in and found that not only he, but also Tao Ran, Li Hanshu, and Wang Ziyi were there. When Zhao Ping came in, the three of them looked at him angrily, and Zhao Ping was embarrassed to smile.
Yuan Tao had a tense face and asked Zhao Ping why he didn't go to class in the afternoon. Zhao Ping had to admit his mistake.
Yuan Tao asked Zhao Ping to reach over, but Zhao Ping had no choice but to reach over and heard ten extremely loud "pah pah pah" sounds of the ruler striking. Zhao Ping felt that the sound of this blow was far greater than the last time. Even though he had internal strength, he could He couldn't bear the pain caused by the ruler, but luckily the tears were in his eyes and did not flow out.
As for the other three, each of them was five times less harmful than Zhao Ping. Their palms were red and swollen with tears in their eyes. Zhao Ping could only express his humility in his heart. However, what Zhao Ping did not expect was that Zhao Ping was punished by the penalty of writing fifty copies of "The Analects of Confucius" and the other three people each wrote ten copies.
After Tao Ran and the others left, Yuan Tao sat on the circle chair and took a sip of tea from the tea bowl. Zhao Ping still stood respectfully next to the desk, looking at the ground intently.
There was a "pop" sound, and Zhao Ping was startled. He was about to be beaten again, but he heard a sound coming from the desk.
Yuan Tao looked at his favorite painting "The fragrance of horse hoofs after riding back" hanging on the public room, then looked at the words "Wang Haichao. Changzhou" on the desk, and looked at his painting again with his hands behind his back. Asked: "Looking at your poems, there are paintings in the poems. Do you like painting?"
Zhao Ping loved traditional Chinese painting that was full of poetry and spirituality from the bottom of his heart, so he nodded and replied: "I tell Xuezheng that the student's love for painting comes from the heart."
Yuan Tao was furious, took out his ruler, and said to Zhao Ping: "Stretch your hand over."
Zhao Ping didn't know why, so he had to stretch out his hand. This time Yuan Tao beat him even harder. Not only did he hit him twenty times, but he also sweated out.
Yuan Tao sweated out, while Zhao Ping shed tears.
Yuan Tao looked at Zhao Ping's tears and raised the ruler in his hand. His saliva splashed on Zhao Ping's face. He shouted sternly: "You didn't learn well at a young age, and you even tasted treating your teacher with lies. Your painting Being sluggish and lacking in spirituality, is it just a matter of nature?"
"It's indeed nature." Zhao Ping blurted out, "In order to prevent the troublemakers from easily escaping, and to let those behind the scenes feel the pressure exerted by the students and increase the cost of their illegal actions, the students have only this option. .”
Having said this, Zhao Ping raised his head, looked at Yuan Tao and said: "I don't know if Xuezheng noticed it, but the agent named Gu Hai seemed to be acting strangely when he came in. If it weren't for the sharp eyesight and quick hands of the agent Li Sanlang, today Zhao Ping The rice shop has a bad reputation for rice mixed with gravel and river sand, and it will even have a bad impact on all the production of Zhao's workshop. It is not impossible that Zhao's workshop will go bankrupt or be swallowed up by others."
The ruler in Yuan Tao's hand had already been raised to punish this bad disciple. Hearing this, he couldn't help but put the ruler down, and then looked at the willow tree outside the window with his hands behind his hands. The willow tree was like a graceful little lady dancing in a row, posing her soft He frowned and asked, "How could this happen? You wouldn't make it serious in order to excuse yourself, would you?"
Zhao Ping pondered, immersed in memories, and then said: "At that time, Gu Hai had already taken out a small baggage from his arms and was about to open it. If the baggage was opened, there would be stones and river sand falling into the rice. Zhao Ping How can the workshop make it clear?”
Yuan Tao was also immersed in memories. He nodded first, then shook his head, pulled and nodded again. He repeated this many times, but his face became more and more solemn.
Zhao Ping knew that Yuan Tao was a pure gentleman in the ivory tower, a scholar who loved music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and a good man who dealt with others with a gentleman's heart. Although he had lived half a century, he had never experienced the real dangers of officialdom. Maybe It was difficult to communicate for a while.
In order not to disturb Yuan Tao's thoughts, Zhao Ping said with a big salute: "Xue Zheng, the student has something to go out."
Yuan Tao, who was deep in thought, seemed to be awakened when he heard this and said, "Wait a minute."
Zhao Ping had no choice but to stop, turn around, come to Yuan Tao and salute respectfully: "Is there anything else Xuezheng wants to ask?"
Yuan Tao raised his ruler and pointed at the portrait painted by Zhao Ping. He frowned and asked, "You obviously have a certain skill in these paintings. Who did you learn from?"
Before Zhao Ping could think of an answer, Yuan Tao frowned and asked: "I heard that you can play two pieces of music on the flute that I have never heard of?"
Zhao Ping raised his head and looked at Yuan Tao seriously and replied: "These are all taught to me by gods."
Yuan Tao put down his ruler and carefully looked at the portrait of Nianzi painted by Zhao Ping on his desk, the lyrics of "Wang Haichao. Changyuan" and "Changyuan Fu".
To achieve such high achievements at such a young age, apart from genius, only the teachings from gods can explain it.
If Zhao Ping's poems and poems can be explained by genius, but those portraits of Ninzi and the music of "Butterfly Lovers" and "A Laugh in the Sea" can only be explained by gods.
Thinking of this, Yuan Tao asked: "Can you play a piece of music for my teacher to listen to?"
Zhao Ping looked at his red and swollen hands. Yuan Tao seemed not to notice and handed him a flute.
