Seeing thousands of eyes looking at him, he quickly calmed down.
"A way out, hasn't the Yan Division already given you a way out?" Nan Tian spoke more and more fluently.
He glanced at everyone and said sternly: "But how do you treat this hard-earned livelihood now?"
"You are indeed capable, so capable," Nan Tian became angrier as he spoke, "To everyone's surprise, you actually produced poisonous salt."
"If you follow Deputy Zhao's request, nothing will happen." Nan Tian spoke more and more harshly.
He glanced at the salt shop and said coldly: "But what did you do? Not only did you steal the chicken, you even stole the salt later."
Everyone in the salt workshop couldn't help but bow their heads. They were used to taking advantage of others. At first they stole chickens and rabbits, and later they even stole snow salt.
"If you didn't steal the snow and salt, what would have happened? It's your own fault." Later, Nan Tian said it word by word.
His words were like morning bells in the mountain temple, ringing heavily in everyone's hearts.
Nan Tian did not stop there, but continued to attack their shameful hearts.
"Fortunately, these poisonous salts are for your own use. If they leak out of the market, it will not be an exaggeration to kill all of you ten times." Nan Tian became angrier as he spoke.
"Human life matters, human life matters." Nan Tian said fiercely while holding a tin trumpet and waving his fist vigorously: "You just turned a deaf ear to this sentence."
"Even if you are given a way to survive again, you will still be the same." Nan Tian's sharp eyes kept scanning at these people.
"You are not making snow salt, you are making poison salt." Nan Tian's voice was full of tragedy and helplessness.
"Remember, this is poisonous salt for killing people. You are killing people, you are killing people." At this point, he continued: "I will give you a way to live, but I will not give the world a way to live. Who would dare to let you continue to kill people?"
At this point, Nan Tian couldn't speak any more, and his chest kept rising and falling.
Everyone in Yanfang bowed their heads and were rendered speechless by Nan Tian.
Indeed, they are making poisonous salt, and they are making murderous weapons.
But their land and houses have been sold. If they don't make salt, they will become unemployed refugees.
They may be able to rent other people's land as tenants, but if the owner knows that they have made poisonous salt, who would dare to hire someone else's land?
They were whispering to each other, talking among themselves, and suddenly someone started crying.
This is a woman who couldn't help crying when she heard that her officials had no livelihood.
Her crying seemed to be contagious, and the sounds of sobbing became more and more frequent and louder.
The people in these salt houses not only regret what they have done in the past, but also worry about the future.
Yun Wuya also wiped away tears of regret, but he was a judge after all, and he had to think about his tribe after all.
He knelt and moved his thighs while kowtowing heavily to Zhao Ping.
Zhao Ping didn't dare to accept it and hurriedly got out of the way.
Yun Wuya didn't care about this. He kowtowed and said, "Guan Zhao, what I did did really hurt your heart. I want to say I'm sorry to you."
Zhao Pingmin and Cuizhu looked at him slightly, then looked at each other without comment.
Yu Mohua is far away from the two and is with her brother.
Although she was with her brother, her eyes kept patrolling Zhao Ping and the two.
Seeing the two people's expressions of affection at this time, Yu Mohua felt envious and jealous in her heart, so she could only turn her head to the other side.
But she quickly turned her head back. She also wanted to see how Yun Wuya would continue.
"This judge is so hypocritical." Yu Mohua shook her head, snorted, and said to her brother.
Yu Moyan nodded, and the anger that had been extinguished in his eyes suddenly shot out, and said: "This person is indeed hypocritical. He targets his brother-in-law everywhere. He just said sorry and wanted to be done with it."
"Guan Zhao, you are a disciple of the Immortal. Your talent is far superior to that of Xianguan, which makes Xiaguan jealous." Yun Wuya said this frankly and felt better in his heart. "This is also the reason why Xiaguan targets you everywhere."
Cuizhu snorted, Yu Mohua also snorted, and said, "I finally told the truth."
The two of them were not far apart. After talking, they found that they spoke in unison. They looked at each other and focused on Yun Wuya.
"Guan Zhao, you have a benevolent and righteous heart, which is why I admire you." Yun Wuya continued to kowtow.
Cuizhu snorted, and Yu Mohua said to Yu Moyan: "This bad guy knows how to put a high hat on officials."
"The only way out for his tribe is his brother-in-law. Of course, he must be given a high hat." Yu Moyan nodded and said with a sneer.
"The Yun family took over the security group's salt workshop. If it had been someone else, it would have been too late to add insult to injury." Seeing Zhao Ping's unresponsiveness, Yun Wuya kowtowed and continued, "But Zhao Guanren, on the contrary, resolutely tried every means to save the people." .”
Cuizhu and Yumohua looked at Yun Wuya coldly and said one after another: "You can say good things and never do bad things."
Cuizhu and Yu Mohua said in unison, glanced at each other, and then turned to look at Yun Wuya to see how to put a high hat on Zhao Ping.
After wearing so many high-profile hats, Zhao Ping didn't express anything, which made Yun Wuya anxious.
"Guan Zhao, these people from Yanfang are actually your disciples." Yun Wuya was happy for his idea.
Cuizhu twisted the corner of his mouth, snorted coldly, and said: "The young man accepted a man from Yanfang as his disciple."
"Don't throw your Yun family's dirty water on the officials." Yu Mohua said angrily.
Unexpectedly, Yun Wuya continued: "Although they are not direct disciples of Zhao Guanren, they are also disciples."
"Master Patriarch, Master Patriarch" Immediately, the people on the scene kowtowed and shouted: "Master Patriarch, Master Patriarch"
"Brother, are they telling the truth?" Yu Mohua covered her mouth in disbelief and asked in disbelief.
Yu Moyan looked at the people kowtowing at the scene and said with a wry smile: "Although my brother-in-law has never accepted them, in theory, he is indeed their ancestor."
"Brother, how can you help these bad guys? They took away your salt factory." Yu Mohua put her hands on her waist and asked Yu Moyan angrily.
Before Shanzhai Yu Mohua came out of the cabinet, she was still afraid of her eldest brother. After all, he was a scholar.
But now her official is Zhao Ping, not to mention that Yu Moyan is now speaking for Yanfang.
Yun Wuya targets Zhao Ping everywhere, and Yu Mohua wishes that the Yun family's salt shop would completely collapse before she would be happy.
Her official is Zhao Ping, and she must speak for Zhao Ping.
Hearing her sister's fierce questioning, Yu Mohua looked at these Yanfang people who kept calling them names.
He pointed at this group of people and sighed: "Because their production skills were taught by the security team, it makes sense to call my brother-in-law the ancestor."
Yu Mohua couldn't help but cover her red mouth, frowned and asked: "Based on this reasoning, wouldn't it be that the officials had something to do with this incident?"
If Zhao Ping really becomes their ancestor and something happens to Yanfang, what will her officials do?
"Master introduced the door, cultivation depends on the individual." Yu Moyan shook his head and explained, "What's more, they didn't make it according to the brother-in-law's requirements at all."
"But do they still call the official the Patriarch? What should the official do?" Yu Mohua felt that something was getting more and more wrong, and she suddenly panicked.
Yu Moyan thought for a while and said, "They have no way out now. They hope to play the emotional card and let their brother-in-law give them a way to survive."
"Bah, bah" Yu Mohua couldn't help but spit on the ground, stamped her feet and said bitterly, "How can they rely on officials like this?"
Yu Mo Yan looked at this sister with a peach-shaped face, big eyes and small mouth. Although you are the flower of the village, didn't you rely on Zhao Ping through sacrifice?
But you must not say this out loud, it would be too shocking to my sister.
"Not only did the officials save their lives, they also wanted to give them a way out." Yu Mohua complained angrily, "There is no such truth in the world."
"So they have to rely on their brother-in-law. This is their only option at the moment." Yu Moyan shook his head, looked at the people kneeling and kowtowed, and then focused on Zhao Ping to see how he would deal with it.
Cuizhu is different from Yu Mohua. Although she hates Yun Wuya extremely, she can't bear the pleading of thousands of people.
She looked at the people kowtowing in front of her and couldn't help but look at Zhao Ping.
This is Zhao Ping's advantage and also Zhao Ping's weakness.
Yun Wuya clung to this life-saving straw like a drowning man. He didn't care whether Zhao Ping admitted it or not.
"When a disciple is in trouble, the master takes action; when a disciple is in trouble, the ancestor comes to the rescue." Yun Wuya continued to play the sorrow card.
"Please, Grandmaster, please, Grandmaster." There was a cry of begging on the scene.
Zhao Ping didn't expect that Yun Wuya would rely on him like this.
Zhao Ping called Nan Tian aside, saluted Nan Tian and said: "I'm telling you, these people have almost learned the technology of making poisonous salt and snow salt."
Nan Tian hurriedly returned the courtesy, thinking about the meaning of Zhao Ping's words, but said nothing.
"These poisonous snow salt production techniques should be the secret of the Song Dynasty and cannot be allowed to spread to the hands of barbarians." Zhao Ping told the consequences, otherwise it would be difficult to impress Nantian.
"That's true. They are the people of the Song Dynasty. They can't be killed and kept secret. What can Ping'er do?" Nan Tian felt that this matter was too troublesome and kicked the ball over.
Zhao Ping thought for a while and said, "There is no other way but to let them continue to make salt."
"But what they make is poisonous salt, which is a murderous weapon." Nan Tian made the consequences clear.
Zhao Ping thought for a while and said: "They have the technology to make salt, but the reason why the trouble happened is because they neglected to manage it."
"How does Ping'er plan to manage it?" There are thousands of people on site, and he also has salt-making technology, which makes Nantian feel dilemma.
Looking at the crowd who were still noisy at the scene, Zhao Ping pondered and said: "In troubled times, heavy codes are used, and governance must also use heavy codes."
Nan Tian said nothing and did not comment.
"If you steal a chicken or rabbit once, you will be fined the same." Zhao Ping said harshly. "If there is poisonous salt, the first time will be fifty big sticks; the second time, one hundred big sticks; and the third time you will be killed with a stick."
It's true that this is a matter of military law.
"Everywhere there is a reward, how to reward it?" Nan Tian did not come to a conclusion, but continued to ask Zhao Ping.
