When Fang Zheng saw that he was willing to give in, he smiled with satisfaction.
This group of people are all military commanders, so it may be difficult to control them.
The generals of this era cannot be compared with the soldiers of later generations. The so-called morals, military spirit and order are too different.
He has seen many soldiers and gangsters outside eating and drinking. To put it in a harsher way, if you can't call soldiers, they are just regular thugs.
Famous generals can control their subordinates well and bring out a group of tiger and wolf troops with strict military discipline, but are ordinary generals... With that kind of quality, if they only rob but don't kill the people when they attack a city, they are considered to be morally noble.
Due to the memories of his previous life and the good relationship between soldiers and civilians, Fang Zheng had a good impression of the pair of soldiers.
But if you have seen a lot in Dajing, you will know that this soldier is not that soldier.
The current second generation is probably even worse. It’s easy to learn bad things but hard to learn well. Although it may not be what he imagined, Fang Zhengyi was never afraid of guessing the worst case scenario.
After all, if you go out to mingle in society, you have to be polite and have a softer attitude, and bad guys will take the initiative to step on you.
He's not a rookie.
"You don't have to be afraid, but I am also a new officer, and I think you are the first offender. If I say I'm sorry, Mr. Fang, the matter will be considered cleared." Fang Zheng said with a sincere expression.
Ren Hua was shocked and immediately shouted: "I'm sorry, Mr. Fang!"
Fang Zheng raised his voice and said, "No rush! Go out and say it loudly in front of everyone. I'm sorry, Mr. Fang!"
"If I can't hear you, keep talking. If you can't hear me, keep talking. Keep talking until I hear you! Get out!"
Ren Hua's face turned red and he knelt on the spot, feeling ashamed and angry... It was over, it seemed that this guy had no intention of letting him go.
However, the matter has come to an end, and there is no way out. I can only bite the bullet and shout: "I accept my order from my humble position!"
Fang Zheng nodded: "Well, take out all the money you have. Find someone to give me double the money you owe the restaurant! If such vicious things happen again that disturb the people in the future, don't blame me for being ruthless. !”
"Where is Zhang Shi being held? Find someone to take me there!"
Soon, Zhengyi entered the imperial prison under the leadership of the small official.
This imperial edict was obviously hastily completed and has not yet been completed. However, it can be seen that it is carefully designed, and the walls of the semi-underground structure are very thick.
Some simple torture instruments have been placed inside, and the overall environment looks relatively clean.
There were no prisoners, and it was empty and dark inside.
After following the clerk for more than ten steps inward, he saw Zhang Shi. At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged on the same spot. His hair was still neatly combed, but his mental state was a little worse.
Just as Fang Zheng was about to speak, a crazy old man suddenly rushed up from the next door and cursed angrily through the cell door: "Thief! I'll kill you!!"
The clerk immediately explained: "Master Fang, this man is the head of the Yan family and the father of Yan Guoan. He was captured together with Zhang Shiyi. I heard that he had committed something before, and your Majesty has let him go. . It wasn’t long before it was revealed that he was involved with Zhang Shi. The superiors specifically ordered him to be brought to justice and left to be tried together by the adults.”
Fang Zheng nodded.
He had already heard the prince tell him about this matter. The old guy stayed in the palace and was interrogated repeatedly by Dongchang. He was stripped of everything.
But I heard that he has an iron ticket to avoid death... This thing is really unreliable, just find a reason to make you die twice.
He turned to the clerk and said, "When you go out later, go and check how many people have received death-free iron coupons in our dynasty so far, and how many people have died."
"It's Mr. Fang, I understand."
Mr. Yan already hated Fang Zhengyi to the core, and yelled and cursed crazily through the cell door.
Fang Zheng was not in a hurry to talk to Zhang Shi. The old man kept nagging at the side and gave him a headache.
He turned back to the place where the torture instruments were placed, found a thick and long stick, and stabbed Yan Laoji hard with the stick through the cell door.
While stabbing, he cursed: "I'm here! You really think I respect the old and love the young! If you say anything else, I'll rush in and beat you!"
After a series of blows, the old man was stunned and huddled in the corner, staring at him with resentful eyes.
"Keep staring! I'll have someone feed you shit tomorrow!"
Fang Zheng stared back, and there were tears in Yan Lao's eyes, and he silently turned his head to the corner...
Throwing away the stick, Fang Zheng dusted off his hands and walked to Zhang Shi's cell door again.
He knelt down and said with a smile: "Master Zhang, we haven't spoken for a long time."
Zhang Shi still closed his eyes and said calmly: "I have nothing to say to you. I am loyal to His Majesty. No one can deny this. I just made a mistake and boarded King Wu's pirate ship."
Fang Zhengyi said disdainfully: "You have already said nice things. You are all about doctrines on your lips and all your business on your heart. If you like money, don't pretend to be honest. It is very shameless to use loyalty and patriotism as a shield."
"I just want to ask you this time. King Wu said he would give you two million taels of silver every year. Where is the money hidden?"
"I don't want to waste any more words, and I'm too lazy to use punishment. You might as well just do it."
There is nothing to interrogate. In fact, the most valuable thing is the bank.
The Zhang family has a great business, and if he takes so much black money, he will definitely hide it tightly. If he doesn't take the initiative to recruit it, he doesn't know how much effort it will take.
Zhang Shi remained silent.
The clerk stepped forward and said sadly: "Master Fang, there is someone among us who can play the pipa, so let him try it out!"
"Pipa? How can that thing be used to interrogate prisoners?" Fang Zheng smiled and suddenly thought of the singing studio in Taoyuan County.
Unexpectedly, this newly built prison was quite humane.
The clerk said: "Yes! He's so capable. I tied him to a chair, took off his shirt, then used a sharp knife to carefully pick off the skin and flesh on the ribs, and finally used the blade of the knife to continuously scratch the ribs as if playing a pipa."
"Every bone is peeled off, sweat is pouring like rain, and it is repeated up and down to discipline him to live but not to die! There is no prisoner who can survive this trick."
"..." Fang Zheng felt goosebumps all over the floor and asked in surprise: "Where did you come from, to be so well-connected?"
The clerk replied: "The young one was transferred from Dongchang. The boss said that we are short of manpower and need some help..."
Fang Zheng glanced at Zhang Shi, saw a slight change in his expression, and continued to ask, "Are there any other tricks?"
"Yes, there are many of them! What about finger-twisting, stick clamping, skinning, tongue breaking, spine breaking, finger falling off, stabbing..." The clerk recounted it like a treasure trove, and there was a slight sweat on Zhang Shi's forehead.
Not to mention it was him, Fang Zheng was extremely shocked when he heard this.
He is still unable to accept all kinds of torture in ancient times.
Although these things are extremely efficient, they can easily lead to dependence. He is afraid that he will become a cold-blooded pervert...
When the clerk had finished talking, Fang Zheng urged: "Okay, you go out and check for me about the death penalty."
After the clerk left, Fang Zheng said to Zhang Shi: "Master Zhang, I don't like to use violence the most, so just do it directly. What happened to King Wu? Where is the money hidden? We are all scholars, how can we be so rough?" What are you doing?"
Mr. Yan slowly turned his head and looked at Fang Zhengyi with dull eyes...
