I'm just a swineherd, not a beastmaster.

"Waiter, go and help the guest to the toilet." The shopkeeper greeted the waiter enthusiastically.

"No, it's just a pee, no need to serve."

Yuan Feng waved his hand and walked towards the backyard.

I'm not stupid. Why do I need someone to help me go to the toilet? The shopkeeper's service attitude is good, but he is a little too enthusiastic.

Yuan Feng was still foolishly thinking about how to spend the money, but he didn't know that Manager Yin was not enthusiastic at all, but was just afraid that Yuan Feng would find something wrong and run away.

After a while, Yuan Feng returned to the store refreshed.

"Boss, make another pot of tea."

It's free tea anyway, it would be a waste not to drink it, so Yuan Feng, feeling relaxed, stopped being polite.

"Okay, sir, you are connoisseur. The tea in my shop is all top-grade Biluochun." Shopkeeper Yin brewed the tea with great enthusiasm.

How can I say that I know what is good? I just have never eaten fine bran or drunk good tea... Yuan Feng still has some understanding of himself.

The tea tasted good, but Yuan Feng only drank half a pot this time because he really didn't want to drink so much that he had to hold his urine.

"Sir, another drink."

"No, no, there are footsteps outside. I think Mr. Qian is back?"

"Sir, you have a very good hearing."

"No, there are too many people. It doesn't seem like Old Qian has come back." Yuan Feng listened carefully and the footsteps sounded a bit messy and heavy, like a group of strong men.

Shopkeeper Yin's mouth curled up secretly... It's good to have more people. I'm also worried that the government won't take it seriously and send too few detectives.

Just when Yuan Feng was about to continue waiting for Mr. Qian, the footsteps were getting closer and closer, heading straight towards the money house.

Soon, the owner of the footsteps appeared at the door of the money shop. They were seven or eight constables, each holding a shining sword, with a golden rope hanging on their body and a ferocious face.

"Boss, is there something wrong with your family?"

Before Yuan Feng finished speaking, seven or eight constables threw out the ropes they were carrying at the same time, and the ropes grew longer in the wind.

Before he could react, Yuan Feng was tied up like a dumpling. The more he struggled, the tighter he was tied.

"It's bad. It's not the bank that has the problem. It's me."

Yuan Feng couldn't help but secretly groan.

"Be honest, is this thing yours?!" The square-faced captain grabbed the package and asked loudly.

Yuan Feng looked at the familiar package. It was the jewelry he brought. Who else could it belong to if not him?

Although he didn't know what had happened, he could see that the constable arrested him because of the jewels. Now he just hoped that these jewels were not his.

"It's mine, but I picked them up."

If he told the truth, these jewels were stolen from that crazy old man, but it would be even more difficult to explain if he told the truth, so Yuan Feng told a little lie.

"Humph, I have caught countless thieves. Every thief says that he picked up the stolen goods. Take them away!"

Obviously, this lie did not fool the captain.

The tied-up Yuan Feng completely lost the ability to resist, and even the spiritual power in his body could not function.

This rope should be a magical treasure, specially prepared for controlling monks.

Yuan Feng, who had no hope of escaping, regretted a lot, not because he regretted taking the crazy old man's things.

Instead, he regretted that he should not have blatantly taken the jewelry to the bank to exchange for money.

But regret is no use now. Now he only hopes to meet a magistrate who is willing to listen to his explanation.

While praying, he was taken to the streets and paraded through the city.

Passersby gathered to watch. Catching criminals was the best form of entertainment for the people in the city.

"This guy is quite handsome and young. I don't know what he has done wrong."

"I know, he is a flower thief!" some busybodies said nonsense.

"That's really abominable. He's so young and does such a thing. Was it this boy who did that to the widow in the west of the city?"

When someone starts to make a fuss, someone else will take up the conversation.

However, there are still rational spectators.

A man dressed as a scholar refuted him, "What nonsense! He was taken away from a bank. Why would a flower thief go to a bank?"

"Yes, I think this guy must be a robber who robbed the bank."

"This is too bold. The constables in our county are not there to eat and do nothing."

The spectators were talking at once, and Yuan Feng, who was tied up like a dumpling, could hear it all, but he was unable to refute it.

I'm just thankful that everyone doesn't really think of me as a flower thief. I can lose my head and bleed, but I can't damage my reputation.

In the crowd, Zhao Muxin pointed forward in surprise: "Sister Jiuer, look, the person who was arrested looks like Brother Feng."

"What does it look like? That's it."

"Oh, Brother Feng was caught? What should we do?" Zhao Muxin was immediately flustered.

"Let's go back to the inn first and talk about it tomorrow."

Hu Jiuer didn't understand the rules of the human race very well, nor did she understand Yuan Feng's thoughts. She was afraid that Yuan Feng was deliberately being captured, so she didn't dare to act rashly.

So tomorrow, if Yuan Feng doesn’t come back, she can go to the government and get him back.

"What are you waiting for? Brother Feng has been arrested tomorrow."

"Then tell me, what should we do now?" Hu Jiuer asked sincerely.

Zhao Muxin was stunned. She was a weak woman, and together with Hu Jiuer, there were two weak women. They were indeed powerless.

Having no ability doesn’t mean doing nothing, that’s what Zhao Muxin thinks.

"No, we can't go back to the inn. Let's go ask Brother Feng why he caught her."

……

Yuan Feng was escorted to prison, and the constable untied the rope for him and put him in shackles.

The shackles also had the effect of disrupting the spiritual energy in the body, completely cutting off his possibility of escaping from prison.

"Stay still, the county magistrate will try you tomorrow."

After the constable finished speaking, he rudely threw Yuan Feng into the cell.

The cell was dark and damp, and there was a foul stench of feces and urine. It was unknown how long it had been since it was cleaned.

The sanitary conditions are not even as good as the pigsty in Yuanfeng's home.

His pigsty was flushed at least every two or three days, but the toilet in this cell hadn't been emptied for who knows how long. It was overflowing, and Yuan Feng was so disgusted that he almost vomited out the leftover food.

"New here, why are you here?"

A question came from the corner, and Yuan Feng noticed that he had a cellmate.

Yuan Feng turned his head and saw a young man lying in the corner with disheveled hair. If it weren't for his good eyesight, he really wouldn't be able to tell the man's age.

I saw that the other person's face was covered with grease, and the prison uniform on his body was dirty and black. He was barefoot, and the soles of his feet were very clean.

Although the young man was disheveled, his mental state was surprisingly good. His muscles were faintly visible under his prison uniform, and he looked very strong.

Seeing Yuan Feng didn't say anything, the young man started talking to himself: "Look at my feet, my shoes were taken off by the jailers outside. You just came in and they didn't have time to pay attention to you."

"Hey, you brought a storage bag with you, is there any food in it?"

Yuan Feng grabbed the storage bag and shook his head: "No."

"Hey, it's the same if you have it. If you dare to take it out and the jailer sees it, you will be beaten again. Don't hold your storage bag so tightly. When the jailer empties it, he will strip you of everything inside."

"I will have the trial tomorrow and I will be able to get out after the trial."

"Hahaha, naive. Of those who came in here, I've only seen people come out dead, but never one who came out alive. Naive boy, what's your name? Let me introduce myself first. My name is Feng Shaotian."

"My name is Yuan Feng, but I am really innocent. If the county magistrate is done with the trial, he should be able to let me go, right?"

"You are really wishful thinking. I see that you are carrying a storage bag, so you must be a cultivator. Instead of imagining that the county magistrate will show mercy, you might as well find a way to build a foundation in a short period of time." Feng Shaotian bit a straw and changed his posture from lying to sitting.

"Building the foundation? Is there any explanation?" Yuan Feng asked curiously.

Feng Shaotian was stunned: "It seems that you don't even know that foundation-building cultivators can be exempted from punishment? Which sect are you from?"

"I don't have a sect."

"That's a casual cultivator. Who is the master who brought you in?"

"My master's name is Sifang Jushi, and he is also a casual cultivator."

Feng Shaotian curled his lips in disdain: "What's Sifang? I've never heard of it. It's not famous at all. It's not a mainstream casual cultivator. It's normal that I can't teach you much."

Yuan Feng wanted to refute this, but he couldn't find any point to refute. His master really didn't have a good reputation.

"By the way, do you have a foundation-building pill in your storage bag? Lend me one. I am now at the peak of Qi Refining. I will be able to get out after building my foundation. I will pay you back a hundred times and help you get out of prison. Don't be afraid that I won't pay you back. My father is the King of Dongzhou, Feng Yufeng."

"No, I have some herbs, do you want them?" Yuan Feng shook his head and took out the herbs.

"I'm not a rabbit, why do I need grass?" Feng Shaotian spat the straw on the ground.

“It’s herbs.”

"it's the same."

"By the way...you are from Dongzhou? Then how come you came to the Southern Territory and were caught in jail?" Yuan Feng was very shocked. He did know a little about the geography of this world.

Now the two warlords of Dongzhou and the southern border are at war, and this young man says that he is the son of the King of Dongzhou. Yuan Feng suspects that he is talking nonsense.

But judging from his mental state and his logical speech, he doesn't seem to be a mental patient.

"It's a long story. I'm pursuing someone. To be precise, she's not a person."

"She... is hateful?" How hateful must she be to call her a non-human?

"It's not a question of whether she's hateful or not. She's the kind of person who's very special and makes people want to hold her in their arms." Feng Shaotian looked intoxicated.

Yuan Feng looked puzzled: "What on earth are you talking about?"

Feng Shaotian was intoxicated for a while before he said seriously: "She is a fox demon. I fell in love with her, so I kept chasing her."

Oh my god, buddy, are you King Zhou?

Even the fox demon wants to have sex with him, he should be locked up.

Yuan Feng felt that there were cracks in his world views.