A car accident, our family of three crossed

"Oh, it's going to be lively now." In the teahouse, Hang Shuheng stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, looking at several men who were brought into the court after beating the drum opposite.

Zhou Huan came over and asked, "Does Hang Tongsheng think that what these people reported is related to the Wan family?"

"You'll know when you wait and see."

In the court, before the Wan father and son could be taken away, they saw the men beating drums outside the court, and a sense of foreboding rose in their hearts, which were already as hopeless as death.

Several men were brought to the court, and before the prefect could question them, they all knelt on the ground and cried out for justice.

"Greetings to the prefect, please help us. We want to sue the young master of the Wan family for robbing a decent woman, forcing someone to death, and occupying the farmland of farmers..." Several men listed the crimes of Wan Baolu one by one, and finally raised the petition written in advance above their heads, "This is the petition we asked someone to write, please take a look at it."

"Send it up."

The petition was presented to the prefect. It would have been better if he hadn't read it. Once he did, he could no longer suppress his anger.

"What a young master of the Wan family! His crimes are simply heinous and unforgivable." The prefect shouted angrily, handed the petition to a yamen runner and asked him to show it to the Wan family father and son. "Take a good look at these crimes. I want to see how you, the Wan family, can deny them."

The father and son of the Wan family took the petition and read it, and their hands began to shake unconsciously. The petition listed all the crimes of Wan Baolu, some of which Wan Baolu didn't even remember whether he had done. But if these crimes were proven, he would be finished, and even the gods couldn't save him.

The only thing he could do now was to deny it: "Sir, it's unjust, these unruly people framed me."

"Whether you have been wronged or not, I will make the final decision." The prefect looked at the men kneeling below and said, "Tell me all the injustices you have suffered. If there is even a single lie, I will not let you off easily."

"Yes, sir, I dare not lie." The leading man raised his head and said, "My name is Zhang Mandun, and I am a villager of Xiangshui Village. Two months ago, my wife was abducted and raped by the eldest son of the Wan family when she was washing clothes by the river. She felt ashamed to face people and chose to jump into the river to commit suicide. I took people to the Wan family's farm to ask for an explanation, but they beat me up. They gave me fifty taels of silver notes and threatened that if I dared to make trouble again, they would kill my whole family..."

Zhang Mandun said as he took out a fifty-liang silver note from his pocket. Even though his family was so poor that they could barely make ends meet, he would not allow them to spend this silver note that was bought with his wife's life. He had never given up the idea of ​​seeking justice, and now this silver note was put to good use, becoming the only evidence.

"This is the fifty taels of silver that the Wan family gave me."

"Send it up."

When the silver note was presented to the prefect, it had the words "Wanjia Money House" printed on it, so it could not be faked.

At this time, another man immediately told about his family's experience: "I am Zhu Dagui, a villager of Zhujia Village. Half a year ago, the eldest son of the Wan family took a fancy to a few acres of good farmland of my family and wanted to buy it at a low price. My father was unwilling to sell the good farmland at a low price, so he was beaten unconscious by the people brought by the eldest son of the Wan family and forced to sign a sales contract. Afterwards, my father died a few days later due to serious injuries."

At the end of his speech, the man burst into tears. He handed the unreasonable sales contract to the yamen runner and presented it to the prefect.

The current official price for an acre of good farmland was fifteen taels, but the price on this agreement was less than half of the official price. Six acres of good farmland was sold for only thirty taels.

After hearing about these two incidents, Wan Baolu still had a deep impression that at that time, he was confident because he was the brother-in-law of the county magistrate, and he never thought that these unruly people would dare to go against the Wan family. However, the current situation is not as good as before, and the Wan family is now in trouble. These people have lost their fears and have united to make the Wan family even worse.

"Two lives, Wan Baolu, ah Wan Baolu, who gave you the right to take lives like this and seize farmland?" Even the prefect who had handled countless cases was furious at this moment. He slammed the gavel heavily and said, "Come here, take Wan Baolu back to the prison and put him in solitary confinement. I will make a decision after I find out the truth."

Apart from other things, if these two incidents were confirmed, Wan Baolu would not be able to escape death. Soon Wan Baolu was dragged away by the yamen runners. Master Wan still did not give up pleading for mercy, but it was futile. This was already a dead end.

The prefect said to the men in the hall, "You can go back and wait for the government's announcement. If what you said is true, we will give you justice. If you dare to deceive the government, we will not let you off easily."

"Thank you, Your Excellency the Prefect. Thank you, Your Excellency the Prefect." Several people were extremely excited and kowtowed, shedding tears of gratitude.

God has eyes, and their long-term dormancy has not been in vain. In order to face the Wan family head-on, they have been away from home for several days, and now they can bring good news back home.

In the teahouse opposite the county government office, Zhou Huan's servants were running back and forth, bringing them real-time updates on what was happening in court.

"Master, those men all sued Young Master Wan. I didn't expect that Young Master Wan would be responsible for two deaths. In my opinion, he is dead this time."

The servant described what he had seen and heard outside the court, and after he finished speaking here, he went to the next door to repeat it, because his eldest daughter was also very curious about the affairs of the Wan family.

The Wan family's case has come to a temporary end. Hang Shuheng still has some things to do, and Song Ning is invited by Zhou Ru to go strolling on the street together. So they agreed to meet Shuisheng's ox cart at the city gate, and then they went their separate ways.

Hang Shuheng walked into the bookstore "Xingyun Bookstore" with the books he had brought back from the bookstore before, as well as the versions he had copied.

"Boss, I'm here to do my job."

The shopkeeper who was lowering his head at the counter heard the words, looked up and saw the person coming, was stunned for a moment, and then said in surprise: "You, you are Hang Tongsheng?" The shopkeeper's voice attracted the attention of others.

Hang Shuheng touched his nose out of habit, which was his habitual action to push up his glasses in his previous life. "If you mean the Hang Tongsheng from Shangtang Village, I think I should be the Hang Tongsheng you are talking about."

The shopkeeper came out from the counter, rubbing his hands with a little excitement, "Have you finished copying all the books you took back directly?" Previously, the matter of Hang Tongsheng being framed and imprisoned by the eldest son of the Wan family caused a lot of controversy. The poems he wrote in prison have now been framed by Wanjuan Bookstore and hung in a conspicuous place for people to observe, attracting many literati and poets to visit.

The shopkeeper secretly calculated that if he announced to the public that Xingyun Study had books handwritten by Hang Tongsheng, he wondered if this would bring some benefits to the study.