I made a fortune by marrying a sickly woman!

"He put the drug in the water tank." Old Li said after checking, "He wanted to make everyone in the post station unconscious. Brothers, report it to the post station chief immediately."

The official in charge of the post station is not a high-ranking official.

When the two officers learned that someone had drugged them, they immediately said they would report to the postmaster.

The postmaster arrived very quickly.

The earlier noise was obviously heard.

After hearing the whole story, the postmaster said, "Lock him up in the woodshed and send him to the authorities tomorrow morning."

that's it?

In fact, this is indeed the normal process.

The postmaster began to get close to Old Li, "We were able to discover the problem this time and avoid a disaster, all thanks to Old Brother Li."

"I advise you not to lock the man up in the woodshed, but to send him to the government office overnight. The other party came to drug him, and there must be a group of thieves behind the scenes. There are only two or three small cats here in the post station. Can you defend it if you encounter robbers?" Old Li gave the advice sincerely.

The postmaster thought about it and it made sense.

He quickly asked someone to harness the carriage as he was going to the government office.

Wait for people to leave.

Qin Ba came over and whispered, "Madam has received news that someone is going to attack you. You are asked to interrogate the man in the woodshed."

"Row."

Old Li looked solemn.

Who wants to attack the young master?

Could it be that the person behind the scenes has noticed the young master's existence?

Old Li put away his casualness and spoke carefully to the officer who was watching for thieves. He got the chance to enter the woodshed, and then he searched the thief again.

The kind that strip searches do.

The tortured thief looked at Old Li again, as if he was looking at a pervert. Then, the thief quickly overturned his opinion of Old Li.

This is not only a pervert, but also a devil.

"Tell me, who you are and what's your purpose for coming to the post station?" Old Li looked at him as if he were a dead person.

The little thief was frightened by the sight.

The answer was a little slow.

"Crack!"

Misalignment of the jaw bone.

The pain was so severe that the thief couldn't even speak. Then, there was another snap, and the thief's left arm was dislocated again. Then the right arm was dislocated, and the pain made the thief sweat profusely.

This has just happened once.

The thief deeply suspected that the other party just wanted to trick him and didn't want to know his answer.

Because before questioning, their jaw would always be dislocated so that he couldn't even speak. How could they ask him to confess?

This was repeated three times.

The little thief was tortured to the point of mental breakdown, and after the fourth time, his jaw was restored by Old Li.

"I say, I say!"

The little thief didn't need Old Li to interrogate him.

He poured out everything he knew, like pouring out beans. When he was frightened, he couldn't help but speak unclearly and incoherently at times, but Old Li quickly filtered out the useful information.

bang bang.

Someone knocked on the woodshed door.

Old Li restored the thief's arms to their original positions.

Then he took out his handkerchief slowly, wiped his hands and went to open the door. Outside the door was the postmaster and his servants, who looked at Old Li suspiciously, "Brother Li, what are you doing?"

"I……"

Old Li hasn't finished speaking yet.

The sweaty little thief fell to the ground in the woodshed and shouted in fear: "I confess, I confess, take me to jail, take me away! Take me away and everything will be fine..."

A group of people watching outside.

There was silence for a moment.

The situation was a bit weird, the thief's reaction was not right.

Old Li smiled and said, "I used some tricks on him and forced him to reveal his accomplice. He said that someone would meet him outside the post station. Sir, do you want to go and catch that person?"

Of course the postmaster wanted to catch him.

The problem is that he needs manpower.

No one with any connections wants to be a postmaster who is not of high rank, because firstly, there is no benefit from it, and secondly, there is no salary which is always owed.

The secret guards had actually already arrested the contact person outside.

The questions I got out of the other person's mouth were similar to what the thief said.

They were just neighborhood hooligans.

A few days ago, someone suddenly came up to me and asked me to teach a poor student who came from Huizhou to the capital to take the imperial examination a lesson and make him miss the examination. If I succeeded, I would get 100 taels of silver.

One hundred taels is a huge sum of money for a gangster.

Moreover, dealing with a student who was taking an imperial examination was a trivial matter in their eyes. However, they forgot that a student who could take part in the imperial examination was at least a Juren.

"Sir, there are two thugs tied up at the door. They are probably the thief's accomplices." An officer came hurriedly to report.

The postmaster lifted his clothes and hurried out to check.

After asking, they found out that they were indeed in the same group, so they put the three people on a carriage and sent them to the yamen overnight.

Not long after.

Song Jin and Qin Chi also heard the whole story.

Qin Chi put a piece of charcoal into the charcoal stove, looked at the burning charcoal and said, "The one who came to fight in the front is just a small fry, and he knows very little."

"Is it just a knockout drug? Maybe those three thieves are lying. I think it's best to have someone search the area again to see if there's anything unusual."

Song Jin always felt that it was not that simple. She believed Song Huaiwang's confession more than the gangster's.

Qin Chi did not expect his wife to be so perceptive. "I have asked the secret guards to check nearby. If my guess is correct, there should be a group of people lurking in the dark. If the three thugs succeeded, I am afraid that a group of bandits will rob the post station tonight, resulting in the death of a candidate who is taking the exam."

When Qin Chi said the last sentence, there was a faint smile on his face.

Song Jin didn't know what to say for a moment.

However, he was just a student from a poor family. How much hatred must he have incurred for the other party to want him to die?

Even if he doesn't die, his future will be ruined.

Song Jin stretched his hand over the charcoal.

The warm feeling makes the heart less cold.

"Who did you offend while studying in the capital?" Song Jin asked tentatively.

Qin Chi smiled and said, "In the capital, no one will want to kill you unless you offend someone. Think about Yuan Shipeng. He dared to attack me just because I was good at studying."

"Is it possible that the exam is hindering someone again?"

It's not unreasonable for Song Jin to think so.

If the children of some aristocratic families meet with misfortune, even if nothing seems to happen on the surface, many people will make way for them.

Many people in this world are seeking fairness. Unfortunately, fairness is mostly just for show.

"Tuk-tuk."

There was a knock on the door.

Qin Ba said outside: "Sir, I have something important to report."

Qin Chi got up to open the door, then turned around and walked inside.

Qin Ba then followed him into the house.

He turned around and left the door ajar to block out the cold wind from outside.

After Qin Chi sat down, Qin Ba immediately reported: "Just now, the secret guards caught a group of people in a dilapidated temple a mile away from the post station. One of them looked like a servant from a wealthy family..."

After some interrogation.

The key lies in that servant.

It was Yuan Shipeng's mother who sent someone.

It is said that before Yuan Shipeng was exiled, he wrote a letter to his mother to make this request. As Yuan Shipeng was raised to be that kind of person, it can be seen that his mother was not a good person either.

Treat human life as worthless.