Being an emperor is not something he can do, so he can only rely on his connections.

Zhu Banshan thought about it all night, sweating profusely, but there was no response from the dark cell.

Surrender? Death!

If they really knew something, they would die.

Tangled

At daybreak, footsteps were heard in the prison hall.

Wang Huang, the magistrate of Yunzhou, brought two yamen runners and Wang Heng, carrying a food box, and opened Zhu Banshan's prison door.

Wang Huang asked: "What did they ask?"

Zhu Banshan responded: "No, I didn't say anything. Sir, they seem to know about the matter of the bank!"

Wang Heng's face changed and his hands holding the food box began to tremble.

Wang Huang cursed, "You bastard! What on earth did you say to them?"

Zhu Banshan said in a tearful voice, "I really didn't say anything. It was Zhao Hao. Zhao Hao is the one who wants to be the boss!"

Wang Heng pulled the angry Wang Huang and said, "Brother! Don't worry. I've sent people to keep an eye on them, but there's no movement yet. It's time to clean up your mouth."

The two men understood each other, and Wang Huang took two yamen runners to guard outside the door.

Wang Heng stayed in the cell, squatted down and opened the food box.

There was a pot of wine and exquisite cakes inside.

Zhu Banshan was a little bit unbelievable, but seeing the actions in front of him, he couldn't help but ask, "Brother-in-law, what does this mean? The tongue you want to clean... is mine?"

Wang Heng acted serious and said, "Banshan, you know what we are doing is life-threatening."

Zhu Banshan's eyes were dull as he said, "Yes, more than one person's head fell off."

"Think about your sister. The old couple passed away long ago, and your sister raised you. Although I am also a servant, I have never treated you and your sister unfairly."

"..."

Zhu Banshan did not respond, but just looked at the "brother-in-law" in front of him blankly.

"Banshan, everything I did was for your sister and your niece!"

"..."

"After this is over, I will take them to enjoy wealth and glory!"

"..."

"Besides, your sister is pregnant now! We are the ones at fault, but the baby in her belly is not at fault!"

Hearing this, Zhu Banshan came back to his senses, gasping for breath, staring at Wang Heng with eyes full of resentment.

He said, "My sister is not in good health, please don't neglect her!"

Wang Heng patted his chest and said, "No, absolutely not. I sent someone to buy two maids to serve you this morning."

"Wang Heng, don't think I don't know. You took two concubines behind my sister's back. If you dare to take them home, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost."

Zhu Banshan shouted, grabbed the wine bottle and took a few big gulps, then stuffed the cakes into his mouth desperately.

He knew that the wine was poisoned, and he also knew that the cake was made by his sister. For decades, this mung bean cake was his favorite.

Seeing Zhu Banshan drink the poisoned wine, Wang Heng stood up and left coldly.

Standing outside the prison door, Wang Huang covered his nose with a handkerchief and ordered the two yamen runners, "Keep an eye on him. Report him when he dies!"

Zhu Banshan finished a whole box of mung bean cakes. He raised the wine jug and drank from it, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

……

At this time, in an inn in Yunzhou City, Zhang Jingwei and his group were crowded in a room.

Because my house burned down, I had to rent a place to stay.

This old and shabby room actually cost two taels of silver a month, which made Zhang Jingwei so angry that his teeth itched.

The bed was hard and damp, and the mosquitoes and flies made him very uneasy.

I definitely didn't get more than two hours of sleep that night.

It was daylight outside, but the room was still dim.

I was thinking about catching up on some sleep, but was interrupted by the quarrel between two people.

"Master, you still want to go to work after such a big incident? Master didn't give you any food, did he?"

"Well, I have nothing to do here, so I might as well go out and earn a day's wages."

"I say, are you obsessed with money or are you confused? If you go back now, will that old dog Wang Heng let you go?"

"Hey, what a coincidence! I'm going to the farm today."

"Okay, go ahead. As long as you step over there, I'll beat the shit out of you."

Mu Tou and Liang Dahai were arguing there because Liang Dahai wanted to go to work, but Mu Tou kept stopping him.

"That's enough, both of you! Stop disturbing the young master while he sleeps." Zhang Liu climbed up from the straw mat and shouted at them.

Obviously, Zhang Liu's voice was much louder than the sound of their quarrel.

The two stopped arguing and just kept pushing each other.

"Good morning, everyone! What an energetic day!" Zhang Jingwei got up from the bed helplessly, opened the window and stretched.

When Zhang Liu saw the young master wake up, he helped him wash up.

After traveling through time to the present, the problem of washing has become more and more serious. The original Master Zhang himself had some mouth ulcers, so disinfecting with salt water had no effect at all.

The taste in my mouth became stronger and stronger, and I could only keep chewing the tea leaves dry.

I quit smoking successfully and my breathing feels much fresher now.

Seeing the bustling streets filled with vendors, Zhang Jingwei asked curiously, "What day is today? Why are there so many vendors on the street?"

Zhang Liu replied, "Today is market day. The first and fifteenth day of every month in Yunzhou City are market days."

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he slapped his forehead and said, "Oh! It's the beginning of the dog days of summer. I have to go to Zhuji and have a bowl of mung bean soup."

Zhang Jingwei wiped his face and said weakly, "Well, that's a good idea. Go ahead, I need to catch up on some sleep."

Finally, after everyone's persuasion, he left the house.

Zhang Jingwei walked into the market town, and everyone inside seemed to know him. Some smiled and nodded at him, some saluted him, and some even took the initiative to greet him.

A handsome young man appeared in front of Zhang Jingwei and gently patted his shoulder with his folding fan. "Brother Jingwei, it's been a long time since we last met. How come you look so down and out?"

He was dressed in a pure white robe, with an upright figure and elegant temperament. He had a handsome face, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and a faint smile on his lips, giving people a friendly feeling.

Although Zhang Jingwei was also wearing gorgeous silk clothes, he had no toilet paper when he went to the bathroom these two days, and his long robe was torn into tatters.

"Who is this?" He didn't know the young man in white, so he turned around and asked Zhang Liu.

"He is your classmate and friend, the young master of Taobaozhai. Ma Tianmao!" Zhang Liu responded in a low voice.

"What? Taobao? Tianmiao?! Could his father be Ma Yun?" Zhang Jingwei couldn't help but joke.

Ma Tianmao smiled slightly and said, "It's been a while since I've heard Brother Jingwei call me that. The rumors in the market that Brother Jingwei took poison and lost his memory seem to be unfounded. Tianmao thanks Brother Jingwei for his regards on behalf of my father."

This young man is so polite...

"Oh my god, your father is really Ma Yun." Zhang Jingwei was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"Young Master, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Zhang Liu tugged at Zhang Jingwei's sleeve to remind him.

After adjusting his form, he opened his mouth and started talking nonsense: "Tian Miao... Brother Tian Mao, you don't know, my mind is as confused as paste after going to the underworld. I even shaved my head and prepared to become a monk. But I think this is the only one left in my Zhang family. In order to continue the incense of my ancestors, I still choose to live in the world of mortals."

After saying that, he pulled off the square hat on his head.

Ma Tianmao was startled at first, then sighed, "Alas, although I have a lot of worries, it is not so easy to get rid of the mortal world. Brother Jingwei, don't be sad. The past will always be in the past."

This sour scholar's tricks made Zhang Jingwei want to laugh, but he managed to hold it back.

"Oh, forget it, let's not talk about this. Today is the beginning of the dog days of summer, let's go for a walk and have some bean soup at Zhuji." Zhang Jingwei put his arm around Ma Tianmao's shoulders and walked towards the market.