I started out with seven husbands, and I worked hard to support my family while crying.

The entire Huichuntang hall was filled with a cacophony of noise.

Even the usually kind Zhu Wen changed his usual amiable demeanor. He immediately stood up and ignored the old woman.

Zhu Wen raised his voice, and his authoritative voice suddenly rang out.

"Stop right now! If anyone dares to cause trouble again, I will throw them in jail. I, Zhu Wen, mean what I say. Anyone who doesn't believe me can try!"

"Wow!"

The troublemakers were originally angry young men. When someone shouted at them to stop, they immediately turned into quails and dared not do anything more. They just stood there.

The group looked at each other, then at the chaotic state of Huichuntang, and finally came to their senses, feeling a pang of regret.

Even worse, some wanted to leave first.

At the same time, the waiter from Huichuntang led the constables and rushed over.

He had been inside the shop, waiting for the shopkeeper to return so they could resolve the issue.

But when Zhu Wen arrived, he whispered a few words in his ear and ordered him to go to the yamen to report the case first.

Although the waiter didn't know what the shopkeeper meant, he knew what to do when the shopkeeper took out a silver ingot and stuffed it into his hand, telling him to give it to the constable.

Actually, reporting to the authorities is quite simple; all you need to do is slip some money to them.

However, if one reports a false official, the consequences will be different. One will definitely be held accountable by the yamen runners, which is a waste of government manpower.

When a group of officials surrounded the entire entrance of Huichuntang, the troublemakers immediately became subdued, their expressions filled with panic. They were all terrified; if Manager Zhu ordered his officers to arrest them, they would surely be punished severely.

If a family has some money, that's fine; they can just pay a fine. But if they are ordinary and poor, they will definitely suffer.

At this moment, Zhu Wen walked towards Fang Xiaoxiao unhurriedly.

He bent down and smiled.

"I am truly sorry, Madam Fang, for causing you such distress. I will handle this matter; you need not worry."

Fang Xiaoxiao straightened her expression and forced out a not-so-good smile.

"Thank you, Manager Zhu."

Zhu Wen nodded in acknowledgment and then walked toward one of the constables.

The other person seemed to have some connection with them. After nodding to each other, the two walked to a corner, as if they were discussing something.

Because of the distance, Fang Xiaoxiao was unaware of the content of their discussion.

She stepped over to the old woman who was still kneeling on the ground.

First, he looked at the woman who was already stunned with fear, and then he observed the man who was lying on the ground, barely alive.

The man's chest heaving gradually weakened, and he was exhaling more than inhaling. His face was deathly pale, with a hint of black, and his lips were not only purplish but also gradually cracking. Clearly, his life force was dwindling, and even a great immortal could not save him.

"Oh no, it's hopeless!"

Fang Xiaoxiao shook her head and sighed. She had thought that there was a possibility of saving the other person, but because of the delay, the poison had attacked the other person's heart and there was no way to save them.

Upon hearing this, the old woman panicked, and she cried out in anguish and roared.

"No, no, that's absolutely impossible! Didn't they say that my son would only be sad for a few days at most, and that he would be fine after a few days?"

"You're definitely lying to me, you wicked woman, you're definitely lying to this old woman, yes, that's right!"

The old woman kept muttering to herself, still unwilling to believe the truth and still thinking it was all a fabricated lie.

Fang Xiaoxiao knew the pain of a parent outliving their child, so it was normal for her not to believe the truth.

In her previous life, when she was in a large hospital, she was already used to seeing such things.

The lives of young people are like shooting stars, so many of them passing by in the blink of an eye.

Some of them died of heart attacks from overwork when they were just eighteen years old, while others died of grief after drinking paraquat due to excessive social pressure.

Especially for those who drink poison, not only do they suffer, but their families also suffer together.

As parents, they could only watch helplessly as their children, whom they had raised with such care, grew thinner and thinner day by day, until their lives came to an end.

How many people could bear such pain?

Having finished his discussion with the constables, Zhu Wen smiled and walked up to the group.

Five constables followed behind him. These men had serious expressions and never smiled. They looked around at everyone.

The leader pointed and tried to move the burly man with stubble and several ugly men into the crowd.

"You, you, and you, all of you, take them back to the yamen. As for the rest, Mr. Zhu will let bygones be bygones for today's events. I hope you will behave yourselves and not act rashly."

After the constable finished speaking, he waved his hand and grabbed the man.

The burly man with stubble and a few others tried to explain, but what they got in return was a brutal beating.

Unlike modern times, the yamen runners didn't reason with you. Once they determined you were guilty, you had no choice but to shut up and wait to be questioned in court. If you disobeyed, they would beat you half to death on the spot before dragging you back to the court for trial.

Whether they arrested the wrong person or not is beyond the scope of public management.

In ancient times, the judicial system was not particularly sound, so there were bound to be loopholes and a number of wrongful convictions. One more or one less case didn't matter much.

After everyone left, only the old woman, Zhu Wen, and Fang Xiaoxiao remained in Huichun Hall.

Zhu Wen, with a cold face, looked at the old woman kneeling on the ground and said in a stern voice.

"Tell me, who sent you? Think carefully before you speak. If you dare to utter another word of nonsense, then we'll have to ask you to talk in the prison."

He is not the kind of person who acts ruthlessly, but that doesn't mean he's soft-hearted either.

I will not offend others unless they offend me; if they do offend me, I will certainly fight back.

Upon hearing Zhu Wen's words, the woman who was still immersed in grief over the loss of her beloved son and wife also came to her senses.

She finally realized that it was all just people playing tricks on them, the poor.

The old woman wiped away the dried tears from the corners of her eyes, her voice filled with grief and trembling.

"I have said everything, and I hope that Manager Zhu can provide some funeral expenses so that my son can be laid to rest in peace."

“No problem. As long as what you say is true, I, Zhu Wen, will definitely give your son a proper burial according to the standards.”

Zhu Wen summoned a waiter and ordered him to bring over a few stools and a pot of fine tea, and they chatted while drinking.

After the old woman recounted the whole story truthfully.

Fang Xiaoxiao heard that a woman had approached the woman and promised to give her ten taels of silver as a reward after the matter was completed. At first, the woman did not agree to the visitor, but her son was addicted to gambling. When he heard that he could get ten taels of silver for nothing by simply lying on the ground, he agreed.

The woman specifically told the other woman that all she had to do was cry and make a scene, and that someone would help them.

In short, the woman told the woman to do as she was told, and promised to give her an extra five taels of silver if she did well.

“Every word I have said is true; there is not a single lie.”