Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

"Is that a duck's beak? Why can't you be flexible? Would it kill you to bow your head and admit your mistakes?"

The city lord kept giving Lin Ping meaningful glances.

If he really wanted to punish Lin Ping, why would he give him a chance to defend himself?

But he also had to give an explanation to the army and to Jiang Xiuwen, so he gestured for Lin Ping to bow his head and admit his mistake. Even if he was punished, it was better than losing his head.

"Lin Ping assaulted a private army soldier; he should be executed!"

Without saying a word, Jiang Xiuwen grabbed his longsword and charged forward.

The city lord was already weaker than Jiang Xiuwen, and coupled with his lack of vigilance, he was half a step too slow.

Finished!

He's going to be killed for assaulting a private army soldier!

Lin Ping was somewhat flustered.

He didn't expect Jiang Xiuwen to arrive at this exact moment.

Lin Ping stared dumbfounded at the cold longsword, feeling the breath of death for the first time. He was so frightened that he trembled like a leaf and was about to cry out for his parents.

boom boom boom...

With a crisp sound, a lotus flower descended from the sky. Jiang Yunying stood in front of Lin Ping, exuding heroic spirit, and said softly, "It's not too late for Uncle to make a move after he finishes speaking!"

Was he saved by the Iron-Faced Princess?

Could it be that the Iron-Faced Princess was truly captivated by his handsome appearance?

Just as Lin Ping was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he felt Jiang Yunying's gaze grow even colder. Clearly, if he couldn't provide a reasonable explanation, she would take action herself.

Lin Ping suddenly felt a bit cold from the air conditioning in the rich woman's house. Looking at the Liuwei Dihuang Pills scattered on the ground, he wondered how much longer he could hold on.

The moment he married into the city lord's family, he had to be prepared to be killed by the rich woman at any time...

Unfortunately, this rich woman was colder than an air conditioner. He was about to lose his life before he could even get her. Lin Ping sighed deeply.

Lying on the ground, Qin Diaohui smiled smugly, having already forgotten the pain he was in and the future injuries he would suffer.

At this moment, Lin Ping couldn't back down, so he braced himself and said, "I am here on behalf of my father to teach this unruly dog ​​a lesson."

Once Lin Ping started talking, he couldn't stop. He shamelessly said, "Although I am a son-in-law who married into the family, I am still the nominal husband of the princess and represent the face of the city lord's mansion. But Qin Diaohui wants to spank me whenever we meet, and even wants to team up with two squad leaders to do it."

"I won't stand for it! He's not trying to spank me, he's trying to slap you in the face!"

Lin Ping described the scene vividly: "The two squad leaders also felt that this fellow was wrong and tried their best to stop him, but this fellow was like a turtle eating a weight—determined to beat my son-in-law. My son-in-law has been weak since childhood and knew that he was no match for this fellow, but for the sake of the City Lord's Mansion's reputation, he fought to the death!"

Did Lin Ping lie?

Of course I didn't lie!

However, the otherwise mundane process was vividly described, and some personal opinions and perspectives were added.

"Really?"

The city lord glanced at the two squad leaders.

The squad leader was just the lowest-ranking officer in the army camp, and it was even rare for him to see the city lord. At this moment, he was so frightened that he was out of his mind, and his eyes were darting around.

Finally, they all nodded and said, "Just as the son-in-law said!"

The two of them weren't fools; they could see that the city lord was intentionally protecting Lin Ping. Besides, Lin Ping had praised them while explaining, so they had no choice but to stand on the same side as Lin Ping.

“Father, if I don’t teach this scoundrel a lesson, what will become of the City Lord’s Mansion’s reputation? What will become of our military prestige?”

Taking advantage of the situation, Lin Ping added insult to injury, wishing he could crush Qin Diaohui to death.

This wasn't Lin Ping being vindictive; it was purely a precaution. There was no other way; the other person's name didn't sound like a good person!

Jiang Yunying suddenly became furious. Her icy eyes seemed to freeze the air. A leather whip appeared in her hand, which she swung forcefully twice.

clap clap...

Qin Diao Hui's back was immediately torn open, and he screamed in agony once again.

"Those who are disrespectful to their son-in-law deserve this fate!"

Jiang Yunying raised the leather whip high and said sternly.

Regardless of her feelings for Lin Ping, their relationship was already set in stone. Lin Ping was right; he was a member of the City Lord's Mansion and represented its face. Anyone who disrespected him was disrespecting the City Lord's Mansion!

The two squad leaders broke out in a cold sweat, thankful that they had stood on Lin Ping's side earlier.

Qin Diao Hui lay on the ground, howling and screaming, his heart bleeding, clearly harboring a deep hatred for Lin Ping.

This matter was far from over. Jiang Xiuwen pressed on relentlessly, asking, "How do you explain destroying the salt in these four prison basins?"

The salt in these four prison basins is the hope of the city lord's mansion, and it is even related to the private army's food supply. If Lin Ping really destroyed it maliciously, it would be hard to exonerate him.

From the day Lin Ping married into the family, he was destined to be suppressed by Jiang Xiuwen.

Moreover, since the other party had repeatedly failed to gain any advantage over Lin Ping, they were naturally unwilling to give up easily.

"Master, tell me if this wood is enough to boil salt in four large basins."

Lin Ping asked respectfully, which could also be considered as seeking help.

The salt maker, neither a member of the city lord's mansion nor a soldier, naturally spoke impartially, bowing his head and replying, "Reporting to the city lord, this amount of wood is only enough to boil salt in two prison basins. However, the lord ignored my advice and insisted on boiling salt in four prison basins. Even if the son-in-law doesn't add soap, he still won't be able to boil salt!"

The meaning of this statement couldn't be clearer: the failure to refine salt had nothing to do with the son-in-law; it was entirely Qin Diaohui's responsibility.

Jiang Yunying gripped the whip again; if she weren't afraid of Qin Diaohui being beaten to death, she probably would have taken action again.

"Then you can't just waste the soap pods!"

Jiang Xiuwen persisted, clearly determined not to leave until he taught Lin Ping a lesson.

Sigh... Lin Ping shook his head helplessly, thinking to himself: You old codger, won't give up until you get slapped in the face?

Before Lin Ping could answer, another salt maker screamed excitedly, "Salt has been produced! Salt has actually been produced!"

Upon hearing this, the first salt maker also became excited and quickly checked all the salt pans, which all began to release salt.

Everyone was both excited and puzzled by this strange phenomenon. Logically speaking, the salt content of seawater is not high, and it would take a long time for salt to precipitate out.

"Could it be... related to these soapberries?"

The first salt maker, being experienced, seemed to have thought of something and immediately put a lot more soap pods into the basin.

The effect was immediate; as soon as the soapberry was put in, even more salt was extracted.

"I get it! So adding soapberry helps the salt to leach out earlier!"

The salt makers cheered with joy, as happy as children.

He has been in this industry for over twenty years and has reached a bottleneck. What he wants most is not a lot of money, but a more advanced refining technique. Now it's like he has found a huge treasure.

With this technology, salt production could definitely double, and even alleviate the salt crisis in Huai'an City.

With a thud, the salt maker knelt directly in front of Lin Ping, clasped his hands respectfully, and said, "I am unworthy, having been in this trade for over twenty years without mastering the essence. I humbly request your guidance, sir!"

This kneeling stunned everyone. This man was the most skilled salt maker in Huai'an City, yet he willingly knelt before Lin Ping to ask for instruction. In other words, Lin Ping's salt-making skills had reached a level of perfection.

Everyone looked at Lin Ping in astonishment, even the usually stern city lord broke into a smile.

"Ping'er, how did you know that soapberry can be used to make salt?"

The city lord's cold expression turned kind again, but he couldn't understand how a spendthrift son could possibly know salt refining technology.

Lin Ping glanced at Jiang Xiuwen, whose face was ashen, and then thought about his status as a spendthrift. He felt relieved, and with exaggerated mouth movements, finally uttered four words: "You reap what you sow!"