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

The doctors, who had been completely absorbed in their work, were overjoyed, as if they had found a treasure, jumping and skipping around like children.

Li Yongnian shook his head in disappointment, naturally realizing that Lin Ping was deliberately teasing him.

Regardless, this person has already stood up and can no longer pretend to be dead. Even if he goes to the government office, Lin Ping's punishment will be much lighter.

"Young Master Lin, now that this person is out of danger, you can come back to the government office with us!"

The constable seized the opportunity to say, "It seems you're determined to make Lin Ping kneel before the prefect and lose face."

Lin Ping ignored it. In any case, the two foreman wouldn't leave unless he nodded, and the head constable would be powerless to do anything about it.

"I saved your life, so tell me who's behind this!" Lin Ping said calmly.

This man already had broken ribs, and now, after being tormented by Lin Ping, his mental state was extremely poor, yet he still managed to say with a straight face, "Don't even think about it!"

"What a tough guy."

Lin Ping shook his head helplessly, knowing that this person would not be afraid of some pain.

"Little Li, Big Niu, pin him to the ground. I need to help him remove those five little balls from his body."

Lin Ping gave a cold smile, and two servants cooperated by pressing down on the man's arms.

Upon hearing this, the man turned deathly pale, trembling all over. He was almost kneeling on the ground begging for mercy from Lin Ping. Just as the knife in Lin Ping's hand was about to cut his flesh, he shouted loudly, "It was Zhang Hongyuan! He told me to deliberately crash into your carriage and then frame the City Lord's Mansion!"

Hearing this, Lin Ping laughed and gently patted the man's shoulder, saying, "It's good that you know your mistakes and correct them. Remember not to provoke Master Ping easily next time, or you'll suffer a terrible death!"

These casual words sent a chill down the man's spine. He clearly saw a smiling devil and then took the opportunity to escape, forgetting to return the steel needles to Lin Ping.

"Despicable! It's a frame-up!"

The onlookers all glared angrily at the constable, almost uttering words of defiance against the government.

The captain was so frightened that he trembled like a leaf, his legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground... His testicles hurt!

Not only did he manage to mess things up, but he also allowed Lin Ping to turn the tables on him and end up being accused of slandering nobles, which would mean having his testicles removed.

Lin Ping glanced at the constable's crotch with ill intent, but did not make a move immediately, letting the matter fester among the crowd.

Suddenly, Lin Ping sensed an unprecedented killing intent. He immediately activated his right eye's X-ray vision and quickly scanned his surroundings. Finally, he spotted a dignified middle-aged man wearing a crimson robe with a cloud-like pattern behind the lattice window of the restaurant.

"Little Li, what kind of clothes does the Prefect wear?" Lin Ping asked hurriedly.

Li Mingxuan noticed that Lin Ping's expression was a bit off and immediately replied, "Crimson robe, embroidered with wild geese!"

"All hits!" Lin Ping's heart skipped a beat.

In other words, everything that just happened was under the watchful eye of the prefect.

They had already successfully framed Lin Ping, so the prefect didn't need to personally intervene. This meant there was something fishy about the matter, and the other party might be trying to destroy him.

Lin Ping expanded his field of vision and discovered that dozens of horses were galloping wildly outside the dense crowd. If they were to rush into the crowd, it would surely cause a large-scale stampede, and some people might even die.

"Despicable scoundrel!"

Lin Ping cursed the prefect's ancestors for eighteen generations in his heart.

Clearly, these dozen or so frightened horses were the work of the other side. If they rushed into the crowd and caused casualties, the responsibility would fall on Lin Ping, or even the city lord.

After all, this densely packed crowd was brought here by Lin Ping, which means that in order to bring down Lin Ping, the prefect did not hesitate to kill ordinary people.

"Since you want to play, I'll play with you to your heart's content!"

Lin Ping gritted his teeth in anger, pointed at Zhang Hongyuan hiding in the crowd, and shouted, "Zhang Hongyuan is right there! Grab him and get some answers from him!"

These words were like a pebble dropped into a lake, quickly creating ripples that spread far and wide.

The crowd rushed toward Zhang Hongyuan, naturally wanting to interview him about his feelings.

In this way, the crowd gathered by Zhang Hongyuan would be completely unrelated to Lin Ping, and Zhang Hongyuan would be held responsible.

"interesting!"

The prefect behind the lattice window spoke coldly, dusted off his long sleeves, and turned to leave.

At the same time, several experts suddenly rushed out from a hundred meters away from the crowd and frantically slaughtered the dozen or so horses.

"My husband, my husband, what should I say?"

Jiang Yunying, who was lying in ambush in the shadows, was filled with mixed feelings. At the same time, she stopped several experts who were about to rush out and kill Mad Horse.

Jiang Yunying personally led troops to secretly protect him during this trip. Even if Lin Ping couldn't resolve the crisis just now, Jiang Yunying would not allow a stampede to occur.

She just didn't expect that her husband was so intelligent that he could successfully swindle Zhang Hongyuan, forcing the prefect to send out experts in advance to resolve the crisis.

Unaware of the situation, Zhang Hongyuan was just about to watch a good show when he was unexpectedly besieged by enthusiastic onlookers. In the end, he crawled out from between their legs in a sorry state, feeling like he wanted to die.

Lin Ping knew he couldn't ruin Zhang Hongyuan with this one incident. He could simply deny everything, since the prefect was the one who would decide the case anyway. So, Lin Ping decided to vent his anger on the constable.

"Lord Chief, the door to the castration room is always open for you. Once your injuries have healed, remember to come to the city lord's city so I can crush your other egg, or you'll be beheaded!" Lin Ping smiled faintly, his resolute gaze showing no mercy.

The constable, who was already kneeling on the ground, now placed his hands on the ground and banged his forehead against the ground, pleading bitterly, "Young Master Lin, spare my life! I will never dare to falsely accuse you again!"

Actually, Lin Ping didn't hate the constable; he wanted to make an example of him to show Zhang Hongyuan's sycophants the consequences of offending him, so they wouldn't be soft-hearted.

"My lord, I have spared your life. If you are afraid to go to the castration room, I, Li, can help you." After saying this, Lin Ping handed Li Mingxuan a sharp knife.

This fellow strode menacingly to the constable and brought his knife down with a swift motion.

"Tsk tsk tsk... a lot of blood was shed."

Lin Ping shook his head reluctantly, feigning compassion, and said, "Doctor Li, please help the captain stop the bleeding. I have official business to attend to and cannot stay any longer!"

Before leaving, Lin Ping reminded him, "Remember to come find me in the city lord's city in seven days, or you'll be beheaded..."

"Official business?" Li Yongnian glanced at Lin Ping and thought to himself: You should be grateful you're not causing trouble, what official business could you possibly have?

Li Yongnian has a sharp eye. He can tell what kind of person Lin Ping is from the two things Lin Ping did to the injured man and to take revenge on the head constable. To describe him as vindictive would be a bit of an insult to the word.

Of course, Li Yongnian also knew that all these talented people had some quirks. Since he couldn't persuade Lin Ping, he could only instruct everyone in Anle Hall to be courteous to this young master Lin and not to offend him under any circumstances.

The captain screamed and fainted in a pool of blood, suffering not only from pain but also from a sudden surge of anger.

Losing one ball would affect his happy life. If he could be ruthless enough to cut off the other one as well, he might be able to get a job at the Thirteenth Prison. But he is still young and can't bring himself to do it. He can only hope that Lin Ping will be merciful and spare him.

Lin Ping dusted off the dust from his sleeves, gracefully climbed into the carriage, and continued his unfinished mission.

Jiang Yunyu kept giving Lin Ping a thumbs up, slapping his thigh and saying, "Great job! Brother-in-law is truly a hero!"

amount……

Lin Ping was speechless, feeling it necessary to educate Jiang Yunyu on the difference between heroes and villains, lest he mislead the future of the Wu Kingdom.

The road ahead was wider and flatter, and no one dared to recklessly crash into the city lord's carriage anymore.

At this moment, inside the Zhu residence.

Zhu Xiaoji's father, Zhu Jifu, arrived at the mansion, travel-worn, and excitedly summoned Zhu Xiaoji to the main hall.

He had been away from the mansion for several days and had just finalized a fairly good business deal. He planned to give his beloved son a good talk about it, since the Zhu family would eventually be his, and he couldn't spoil him all the time; he should also learn the ways of business.

The moment Zhu Jifu sat down in the chair, his whole body felt like it was going to fall apart; this hard, stiff thing was definitely not a comfortable leather chair.

"Jie'er, where is my deerskin armchair?" Zhu Jifu asked casually.

Zhu Xiaoji gasped, shivering all over. At the same time, she scolded Lin Ping for breaking his promise. Three days had passed and he still hadn't come to collect the money, making the bulging stack of silver notes in his arms conspicuous. It was very likely that his father would find out and confiscate them.

"Late spring is here, and the weather is warm, so I changed your chair to a bamboo one to keep you warm," Zhu Xiaoji said with a grin, naturally not daring to tell the truth.

I dare not say that the deerskin armchair only sold for five hundred taels of silver.

Zhu Jifu nodded with satisfaction, but then put his arm on the table and immediately felt something was wrong: "Where is my rosewood eight-immortal table?"

"Sandalwood has a strong, dry smell and can easily cause internal heat. I've replaced it with a willow wood table for you; it has no smell!"

Zhu Xiaoji flashed a big smile, though he might break down in his act at any moment.

"Where are my writing implements?" Zhu Jifu seemed to have guessed something, and his heart skipped a beat.

Zhu Xiaoji's body was trembling as he answered cautiously, "I was afraid you would work so hard day and night, so I hid the writing materials..."

This can be considered a filial act. Zhu Jifu's face lit up with joy, and he said kindly, "You can handle the rent collection for me this year. A thousand acres of fertile land is a considerable income."

"The fields...the fields have been...sold! We won't have to collect rent anymore!" Zhu Xiaoji's legs were trembling uncontrollably, and her voice was shaking.

"What?" Zhu Jifu slammed his hand on the table, wincing in pain. He was certain that the willow wood table was harder.

Land was something that people valued most in ancient times; it was often accumulated through the hard work of several generations. The idea of ​​a son selling his father's land could infuriate his father.

Previously, Lin Ping had become famous for selling his family's land, and Zhu Jifu had secretly rejoiced, thinking that his son was more promising than Lin Ping. He never expected that the Zhu family would have such a day.

"Father, please don't get angry. Anger will harm your health. If you get sick, you'll have to take medicine, which will cost a lot of money..." Zhu Xiaoji quickly patted his father's chest to help him catch his breath.

Zhu Ji thought about it and realized that this made sense. With medicine prices so high these days, if he really got sick from getting angry, the suffering would be a small matter compared to the money he would spend!

Moreover, the Zhu family mainly makes money from the transportation industry, and those farm properties don't generate much rent. They can simply buy them back when they make a profit.

"Master, young master, someone from the brokerage has arrived..." Just then, the Zhu family steward rushed in without even knocking.

"A brokerage firm?" Zhu Jifu felt dizzy and his heart skipped a beat. He asked weakly, "What's the brokerage firm doing here?"

“Come…come…” The butler knelt down with a thud and mustered his courage to say, “Come and take the calligraphy, paintings, antiques…in short, take everything of value.”