nashuaworldcup Chapter 66 This official's surname is not Pig
Chapter 66 This official's surname is not Pig
Chapter 66 This official's surname is not Pig
Nianxia wiped away her tears and said aggrievedly, "Your Honor, obstructing the execution of official duties is punishable by a fine of 5 taels of silver or 1 year of labor reform."
“Nianxia, you’ve got it wrong again! It’s not five taels, it’s fifty taels!” Wang Wenzhou complained in a serious tone.
“Ah…” Nianxia frowned. She remembered correctly! She looked at Yuhan questioningly.
Yuhan was also completely confused. She was puzzled because she clearly remembered that the official document from the adults at the time stated five taels of silver.
"Silly girl! It's obvious that I just made up a bunch of nonsense to blackmail them!" Wang Wenzhou winked at Nianxia.
Nianxia understood immediately and nodded repeatedly.
"Did you hear that? Do you want to pay a fine or go to labor camp?" Wang Wenzhou asked.
The four scholars all had a "you're robbing me" look on their faces! Damn it! Fifty taels of silver? For an ordinary family, saving fifty taels in ten years is already considered good!
The four scholars knew what "labor reform" meant. The labor reform camp outside the city was already one-third complete, and it would be finished in two months at most.
"It's just fifty taels of silver!" Ma Deyun grumbled. "Consider it another trip to the Qunfanglou in Hezhou today!"
“Miss Nianxia! Here you go!” Ma Deyun took out a silver note.
Just as Nianxia was about to take the silver note, Ma Deyun deliberately shook his hand and threw the silver note on the ground.
"Oh dear! I'm so sorry! It fell to the ground. Nianxia, give it to your mother. You didn't catch it properly. It's not my fault," Ma Deyun said with a smile.
"You!" Nianxia was furious, her beautiful eyes glaring at Ma Deyun.
Wang Wenzhou wasn't angry. He smiled slightly, bent down to pick up the banknotes, and handed them to Nianxia.
Wang Wenzhou pointed at Yang Shan and the others, and asked, "Where is your fine?"
“Lord Wang, the silver notes have been handed over to you. You can’t have such a bad memory, can you?” Ma Deyun said.
“Fifty taels each!” Wang Wenzhou sneered.
"Damn it! You idiot Wang, you're so heartless!" Yang Shan cursed.
"How dare you! You insult an official of the imperial court!" Wang Qiang said angrily.
"Who insulted an official of the imperial court? Isn't Lord Wang's name Wang the Fool?" Yang Shan asked.
Ma Deyun nodded and said, "I remember Lord Wang, his name is Wang the Fool! Young brother, we have official titles, and it is not an insult to address our colleagues and peers by their given names. Don't talk nonsense. How can we, as scholars, insult officials appointed by the imperial court?"
"Hey! Brother, do you know what Lord Wang's name is?" Yang Shan asked, pointing to a passerby.
The man quickly shook his head, saying, "I can't get involved in this."
Yang Shan laughed and said, "Lord Wang, you've just arrived in Hanshan County. It's not really a mistake for us to call you by the wrong name, is it?"
"I'm not angry!" Wang Wenzhou told himself.
"Show off! You're all so cocky! Don't give me any leverage," Wang Wenzhou said irritably. "Are you going to pay the fine or not?"
Ma Deyun gritted his teeth and paid fifty taels, but he felt a pang of regret if he had to pay three more fifty taels.
The four men huddled together, whispered their discussion, and finally reached a consensus: pay the money. They certainly didn't want to spend a year doing hard labor in a labor camp. They were reluctant to spend the money, but they had to admit they had "made a mistake" first!
“We’ll pay!” Ma Deyun said, then took out a 150-tael silver note and handed it to Nianxia.
"Brother Pig, now that the fine has been paid, can we leave?" Ma Deyun asked with a smile.
“Brother Ma! Look at your memory! Lord Wang, his surname isn’t Pig…” Yang Shan deliberately dragged out the last word “Pig”.
"Huh?" Ma Deyun looked surprised and said in a serious tone, "How could Lord Wang not have the surname Pig?"
"Fuck you!" Wang Wenzhou took a deep breath and muttered under his breath, "I'm not angry. You four bastards, just you wait, I'll show you how to deal with you."
"Lord Wang, do you really not have the surname Pig?" Sun Feng asked.
Wang Wenzhou coldly observed the wicked grins on the faces of the four idiots. He understood that they were trying to provoke him. If he lost his temper and did something unbecoming of his status in front of so many people, these four would definitely seize upon it.
Wang Wenzhou smiled and said coldly, "This official is not actually surnamed Pig, but I think the four of you might really have the opportunity to change your surname to Pig in the future!"
"Hmph!" Ma Deyun snorted coldly. "Wang the Fool!"
"Smack!" Yang Shan pulled out two hundred taels of silver notes and slammed them on the ground, saying irritably, "We'll pay another two hundred taels in fine!"
After Yang Shan finished speaking, the four talented men mounted their horses.
"Goodbye, Brother Pig!" Ma Deyun waved to Wang Wenzhou as he left.
"Damn it! Young master, how can you tolerate this?" Wang Qiang said angrily.
Sheng Liang glared angrily at the backs of the four talented scholars. He was waiting for his uncle's order. As soon as his uncle gave the order, he would rush up and beat them up!
Wang Wenzhou cupped his hands in greeting to the crowd and said, "Everyone, please disperse. If anyone is as rich as those four spendthrifts, they can throw out fifty taels of silver and ride horses around the city."
"Haha..." The crowd burst into laughter.
"Fifty taels is enough for me to live on for the rest of my life. I don't have that much money to waste!"
"Lord Wang is truly magnanimous; a prime minister's belly can hold a boat!"
After watching the spectacle, the crowd dispersed.
Wang Wenzhou said to the policewomen who were still wiping away tears, "Alright, stop crying. These four spendthrifts have money to squander, and there's nothing I can do about it. Go on patrol."
"Yes, sir!" The policewomen rode away on horseback.
Watching the policewomen's retreating figures, Wang Wenzhou thought to himself that they still needed more training. Although they could now patrol on horseback, their combat skills were too low. He'd even been brought to tears by four idiots; how could policewomen like that catch thieves?
"Young Master, did you catch a cold last night?" Wang Qiang asked.
"Xiaoqiang, you're the one with a fever! Stop making sarcastic remarks! Let's go!" Wang Wenzhou tugged at Sheng Liang, saying as they walked, "Xiaoliang, today your big brother is going to teach you your first lesson in life: patience is the best policy!"
"Pfft!" Wang Qiang chuckled, thinking to himself, "What's wrong with the young master today? Has he gone crazy again?"
"What are you grinning about?" Wang Wenzhou said irritably. "Xiao Qiang, what else could you do but be unable to bear it just now?"
"Of course, we'll beat them so badly their own parents wouldn't recognize them!" Wang Qiang frowned and said angrily.
"Xiaoqiang, remember this! Smart people use their brains, not their fists. Your young master is the magistrate of Hanshan County. If I were to get into a brawl on the street, and someone reported me, your young master would lose his job!" Wang Wenzhou explained.
Wang Qiang sneered, "Young Master, when did you become like before, never talking back when you're insulted?"
"Tch! If a dog bites you, can you bite the dog back? Me, a dignified county magistrate, arguing with someone in the street? You're not ashamed, but I am!" Wang Wenzhou curled his lip, patted Sheng Liang's shoulder and said, "Little Liang, big brother, let me teach you the second lesson in life. A gentleman takes revenge even after ten years."
"Haha... Young Master, what you said is as good as saying nothing!" Wang Qiang mocked again.
Wang Wenzhou also couldn't think of a good way to deal with the four talented scholars. Those four idiots had official titles, so there was no way to find fault with them. Even though Wang Wenzhou was the county magistrate, he couldn't do anything to them. Wang Wenzhou could only wait for a later opportunity to vent his anger.