No one is optimistic about the marriage between Pang Chun and Li Dalang. In Li Kui's view, this is just Xu Bo's wishful thinking.

Although Fat Chun has the absolute potential to become a saint, she can't find a useless man who is not as good as herself, right?

The only advantage of this man is that he can live a good life.

What's wrong with living a good life?

Does it mean that she can't make money?

Li Kui was sure that Pang Chun would not fall in love with Li Dalang. This was not about growing others' ambitions and destroying his own prestige. It was a fact.

Pang Chun was a cook. In the Song Dynasty, cooks had always been one of the highest-status servants in wealthy households. Most of the time, one of them could be eliminated. Because most of the servants were sold as servants, ranging from one or two years to more.

Four to five years, but cooks are the only ones who are not. Most of them are employed, and they can work with their employers anytime and anywhere. This is enough to see that the status of cooks is extraordinary.

Moreover, the income of cooks is also the highest among servants, even higher than that of housekeepers. Especially cooks who come from official families can earn dozens of guan a month.

If a cook from an official family goes to a businessman's family, her status and monthly salary will skyrocket exponentially. That is to say, she bullied the nouveau riche in Yishui County who did not want to make progress, and her shortcomings were exposed. If she were in the capital,

Her net worth can rise to thirty guan a month. If she is a cook from the family of a third-rank official or above, wealthy businessmen will be willing to pay her a monthly salary of hundreds of guan.

Why?

One is having a decent status and having face.

Invite your friends and tell the crowd around you with your chest puffed out that my cook has served Master Shangshu and made banquets for the prince. Can this kind of reputation be supported by a gorgeous mansion? You have been affected by this.

Invite me to come here and have a meal. It is a blessing in my life. After eating, I will be able to boast for half a year. Do you understand?

This is the foundation and a concrete manifestation of the sublimation of the quality of life.

Pang Chun almost missed it, mainly because Zhou Yuan's official position was not high. Even so, Pang Chun was a cook from an official's family. The last important activity in the life of an official is to treat many guests and follow strict rules. If he can even have a serious dinner

If you can't do it, how can you still work as a cook in an official's house?

From this point of view, Pang Chun's social status is much higher than that of Li Dalang.

At least rich people would be polite to her, but to Li Dalang, I'm afraid it would be good if she didn't shout around.

Let’s talk about making money. Although Li Dalang’s business is good now, his business is only booming for four months a year, and he only makes money in these four months. Maybe the secret recipe was leaked that day, and there was a competitor.

, his business will be cut in half, or even worse. But Pangchun is different. She can get a job with a monthly income of more than 20 yuan anytime and anywhere, and the income is guaranteed regardless of drought or flood.

Of course, as long as Fat Chun continues to work in the Zhou family, Zhou Yuan will never fire Fat Chun in his life.

Because this is a servant who has been serving the Zhou family for two generations and is the most loyal servant. How could an official family not have one or two loyal servants who have served the family for several generations?

This is still decent, the dignity of officials.

The next day.

Outside the county government lobby, a group of people entered the lobby after a scuffle.

Zhou Yuan wore a green official attire and a black gauze official hat. He swayed from the back hall into the lobby, sat on the county magistrate's chair, gently picked up the gavel, and dropped it heavily.

Bang--

The loud noise made by the ebony Jingtang knocking on the long case echoed in the lobby, and the government officials shouted in unison: "Mighty——"

Zhou Yuan looked at the messy group of people in the lobby. The leaders were pushing and shoving an embarrassed young man, shouting and gnashing their teeth angrily, as if they wanted to bite him to death to relieve their hatred.

"Who is here?"

"Master, I am the owner of a wine shop on the street, Zheng Er."

"Sir, the younger one is a carpenter in the county."

…

There are also many women carrying all kinds of daily utensils. There are dustpans, which were probably attracted when sweeping the floor; shoe soles and needlework, which were probably attracted by chatting in front of the house; and rolling pins, which the sister-in-law was very fond of.

It was so big that the family was hungry and came to watch the fun. But the young man who was beaten badly suddenly cried out: "Sir, help me!"

ruffian!

Zhou Yuan was preconceived and didn't have any mercy in his heart. Instead, he felt an uncomfortable feeling of disgust towards the person being beaten. Ever since he went to court, this guy's eyes haven't stopped. To say that this kind of person is a bad person is not necessarily a bad person. But he must

To say that he is a responsible person is really a compliment to him. He shouted for help, probably because he thought he saw the county magistrate and found a savior.

"Sir, the villain Wang Fu, the villain wants to sue Zheng Er for framing the villain, and he, he, he... they all beat the villain."

Wang Fu kept kowtowing in the lobby. The one crying was miserable, but just hearing the wailing, there were no tears. Of course, this guy was kneeling on the ground with his head buried, and you couldn't tell whether there were tears in his eyes.

"Come on!"

"Sir!" the yamen leader took a step forward, raised his hands and saluted in reply.

"Let's follow the rules first!"

"Yes, sir."

The head of the class yelled so loudly that everyone outside the lobby really heard it, as if he was speaking in their ears: "Left and right, call me!"

This is called killing an intimidating stick, and ordinary people who file lawsuits will suffer from this anyway. Wang Fu was afraid, his eyes averted and he kept crying: "My lord, I am unjust!"

The other people were stunned. They didn't understand why they were being beaten even though they were the right side.

The board was flying, and the people below were howling like ghosts. Even the passers-by watching the excitement outside the Yamen were frightened. How could this old man be so cruel?

Soon after the 20 big boards were played, Wang Fu was also wilting, and the accusers around him hated Wang Fu even more. It was Wang Fu who suffered this torture for no reason.

Zhou Yuan saw that it was almost done, and then asked: "Do you have the certificate?"

"Villain, villain..."

Obviously not. Many ordinary people have never entered a government office once in their lives. How could they know these procedures? Zhou Yuan didn't care and asked the clerk to start recording. He began to ask questions: "Since you are the plaintiffs, let's talk about it.

Why sue the defendant?"

"Your Majesty, we are all good citizens of the county. Half a month ago, Wang Fu was selling our beef, but I didn't expect that this guy would use poisoned dead beef to harm us. Now the children of Mrs. Qi's family are watching

He is dying of illness, but he flatly denies the transaction with us."

"There is certification, but is there any physical evidence?"

"No." The plaintiff then became excited and responded: "Sir, Wang Fu has no property or job, but he has been in restaurants and casinos every day, and the money he has is from selling beef. At least dozens of guan, sir. If he

If you don’t sell beef, where will the money come from?”

Zhou Yuan asked Wang Fu: "Can you sell beef to them?"

"No, the villain has never sold beef to them." Wang Fu chewed it to death, but could he tell the origin of the cow? Once he told it, it was a big basket, and he couldn't get rid of it even though he beat him hard.

Fold it in yourself.

Zhou Yuan continued to ask: "You have no property or job, so tell me the origin of your money!"

Wang Fu's eyes rolled around for a while and he made up a story: "Sir, I have an uncle who passed by this county. He is a businessman and gave me a sum of money to repair my dilapidated ancestral house."

"Then why waste money?"

"The villain has received a lot of favors from people in the village. I want to have money in my hands, so I invite some of the neighbors who have helped the villain to drink and eat meat to repay others' kindness." Wang Fu said, pretending to be sincere.

Outside the Yamen, Shopkeeper Qiu looked anxiously in the crowd. Then the clerk he sent went around the crowd and went back to report: "Shopkeeper, Mr. Li is not here."

Shopkeeper Qiu said angrily, "How is that possible? Doesn't he live in the county government office?"

The waiter said helplessly: "Maybe he doesn't like to watch the fun?"
Chapter completed!