Chapter 37: Breaking Criminal Law (Part 1)

Zhao Xing smiled very gently, as kind as if he was treating his little brother. He bent down and touched Master Su's head, and patiently explained: "This cow is not for raising it, it is for eating... It will be Mid-Autumn Festival in a few days. Your house has no cooked meat, so I am here to deliver meat."

Mr. Su was very naive. He glanced at the cute calf and asked curiously: "How to eat live cattle?"

Zhao Xing stood up straight and scolded with a stern face: "Go to the kid's house, and play with it, the cow will soon 'fall'... This process is bloody, it's best not to watch the kid's house."

The second young master Su immediately turned around and shouted in a sharp voice: "Auntie, this cow is not raised, it is for food."

When Su Xi ran into the "Snow Hall", Su Dongpo had just picked up a book and was about to tell Cheng Xia and Cheng Shuang the rhythm of poetry and rhymes. Hearing this, the two Chengs forgot to learn. They jumped up excitedly, rushed out of the door, and ran and shouted: "Oh oh... the teacher is going to dance the knife."

Su Dongpo had already understood what Zhao Xing meant. He held Su Hui's hand and held him into his arms, preparing to tell him a story to distract him. At this moment, a miserable "moo" sounded in the courtyard.

With just one sound, the sound stopped abruptly.

Mrs. Wang then rushed into the room and asked pale, "Where is San'er? Don't let him go to the yard. There is also Fuli (Su Qi, four years old, Su Mai's eldest son and Su Shi's eldest grandson. Su Shi gave the name "Old Chu" because of his strong physique, and his nickname is also called "Fuli").

Su Dongpo was very calm. He stroked his beard and said, "Li Ren is bold and meticulous in doing things. Since he thought of letting Xuer go away, he would not dance to kill the cow in front of Saner and Qianwa."

Mrs. Wang touched her chest, gasped for a moment before continuing, "It's so terrible - Li Ren didn't need to tie up the cows. He stood beside the cows, smiling on his face, touched the cow's neck, and while talking to the cows in a low voice, he pulled out a thin thorn from his body, and just thorns..."

Mrs. Wang's face was full of shock. She gasped for a long time and continued with difficulty: "... With just a thorn, the cow fell down with a scream. Then... Then, Li Ren pulled out the iron thorn, with a smile on his face, and wiped the blood on the thorn with a silk thorn--the white silk thorn."

Mrs. Wang’s description is very simple, but Su Dongpo already felt the shock of the scene - at noon, the sun is strong: white silk squid, bright red blood, a man with a smile on his face, a cow that fell to death with just a scream...

"Chaoyun was so scared that he couldn't move his legs," Mrs. Wang added intermittently.

The man was very hard-hearted, not to mention that Su Dongpo also wrote a hunting poem "Tie Huang on the left and Cang on the right". Although he was also thrilling from Mrs. Wang's description, he seemed calm: "We have meat to eat... Today I came back early because I received a notice from the magistrate on the way, and the inn sends a message: Wang Dingguo (Wang Gong) will do it in the future... Let the people leave, prepare a few more pots of wine to entertain Dingguo."

When she heard that Wang Gong and Wang Dingguo were coming, Mrs. Wang was immediately surprised. She immediately gave a blessing without saying a word, ran out happily without saying a word.

Su Shi's friend Wang Gong (named Dingguo), was implicated in the "Wutai Poetry Case" and was exiled to Pennsylvania, a remote place in Lingnan. Now he has been pardoned and returned, which means that the negative impact of the "Wutai Poetry Case" has gradually decreased. With Wang Gong's example in front, it also means that Su Dongpo's suffering has hope of ending.

A cheer came out in the yard, and the voice seemed to be Zhao Xing's two students.

The second Cheng, who was born in the hunter, did not regard killing as evil. They were excited for Zhao Xing's performance. At the same time, a few loud voices of scolding suddenly sounded in the courtyard... Su Dongpo heard that this was the yamen runners at the city gate, and they often came.

In ancient China, cattle were a national resource, and slaughtering plowing ox violated the criminal law. Two yamen runners must have seen the scene of the cow falling to death, so they came to find trouble.

Amid the yamen runners' shouts, there were two other Bianliang accents who were loudly defending themselves. They seemed to be trying their best to emphasize that they killed the cows, and they were not under the jurisdiction of this law. If they could have such a big tone, they could only be the two Japanese who had not appeared for many days. They were back.

Su Dongpo quickly stood up, and when he arrived at the yard, he found that there was no need for mediation at the scene. The debate had ended. Zhao Xingzheng hugged the team intimately and announced in a very tough tone: "There is no doubt that it fell to death. No one bullied this cow. If you don't believe it, I will cut off one leg and take it back and taste it... Once you taste it, you will know that it was definitely fall to death."

The head of the team did not question Zhao Xing's statement. He gently shook off Zhao Xing's hug, squatted down, and curiously inspected the cow's corpse.

There was almost no blood on the ground, and the whole cow was lying there, with only a little blood spot in his throat. The head of the troupe stared at the blood spot for a moment, and suddenly shivered, his face as pale as if he was ghostly in the daytime. He was sweating all over, his lips trembled, and he couldn't speak.

Another yamen runner who came with the team had no sense of humor. He looked at the flat courtyard arrogantly and asked: "It's so fallen? Where is it falling? Find a stone for me in the courtyard."

Zhao Xing smiled and held the other party's hand, kindly but strongly said: "Believe me, it fell to death."

The yamen runner's face changed. He seemed to be stunned for a while. Then he looked at the head of the troupe and said with a smile on his face: "What the juren said is reasonable, I also think it seems to be a slump. What do you think?"

The troop stood up and trembled while stammering: "Of course, of course."
Chapter completed!