On this day, Wang Er went to Fucheng to deliver goods. Wang Da sat at the counter and looked at the pedestrians on the street in a daze. The store was deserted. At this time last year, some yangge, stilt teams and temples, and opera troupes would always come to buy some cheap musical instruments from Ying Jinger. This year, there is still nothing sold, so you can't go out to attract people.

Wang Da was at a loss. Thinking about it carefully, my father always said he had chest tightness. The serious illness last year was because of sudden fainting. Now he was offended by the post-mortem, and he died of shame and anger. Now he has made the Wang Family Musical Instrument Industry notorious. What should I do?

Just as he was stunned, someone suddenly patted the counter and said with a smile: "Wang Da, why are you stupid? Are you planning to buy some New Year's goods?"

Wang Dayi looked up and saw an old man in a green cloth robe standing outside the counter with a smile on his face. He quickly got up to greet him and said with a smile on his face: "Boss Wu, why are you here for a while? Please come in quickly. Those in the room, make a pot of tea."

This beautiful old man named Wu Jie, who is in his early fifties, is a businessman who is engaged in medicinal materials business near the capital of Sichuan and Shaanxi. His wealth is far beyond the Wang family. Jimingyi is his distribution center for the turnover medicinal materials. He stays here for half a year. Most of the people who do business here recognize this generous boss Wu.

Wu Jie sat on the chair with a smile and said, "What are you busy with? The Chinese New Year is coming soon. After finishing this business, I will go back to celebrate the New Year. I passed by you and took a look. Why are you sitting at the counter today? Look, you still can't do it. You are neglected in front of the door, where is your father?"

Wang Da's face turned dark and he smiled forcefully, "Oh, Boss Wu, I'm going to hide it from you. My father just went there a few days ago."

Wu Jie was shocked and said in a lost voice: "How could it be? When I left here and went to Shaanxi and Sichuan to get the medicinal materials, Boss Wang was in pretty good health. Why did he get the old problem of chest tightness and shortness of breath last year again?"

Wang Da’s wife poured a pot of tea and looked worried. When she saw Boss Wu, she forced a smile and saw the gift. She poured a cup of tea and then retreated to the back room.

Wu Jie took out his jade-mouthed tobacco pipe from his sleeve, took a bag of tobacco mixed with medicinal materials from the purse tied to his belt, lit it with fire coal, took a leisurely sniffle, and narrowed his eyes and said, "Boss Wang is looking at the seventh. As the saying goes, life is rare in seventy years, and Boss Wang is also considered a death-long death. I know that you brothers are very filial. Come on, sit down, don't be sad, tell me."

General Wang said the matter again and again, and naturally concealed the fact that the beads were found from his father. Finally, he said angrily: "Father's revenge is irreconcilable. Boss Wu, you have traveled all over the country and have a lot of knowledge. You said, if I don't avenge, I will be scolded by the neighbors to death by poking the backbone of the neighbors? But now, his Ma family is so powerful that he spread rumors and spreading rumors everywhere, so you saw that even the guests were not here. The county master is not in the mansion. I think he said it nicely, and it also seemed like officials protecting each other and deliberately favoring the Ma family."

Wu Jie sneered after hearing this, and sniffed, saying, "What's the matter? Isn't this obvious? They are just helping the Wang family."

Wang Da was shocked and angry when he heard this, and slapped his thighs with hatred and said, "I just said that we were asking for doctors and pharmacy owners. We went to find county sun, but he was always away. This, hey, he was forcing me to carry the Minglu to Beijing to file a lawsuit against the emperor."

Boss Wu smoked a cigarette and rolled his eyes and said, "Do you think this was during the Hongwu period? Going to Beijing to file a lawsuit? You can think of it. The emperor lives in the Forbidden City, with heavy families and heavy troops guarding it. Can you see it? Even if you see it, what if you see it? The county magistrate did not say that he would not handle this case. Human life is more serious than heaven. It is not wrong to judge the case carefully. At that time, the emperor might even praise Lord Min for being cautious in handling the case and not taking human life aside. At that time, you are sentenced to accuse him of slandering the imperial officials and deceiving the emperor and being ungrateful. That would be a serious crime for killing the nine clans."

Wang Da was so scared that he was frightened after hearing such a terrible consequence. After a while, he sucked the cold air and said, "My goodness, Boss Wu, you remind me, I have little knowledge and have never seen any world. If I hadn't listened to your old words, I would have caused myself a huge disaster. What should I do?"

Boss Wu smiled slightly and spit out smoke slowly. He watched the smoke rise and slowly said, "Brother Wang, my brother can't say much, but he has heard so many things like this after traveling around the world. As the saying goes, the people do not fight with officials, and there is a saying that people's hearts are like iron, and the official laws are like furnaces. You do not have enough evidence in this matter. Even if you go to the Jinzhuang Hall, you may not be able to do anything. Now you are in trouble and cannot survive. I have a few good words to persuade you, but I wonder if you are willing to listen?"

After hearing this, Wang Da quickly picked up the pot and added some hot tea to Boss Wu, and said respectfully: "Boss Wu, please tell me, I'm going to tell you, I've been feeling unrest in the past two days. It's really like a tyrant, and I can't do anything. What are your good ideas? Please give me advice from the face of my dead father."

Boss Wu smiled and gently kowtowed the pipe pot on the legs of the chair. He placed it gently on the table. He calmly picked up the tea and took a sip. Then he slowly said: "It's not clear to say that this matter is originally unclear. Although you have witnesses to prove that Ma Ang was arguing with you, Boss Wang died aside, but no one proved that Ma Ang had beaten him. The Yang Xiucai was a famous person, and he was also a person who was present from beginning to end. If I were the county magistrate, I wouldn't be guilty of others like this, so you really can't blame him for Minxian Zun.

Now that things have become like this, Brother Wang, I'll say justice, don't be surprised. Boss Wang is a man of Wang Qi, and the passing of his life is also a matter of the middle. I know you are a filial son, and you don't really want to drag someone to live with him for death. But if you really wrongly accuse him, wouldn't you add a lot of sin to your father?

Besides, if you live here with your family, you really offend Ma Yicheng. He has just taken office and how many years will it take to do? Can you beat him? Besides, this case has been protracted and not only will your family be destroyed, but your father's body is so tired that he cannot be buried. In the cold winter, the ones in the offending room were piled up in the room, and he might still be untouched and injured. He pulled your brothers to a big end, and even if he died, he could not have a whole body. How could you bear it?"

Wang Da was sobbing and sobbing, "Boss Wu, you always give me an idea, what should I do now?"

Wu Jie smiled slightly and said, "If you really have filial piety, then Mr. Wang will be happy to live a life without jealousy. I wish that no matter what is wrong with money, the Ma family will no longer be ignorant and insist on pursuing it.

However, although your father was not beaten to death, there were some disputes in business, and the Ma family could not escape the cause of his death due to his old age and weak body and anger. If you don’t have severe punishment, it would be difficult to get angry, and it would be even more unreasonable to your neighbors. In my opinion, it would be better to ask the Ma family to compensate you dozens of taels of silver and ask him to pay for the funeral expenses. What do you think about this lawsuit?”

Wang Da lowered his head and said silently after hearing this, pondering for a while before eating, "If this is handled like this, will it not make people laugh at my brother for money and ignore my father's great revenge? How can I say this?"

Boss Wu's eyes flashed. Just as he was about to make another statement, he rode a donkey and walked to the door, jumped off the donkey to tie the reins, stomped his feet and rushed into the room with a calm face. Wang Da looked up and saw that it was his brother Wang Er, and hurriedly stood up and said, "Second brother, you are back, why?"

He looked outside and said in surprise: "Didn't you want to add a batch of bamboo whistles, gongs, and cymbals? Why are you back empty-handed?"

Wang Er bowed to Boss Wu and said, "Hello, Boss Wang." Then he walked over and sat on his brother's chair, and said angrily: "What goods were you buying? Boss Liu asked us to trade in cash, but he refused to buy goods in credit."

Wang Daqi said: "How could it be? Our family was willing to sell us for the first time last year when we did business with him. Now we have been dealing with him for more than a year and have never owed him money. Why did we have to trade in cash?"

Wang Er said: "It's not because of the Ma family's killing talent, I don't know who is gossiping." When he said this, he suddenly saved Boss Wu from sitting in the house and quickly shut up.

Wu Jie sipped the tea and stood up slowly and said, "I have been busy with business these days. I won't sit much longer. I'll go back now. See you two after the New Year." He smiled and bowed to Wang Da Er, and walked out.
Chapter completed!