Chapter 21: The Evil Ones’ Own Torment

“Just a little thing?”

The smile on Gu Dan's face became warmer and warmer. "You—Du Fugui."

The person he pointed at was the fat man with fair skin and a big belly.

"You conspired with the village elders to trick the illiterate poor people into signing a contract that stated a workload that was impossible to complete. Then you used the contract to blackmail them one by one, causing many people to sell their land and their families to be ruined. Yes, you didn't commit a murder, you just didn't want them to live."

Du Fugui showed no shame on his face and immediately shouted, "It's really unfair! It's written in black and white, signed and sealed, how can I be cheating? Those peasants don't know what's good for them. They just need to work three or four more hours a day. It's not like they can't finish the work. I didn't ask them to sell their land, they volunteered!"

I was not in jail for this kind of thing. It was just that the bastard in charge forgot to pay the tax when we were transporting tea some time ago! My lord, please don't misunderstand me!"

For a common person who cannot read a single word, what good does it mean to sell his fields, his land, and his children?

There are such things everywhere.

There are many people who cannot survive, so what if there are a few more? How can it be used as a basis for the trial? It will only make the people suffer more!

On the contrary, although tea, wine, silk and other items were allowed to be sold freely, they have always been subject to heavy taxes and harsh taxes, and there are many tricks involved.

Those who don't know how to do it, even if they have good tea, they may lose everything if they sell it! That's why there are at least 800 merchants who secretly smuggle tea, wine, and silk. As long as they manage all parties well and do it secretly, they can still make a lot of money.

But he was unlucky. The bastard in charge embezzled some of the money that was supposed to be offered as offerings, which displeased his superiors and eventually led to him being thrown into jail. He had to spend all his family wealth to manage the situation.

Even though the rotten boat was still intact, he still had some life left. Even if he was thrown into prison, his life would be much better than that of ordinary prisoners.

Businessmen value profit and have their own calculations in mind.

How many times can we see each other after we leave the prison? If we can persuade Gu Dan to treat him for free, that would be great. Even if it fails, there will be no loss. Why not do it? "Work three or four more hours a day?"

Gu Dan was so angry that he laughed at Du Fugui's righteous reasons.

Farming is an extremely hard job and depends on the weather for food. Many farmers cannot even borrow oxen to plow the fields. What should they do?

Use your shoulders to pull!

Putting aside whether your body can handle it, this is not the only hard work.

Any natural disaster or man-made disaster can be fatal.

For example, Ding Ji, in order to snatch water from others to irrigate his own fields first, called on his friends to confront and snatch water from others, which eventually resulted in a loss of life.

They always say small profits are just small profits, but it is these small profits that determine a family's livelihood for the coming year, making them prefer to risk their lives rather than give in.

People like Du Fugui are so ruthless in exploiting and deceiving farmers, but they always keep their eyes on the bowl of rice in the farmers' homes. If there is just one more grain of corn in the rice, they will feel worse than if they lose money themselves.

The Dog Emperor spent ten years seeking immortality, and the cost of alchemists refining medicines alone was at least more than 200,000 taels of silver every year.

This does not even mention the expenses of searching for immortal traces and exploring dangerous places in other places.

It is euphemistically called ruling by doing nothing, and the people below just follow suit.

Working hard and conscientiously for the people, he did not get a promotion. When Xianrui Qizhen showed up, the emperor was immediately delighted. Even a fool would know how to choose.

Gu Dan was there and witnessed it with his own eyes, and finally understood what the evil old society was.

He was just a doctor, and he didn't think he had any ability to change the world or bring peace to the world.

It is enough to do your own thing well.

But when he saw with his own eyes how shamelessly these bastards flaunted themselves, he couldn't help but feel angry.

Humans are not plants or trees, so who can be heartless?

"It's you, exactly."

"What are you doing surrounding Lord Gu?!"

Just as Gu Dan was about to scold Du Fugui, a loud shout was heard from the prison gate.

I saw jailer Wang running over with a few of his brothers, holding wooden sticks inlaid with iron plates in their hands.

After rushing up, without thinking twice, several people raised the wooden sticks in their hands and hit the people in front of them viciously.

Cries of pain were heard one after another. Those who were obediently hit by the stick were just kicked and crawled to the side.

Anyone who dares to raise his hand to block it will be hit twice more.

In the blink of an eye, the crowd that had originally surrounded Gu Dan began to flee in all directions, not daring to cry out for their injustice and suffering.

Du Fugui, who had been somewhat confident, suddenly changed his expression. He never expected that Wang the jailer would be so cruel. He quickly said, "You are right. What we did before was indeed wrong. Your teachings, Lord Gu, really touched my heart! I will change my past mistakes after I go back. I will definitely change my past mistakes!"

When faced with Gu Dan, he can come up with a thousand or ten thousand reasons to exonerate himself.

But when jailer Wang came in with his jailers, he just wanted to realize his mistake as soon as possible.

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It is useless to talk about reason, law, or conscience with such a person. The only thing he really cares about is his own interests.

Soon, the crowd almost disappeared. Du Fugui also wanted to run, but Gu Dan had already grabbed him.

"Sir, I was wrong! Please let me go! I can find someone to treat my illness myself, I can find someone to treat it myself!" Seeing that he could not escape, Du Fugui simply knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.

When the prisoner Wang, who was approaching, saw this scene, his face darkened. He walked over with an iron rod in hand and asked, "Master Gu, are you okay?"

Several jailers came over and without saying a word, they started punching and kicking Du Fugui who was kneeling on the ground.

"I'm fine, it's just that this person wants me to treat them for free," Gu Dan said calmly.

"oh?"

Prisoner Wang laughed, "Why would you need to do anything like this? My family has passed down a set of stick techniques. If you hit someone with it, I guarantee that person will be immune to all diseases!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he pushed aside a few jailers and hit Du Fugui with a stick.

A scream like a pig being slaughtered resounded through the sky.

"Du Fugui, are you still sick?" asked jailer Wang with a smile.

"No, I'm not sick! Sir, I'm not sick!" Du Fugui struggled to get up, tears, snot and blood falling together, but he shouted loudly without daring to be negligent.

"No?"

Wang the jailer frowned, "My father told me that this family-inherited stick method requires at least three blows to be immune to all diseases! You only got better with one blow. Did my father lie to me, or did you?"

"Sir, it's me. I lied to you." Du Fugui closed his eyes, his voice trembling with fear.

"Master Gu, how about you try our family's stick technique? Your medical skills are superb and exquisite. Although our stick technique is a bit rough, it is also very useful!"

Prisoner Wang handed the wooden stick to Gu Dan with both hands and asked considerately.

(End of this chapter)