When a scholar encounters a soldier, reason is useless.
The words of the ancients are never false, it's just a pity that the old master and his family didn't take these words to heart.
Only now, seeing the gleaming knife in the constable's hand, did they understand the meaning of those words. The family instantly froze, letting the constables punch and kick them.
Officer Zheng, whose face had been scratched, felt the burning pain on his face and instantly became furious.
He grabbed a chair and smashed it down on the old man's family.
A long bench danced in his hands, so tightly that it was impenetrable. Zheng, the head constable, wielded it like a dragon among the old master's family, amidst wails and screams.
Li Chang'an watched as he beat up the old master's family as easily as chopping melons and vegetables, and couldn't help but marvel.
Then he looked at Zhang Xianzong and said, "It seems that you Confucianists still need to practice. Confucius was virtuous and talented, and his words were invincible throughout the world. You scholars have not inherited Confucius's legacy at all."
As he said this, Li Chang'an recalled the three scholars from Lu whom he had met in Tai'an City.
Zhang Xianzong looked at the old scholar who had been beaten, wanting to refute Li Chang'an's words, but he couldn't find a way to do so.
It's because the scholars of the Ming Dynasty these days are truly disappointing.
They only know how to reason with others and use their eloquence, completely forgetting that reason is based on physics.
Without sufficient ability, your reasoning is just empty talk; no matter how loudly you shout it, no one will listen.
Zhang Sanfeng, while eating white rice and watching the group fighting amongst themselves, couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Dogs fighting!"
Zhang Zhiwei, on the other hand, was eager to try, muttering to himself from time to time, seemingly wanting to rush down and mingle with the group.
After beating for a full ten minutes, Constable Zheng finally slammed the half-broken chair he was holding onto the old scholar.
"Damn you bastards, how dare you beat up an official of the imperial court? Are you really not afraid of death?"
"Guards, take these troublemakers to the jail. Today, I, the head constable, will show them just how many eyes Lord Ma has."
The old scholar was somewhat delirious from the beating, and kept muttering, "I am a scholar, I will sue the officials, I will sue all the way to the imperial court, I will sue all the way to the capital, I will sue you to death."
Upon hearing this, the patrons in the restaurant rolled their eyes and looked at the old master and his family with pity in their eyes.
Once this is said, the whole family will basically be locked up in the county jail for good.
Lu Wei, holding a rat's head, squatted down in front of the old master, then pinched his mouth shut with his hand, and in his terror, forced the rat's head into his mouth.
“I already told you this is duck neck, and I gave you a different dish, but you insisted it was rat head.”
"Do you think I wouldn't know if it's a rat's head or not?"
“Our Fushoulou restaurant has worked so hard for so long, and we have put in so much effort to build our reputation. With just a few words from you, you have made all our efforts go down the drain.”
You deserve to die!
Lu Wei said these words through gritted teeth.
As he spoke, he looked at the old master's two-hundred-pound granddaughter and whispered in her ear, "You were the one who was shouting the loudest just now, calling me a lowly commoner, weren't you?"
"I'll show you what we lowly people are capable of later. You said it's a rat? I'll have someone catch dozens of rats and put them on your stomach."
"Then, we put an iron pot over the rat and heated the pot with charcoal until it was red-hot."
"Did you know that once this iron pot is heated to a red-hot temperature, these rats will try to escape? Since they can't escape anywhere else, they'll dig a hole in your stomach and crawl inside. Then, those rats will keep crawling around inside your stomach, and when they're hungry, they'll eat a bite of your internal organs. During this process, you won't die, but you'll watch helplessly as you are eaten away bit by bit by the rats."
Lu Wei became more and more excited as he spoke, and the old master's granddaughter, who weighed over 200 pounds, turned pale with fright.
"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I was wrong, please don't kill me, I'll do anything you want, I can sleep with you, please don't kill me."
Looking at her 200-plus-pound figure, Lu Wei couldn't help but gag, then jumped up and stomped hard on her face with both feet.
"Go to hell, you stupid piece of trash! You think you're worthy of sleeping with me? Even if you paid me, I wouldn't be able to bring myself to do it!"
After stomping on her face, he still wasn't satisfied and kept jumping up and down, bouncing around on her face. With each stomp, he used all his strength.
The old scholar lay on the ground, watching his beloved granddaughter being beaten like this, feeling a sense of despair. Looking at the indifferent guests around him and the laughing constables, he felt that this world was so dark.
He pointed at Constable Zheng and cursed, "You will get your retribution, you will get your retribution!"
"Ha, karma!"
"Old man, I don't know what my retribution will be, but your retribution will be me."
“If you manage to leave here alive today, I, Zheng Guanxi, will eat this table.”
Officer Zheng's face was contorted with rage. Stimulated by the blood, he became arrogant and domineering, momentarily losing sight of his own identity.
He saw behind the old master a poorly dressed old Taoist priest holding a large bowl of rice and watching a play. He couldn't help but point at him and start cursing.
"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen how the government works before?!"
Zhang Sanfeng saw that Constable Zheng was pointing in his direction and couldn't help but look behind him.
Behind him, there was nothing but a wall; there were no other guests at all.
Only then did he realize what was happening, and pointing to himself, he asked, "Young man, are you talking about me?"
Officer Zheng looked at him and sneered, "I'm talking about you, so what?"
Zhang Sanfeng looked at him and couldn't help but say, "Young brother, are you sure you're talking about me? If you are, then you can't go back on your word."
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