His words just catered to the thoughts of Mao Fugui and his family.
I heard that they were very happy and grateful.
Mao Fugui hurriedly urged his son: "Quick, go to Zhang Xiucai's house at the entrance of the village and ask for some paper and pen, and ask Zhang Xiucai to write a petition."
Not long after, the scholar Zhang came.
This scholar is almost sixty years old. When he picks up the pen, he is trembling. He writes very slowly.
Wu Zhi was a little impatient when he saw it, so he snatched the brush away.
He put a pen on the rice paper and quickly wrote a line of words that seemed to be carefully crafted.
The old scholar kept staring at the side. After Wu Zhi wrote a few words, he was already lying on the table as if he were seeing a god. His eyes widened and he kept exclaiming: "Good words, good words." ah!"
"This little friend has an amazing literary talent, an amazing writing style, and precise wording. He is a talent. He really is a talent!"
Although Gu Manniang is a graceful beauty, she has never read a book.
Although I feel that scholars are full of bad ideas, but on weekdays in teahouses, when I hear the storytellers mention the wealthy and well-educated young lady, I feel a little admiration in my heart.
Due to the environment in which she was born, she was exposed to people who spoke vulgarly.
"Where have you ever seen a man like Wu Zhi who knows martial arts, understands strategy, and can make the old scholar praise him endlessly?"
Unconsciously, Gu Manniang was slowly moving closer to Wu Zhi, not only her body, but also her mind.
On the way back, Gu Manniang kept looking at Wu Zhi with her deep and bright eyes wide open.
A straightforward woman like her doesn¡¯t know how to hide her thoughts, and her curiosity about Wu Zhi is completely written on her face.
"Hey, why are you so powerful?"
"After a few words, I asked Mao Fugui and his family to write a petition to withdraw the lawsuit, and even gave you 1,000 taels of silver."
"My darling, this is 1,000 taels. My small hotel will not be able to earn this for several years!"
"Hey, how did you do it? Can you teach me?"
Wu Zhi smiled faintly: "This is just the beginning. Let's talk about it after we rescue the two brothers Jie Zhen and Jie Bao from prison."
Soon, Wu Zhi came to the backyard of the state capital with 1,000 taels of silver.
The prefect of Dengzhou was also a money-grubbing person.
Some time ago, a tiger killed a man on the mountain. As the prefect, he was to blame, so he ordered the hunters to kill the tiger.
If the hunters fail to do so, their money will be deducted and they will be held accountable.
Wei Jincai, the prefect of Dengzhou, originally wanted to use this method to collect some money, but he did not expect that the two brothers Jie Zhen and Jie Bao actually killed the tiger.
The two brothers worked hard to eliminate harm for the people, but they ruined the good deeds of the Dengzhou prefect.
It was only in his anger that he sent the two brothers to death row.
When Wei Jincai heard someone asking to see him, he looked disdainful.
But when his subordinate was mysterious and sneaky, he presented a piece of silver in front of him.
Wei Jincai¡¯s eyes suddenly widened and he rushed to the backyard in a hurry.
At this time, Wu Zhi had already placed a box of silver on the ground.
Wu Zhi also deliberately opened the lid to let the sunlight shine down, making the snow-white silver shine particularly brightly.
Wei Jincai only saw silver in his eyes. Without saying a word, he immediately rushed forward, opened his mouth, and stared at the silver in the box with a smile.
When Wu Zhi handed the petition to Wei Guo and said a few words, Wei Jincai didn't even look at it. He threw it aside and called his men.
"Quick! Go to death row! Bring the two brothers Jie Zhen and Jie Bao over here."
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