The small vendor threw copper coins into the basin, but still did not find any oil. He was very calm and he couldn't help but feel sarcastic.

Seeing that the little yamen runner was not showing off, the scholar frowned and frowned, and obviously was very angry. After all, the young man was a young man and could not hold back. He stepped forward and asked Zhang Yu angrily, "What's wrong with you little man? I've said that this man definitely didn't steal the old man's money."

The other suspects threw all the copper coins in their hands early, and nothing was wrong. Now the only one who invested again was the small vendor, and he had too many copper coins.

The small vendor seemed impatient and said, "Is it okay if there is no oil in the money for so much money?"

Zhang Yu raised his lips and smiled slightly: "Continue to invest until the money in your hand is gone." He stepped on his left hand on his waist knife, with an unfathomable, unfathomable expression.

The scholar was next to him but didn't care. This kid was pretending again. You are a Qiu Ba, but you are just a servant. What's the magic? Don't you know that your brother has fame? He said, "But there are no oil flowers." Remind Zhang Yu and see how you end up next.

Zhang Yu snorted coldly, ignored him and continued to stare at the money in the hands of the small vendor. He carefully calculated that this was the 40th.

The scholar stepped forward and asked Zhang Yu, "What's wrong with you, a little man? I've said that anyone who encounters oil will definitely float on the surface. The vendor's money, without oil, must have not stolen the old man's money."

Zhang Yu still ignored the scholar, continued to look at the small vendor in front of him, and sternly said: "What are you doing to stop? Keep investing for me quickly."

"You!!!" The scholar was very angry. No one had ever slapped his face. He clenched his fists tightly and wanted to hit him.

Zhang Yu didn't want this kid to make a mistake, so he sneered: "Handling cases is a matter of the yamen. You scholar, please read your sage books. Don't make trouble here."

The scholar was stunned when he heard this, and turned out to be very angry. He winked and panted, and his clothes looked angry.

Seeing him angry and embarrassed, Zhang Yu smiled and said, "Why don't we make a bet?"

"Betting?" The scholar was surprised.

The scholar suppressed his anger and asked, "What are you betting on?"

Zhang Yu was very calm and not panicked at all:

"Just bet on your fame and fortune."

"Ah?!" The scholar retreated nervously and thought to himself, what else can he do if his fame is gone?

Zhang Yu saw it and laughed, "I dare not." He shook his face and hummed, "Just stayed honestly by me." The scholar had to stay angrily.

"Ah?!!" Everyone cried out, and finally oil flowers appeared in the bowl. The small vendor in front of him said in horror: "This, this. Impossible."

Zhang Yu smiled and said, "The thief is you."

"No, no, I was wronged." The small vendor shouted without changing his mind. Yes, there is only one piece of oil flowers for so much money, which seems unreasonable.

The scholar stepped forward and said, "Yes, he is a vendor. When someone buys his things, it may be covered with oil and water."

Zhang Yu stared at the scholar with a sharp look, and then said, "Hmph. I will teach you how to solve the case." He pointed to the small vendor and said, "A steamed bun costs one penny. You have nearly 100 pennies in your hand. Where can he get so many steamed buns to sell? Even if they can sell, can he pick them?"

The scholar was surprised and thought to himself that he could not pick up the 100 steamed buns.

"I am very strong and can stir up 100 steamed buns." The small vendor said in a slight way.

The scholar also said, "Yes, it's just a coincidence."

Zhang Yu lifted his shoulder pole and said, "Then why are there so many steamed buns in your basket? What are you going to explain this?"

The small vendor said, "I went out and brought the money."

"Okay, since you said that, what's the point of explaining this?" Zhang Yu took out the copper coin with oil flowers from the bowl and showed it to everyone in his hand.

Everyone looked at it and was surprised because there were traces left in the square hole of the money.

"Because the old man sells sesame cakes. The reason why the sesame cakes he makes is delicious is because he makes them with his heart. Even if you buy them, he will only say 2 cents a day and take them by himself. His hands will not touch the money. All the money is kept in the basket. He will only get the money when the stall is sold out and the stall is closed.

This morning, I happened to buy one and threw it in 2 cents. The traces of 2 cents were exactly what I invested in. The reason why there was oil flowers was that I helped Zheng Tu’s butcher shop to solve the blackmail and accidentally stuck it on my hands. The reason why you put money into the bowl was to find my 2 cents."

The scholar's face turned blue and white. He quipped: "It's not right."

Just as I watched Zhang Yu pretend to take out the hanging money from his arms. It was the last time when he was solving the case in Balizhuang that Li Wen gave him a handwashing money. A hanging money totaled one hundred copper coins. He showed it to everyone, and it turned out that the copper coins were exactly the same.

"What else do you have to explain?" Zhang Yu smiled and said, "Let's go, go back to the yamen with me. Boy."

He quickly knelt down on the ground and said, "Please, please, please spare me. The young man has an eighty-year-old mother above and a hungry child below..."

Zhang Yu snorted: "The net of heaven is vast and unobstructed. Zhiqiang, I have given you two chances, but you didn't cherish it well. Let's go back to the yamen with me."

"Please, my father, I didn't sell any steamed buns today. My mother at home needs medicine when she gets sick, so she becomes ill. Please, my father, wuwu~~~ If I get caught, not only my mother will die of illness, but my child will starve to death. Please let me have a way out."

Zhang Yu said selflessly: "Sorry, I am just a constable, I can only catch thieves and solve the case. As for the case trial judgment, it is Mr. Bao's business. If it is a man, you have to bear it."

The little vendor cried miserably. The people next to him moved the woman's kindness and came up to persuade: "Forget it, this little bastard, since I have recovered my money, let him go. It's so pitiful."

"Hmph!!!" Zhang Yu snorted: "If everyone is like this, then why do the Song Dynasty's law do?" His sharp eyes glanced at everyone.

Then I saw the scholar: "Hey, this scholar, have you lost on a bet? I don't want your fame and fortune either. You will raise his mother and children. Others can testify. If you don't raise them, I will definitely report to Lord Bao and cut off your fame and fortune."

He stared at the scholar, but the scholar nodded: "Student...students understand."

Zhang Yu then said to everyone: "This is OK."

"You little bastard is really quick-witted. Haha~~~ I am convinced."

"Okay, it's time to leave."

The small vendor wiped away his tears, kowtowed to Zhang Yu, and then kowtowed to the scholar. "Thank you, Young Master Bai. I will definitely repay you in the future." Then he kowtowed to Mr. Shaobing: "I'm sorry, Mr. Qiao. I'm sorry..." He was very sad and felt guilty.
Chapter completed!