Chapter 43: Bringing Down the Liu Family

to work hard is right here in our Lēshān Village. The tasks are not strenuous, and they're even easier than their current jobs."Yang Lin pointed at the villagers who had been assigned tasks and were...The women who had just woken up only then learned what had happened outside. Seeing a courtyard littered with corpses, they were instantly terrified and screamed in alarm.

Outside, villagers carrying torches also arrived.

"What's wrong What's going on Oh, someone's dead!"

Zhao Fugui rushed into the small courtyard and immediately looked towards Yang Lin.

Seeing Yang Lin standing there perfectly fine, he finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"Yang Lin, what's going on here Who are they"

Zhao Fugui hurriedly asked.

Yang Lin casually pointed to the passage and said, "He's confessed. They were all sent by Landlord Liu to kill me."

"What"

Zhao Fugui gasped, and suddenly slapped his thigh.

"Good heavens, Liu Youcai! He's really eaten a tiger's gall to dare hire someone to commit murder!"

"Hey... what's going on How did they all die"

Zhao Fu貴 asked in puzzlement.

The villagers who just arrived had gathered in a large group, clueless about what was happening. They peered into the courtyard curiously.

Yang Lin remained impassive: “Tonight, our family took turns keeping watch. When we saw them breaking in with knives, my wife and I fought back desperately. Fortunately, everything went well. We killed two of them, and there are still two alive.”

"That's how it is..."

Zhao Fugui nodded, but he always felt something was off.

Without giving him a chance to think, Yang Lin immediately said: "Third Uncle, Liu Youcai sent people to kill me. Now there is both physical and circumstantial evidence. According to our Daqian Law, we should be able to punish him, right"

Zhao Fu Gui's eyes lit up immediately.

"That's right! Hiring a hitman to commit murder is a grave crime, Liu Youcai is finished this time!"

Zhao Fugui almost laughed out loud.

Over the past few years, Liu Youcai has consistently threatened his village chief's position.

After this incident, the Liu family is bound to lose without a doubt!

Please ask Uncle Three to plan for me.

Yang Lin gave Zhao Fuguang a small piece of silver.

When he first arrived, Yang Lin was just a pedantic scholar who knew nothing about legal proceedings or the ways of the court.

The Great Qian dynasty did not have the strict laws of later eras, so Yang Lin naturally wouldn't naively believe that he could always win a lawsuit simply by having a valid argument.

Although Zhao Fugui is only a village head, he has connections with the Zhao family in the county town and is also an old fox. He wants to bring down the Liu family even more, so when something like this happens, he will be more professional and concerned than anyone else.

As expected, Zhao Fugui took the silver and chuckled, "Rest assured, leave this to your Uncle Three. Your Uncle Three guarantees it will be handled beautifully!"

"Hmm..."

Zhao Fugui pinched his chin, thought for a moment, and said, "That's it, isn't there still a loophole Now prepare the ink and paper, and let the loophole confess and sign!"

Saying that, Zhao Fugu turned around and shouted to the villagers gathered outside: "Everyone here has seen with your own eyes today. Liu Landlord sent people to kill Yang Lin. Fortunately, Yang Lin was on guard and prevented the Liu family from succeeding. You all have seen this, so please bear witness. After a while, come and put your handprints!"

Immediately, Zhao Fugui and Yang Lin went together to verify the identities of these black-clad men.

They are all indeed Liu family slaves!

The three of them were all bought by the Liu family from elsewhere.

But there was one, who originally came from a village nestled in the mountains.

"Isn't this Wang Laosan"

When Zhao Fugui saw the face, he was taken aback.

“Damn that Wang Lao San, he's a pig-brained bastard! It’s understandable if outsiders wanted to kill him, but he's one of our own! He's actually selling himself to Liu Youcai and calling him his father How can he do this He doesn't even care about his brother!”

"His brother" Yang Lin was puzzled. "It's Wang Gui! Don't you know he's Wang Gui's younger brother"

Yang Lin shook his head in confusion.

"Alas!" Zhao Fugui sighed, "The Wang brothers came here as refugees. A few years ago, their family was too poor to survive. This Wang Lao San is somewhat righteous, so he voluntarily sold himself into slavery in exchange for some money so that his brother could take his niece and live."

But unexpectedly, this bastard, after following that old geezer Liu Youcai, actually changed.

"You helped pay back his brother's debt and even found him work, and he actually came to kill you What a thunderbolt! Disgusting!"

"I see."

Yang Lin also suddenly understood.

Zhao Fugui was furious and raised his leg to kick Wang Lao San on the ground.

"Ouch ouch ouch!"

Yang Lin hurriedly stopped him.

"Uncle Three, you misunderstood. They were indeed in cahoots, but after Wang Laosan came in, he shouted about reporting me. In the end, he was stabbed by his own people. I think he was forced into it."

"Oh"

He still had some fight left in him. Since he was the younger brother of Wang Gui, he might as well try to save him and see if he could be revived.

Zhao Fu Gui, however, frowned slightly: "With injuries this severe, there's no hope of saving him, is there"

Try it!

Yang Lin said, "My wife, please find a needle and some thread."

"Sister, please boil some water."

Wang Laosan's wounds are on his ribs. The cut is quite deep, and no one knows if it has reached his internal organs.

If you damage your internal organs, there's nothing you can do but resign yourself to fate.

But if it doesn't damage the internal organs, and you stitch it up early, it can prevent excessive bleeding and death!

When everyone heard Yang Lin wanted to find a sewing needle and boil water, they were all confused.

Until the water boiled and the needle and thread were ready, Yang Lin scalded the fine thread and needle in boiling water. Then he lifted Wang Laosan’s shirt, wiped away the blood around the wound, and prepared to sew it up with the needle.

Everyone around was stunned.

Is he going to sew the flesh together with needles and thread

Even if sewn up, could a person live

Everyone stared wide-eyed at Yang Lin.

At this moment, even Yang Lin himself was nervous.

He was not a doctor, nor had he ever performed surgery. He simply relied on the vast amount of knowledge he had acquired in his previous life to understand the principles of suturing wounds.

For Wang Lao San's type of wound, the eight-character suture technique can be used. Not only is the method simple, but it can also stop bleeding quickly.

But theory is one thing, and practice is another.

Blood was still welling from the wound. The moment his hand, holding the needle, neared the flesh, it began to tremble uncontrollably.

Though they are so close, physically near at hand, it is impossible to pierce them with words.

Yang Lin took a deep breath again, constantly telling himself not to overthink it, just treat it as sewing...

Finally, the needle pierced through the skin!

All the onlookers gasped in shock, many staring at Yang Lin in disbelief.

At this point, many people finally realized that Yang Lin was different from before!

After this first breakthrough had overcome the psychological barrier, Yang Lin's hands stopped shaking and his typing speed became incredibly fast.

The wound was only about four centimeters long. With an eight-shaped suture, a few stitches tightened the skin and flesh, and bleeding stopped at a visible rate.

Until the wound was completely sewn up, Yang Lin felt as if his entire body had gone numb. He was drenched in sweat and collapsed onto the ground.

I've done all I can, the rest is up to him!d envious."Oh, Zhao Sanwang, what are you complaining about Yang Lin is right. Your family is so wealthy, eighty wen isn't much at all.""That's right, unlike my family, we have five members, but only...