The Great Song Dynasty: You were put in charge of teaching, and you produced a whole bunch of prime

"Unfortunately, I'm so hungry and dizzy right now that I can't remember whether the sauce recipe included honey or sesame oil."

Su Shi sighed, looking regretful: "If it's written incorrectly, wouldn't it mislead diners all over the world?"

The one-eyed man stared intently at Su Shi, his Adam's apple bobbing. He glanced at the dry, hard flatbread in his hand and suddenly thought it looked like pig swill.

A moment later, the one-eyed man slammed the sesame seed cake on the ground and turned to the big man, saying:

"Brother, you watch him, I'm going to Wang's at the alley entrance to get two jin of braised beef and a roast chicken! Damn, just hearing that makes my mouth water!"

The burly man hesitated for a moment, glanced at Su Shi's harmless smiling face, and finally nodded: "Go quickly and come back quickly! Don't let the young master know!"

Su Shi watched the one-eyed man's retreating figure, a sly smile curving his lips.

The teacher is right. In this world, there's nothing a good meal can't solve. If there is, then two meals will do.

……

Half an hour later.

When Wang Wenxuan stormed into the private dungeon with a few servants, this was the scene he envisioned:

Su Shi was hung from the beam, his skin torn and bleeding, and he knelt at his feet, weeping and begging for mercy, vowing never to write about that damned Guo Jing again.

However, reality gave him a resounding slap in the face.

The private prison was brightly lit.

Su Shi was sitting cross-legged on a pile of straw, holding a fat, juicy chicken leg in his hand, eating it with his mouth full of oil.

In front of him, the two kidnappers who were originally on guard were squatting on the ground like two well-behaved primary school students, holding cheap wine bowls in their hands, listening with rapt attention.

"...Speaking of Hong Qigong, although he only has nine fingers, his Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms are truly earth-shattering and awe-inspiring! The first palm, Regretful Dragon, is all about having more than enough..." Su Shi said while gnawing on a chicken leg, demonstrating the famous moves.

"Young Master Su, what about the second strike?" the burly man with a face full of scars asked anxiously, and even thoughtfully poured Su Shi a bowl of wine.

"The second move..." Su Shi deliberately kept everyone in suspense, "is like a flying dragon in the sky, which requires a high vantage point to take advantage of the momentum."

"You bastard!"

A sharp roar shattered the harmonious atmosphere.

Wang Wenxuan stood at the prison gate, trembling with rage, his face turning green. He pointed at the scene inside, his fingers shaking as if playing a pipa: "What...what are you doing?!"

The two kidnappers were startled, and the wine bowls in their hands fell to the ground with a "clatter." They then realized what had happened—

It felt like I was being held hostage, not listening to an audiobook.

Su Shi remained completely calm.

He slowly swallowed the chicken in his mouth, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and then looked up at Wang Wenxuan, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Oh, Young Master Wang, you've come at the perfect time!"

Su Shi pulled out a piece of scrap paper covered with writing from his pocket and excitedly pointed it at Wang Wenxuan: "I'm currently working hard to develop the psychological activities of the villain 'Wanyan Honglie,' and I'm just worried about not having any reference points."

"Look at your expression right now—anger mixed with three parts jealousy, and jealousy intertwined with seven parts impotent rage. You're practically living material for this!"

Wang Wenxuan felt a tightness in his chest and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Material? You're using me as material?" Wang Wenxuan laughed angrily, his face contorted. "Fine! Very well! Since you want to write, then I'll let you write to your heart's content! Guards! Torture him! I'll break his hands, let's see how he writes then!"

Several servants rushed up from behind like wolves, carrying clamps and branding irons.

The two kidnappers, who had been listening intently, hesitated for a moment, but under Wang Wenxuan's intimidating power, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and open the cell door.

Faced with the gleaming instruments of torture, Su Shi's smile faded slightly, but he did not back down.

He slowly stood up, straightened his somewhat disheveled clothes, and the playful and joking demeanor on his body suddenly disappeared, replaced by the upright and righteous spirit of a scholar.

"Wang Wenxuan, you dare touch me?"

Su Shi's voice was not loud, but every word was firm and resounding: "I am the top scholar in the imperial examination, a student of the emperor. If you lay a finger on me today, you will be showing contempt for imperial authority, and according to the law, your entire family should be executed!"

His gaze, sharp as lightning, swept over the servants carrying shackles: "You too. Aiding the wicked and assaulting imperial officials is a capital offense. You only have one life; can the Wang family protect you?"

The servants suddenly stopped in their tracks.

Top pick?

They only knew that this fat man was a writer; they never expected him to be a top scholar in the imperial examination.

In the Song Dynasty, civil officials held extremely high status. Killing a top scholar in the imperial examination was a crime that would cause a major upheaval!

"Don't listen to his nonsense!" Wang Wenxuan roared hysterically when he saw his men wavering. "This is Wang family territory! We can't let anyone know! If we cripple him, who will know it was us? Beat him! I'll take responsibility if anything goes wrong!"

"Carry it?"

Su Shi sneered, sat back down on the haystack, crossed his legs, and resumed his roguish demeanor: "Can you take the blame? And to tell you the truth, the headmaster can definitely guess that it was your Wang family who kidnapped me."

"If I don't go back to update tomorrow, all the readers in Bianjing will know that it's you bunch of 'Wanyan Honglie' lackeys who kidnapped the author, Guo Daxia!"

"Moreover..." Su Shi pointed to the two kidnappers who had been listening to the story, "These two brave men have already promised me that as long as I live, I will give them the role of 'Eight-Bag Elder of the Beggars' Sect' in the story, so that they will be remembered for generations. If you make a move, you will be cutting off their path to fame."

Upon hearing this, the two kidnappers' expressions instantly became somewhat subtle.

Although they didn't understand what the Eight-Bag Elders were, the phrase "to be remembered for generations" was too tempting for these rotten people living in the gutter.

The scene froze for a moment.

Looking at his timid and hesitant subordinates, and then at Su Shi, who had infuriated him, Wang Wenxuan suddenly felt like a joke.

He's clearly the kidnapper, so why does it feel like I'm the one being kidnapped?

……

Meanwhile, Jingshi Academy.

Jiang Lin was sitting in a rattan chair, toying with a pot of chrysanthemums that had just been delivered.

The chrysanthemums were in full bloom, but in the soil of the flowerpot, there was an exquisitely crafted gold hairpin. It was a personal item of Qin Cao, the courtesan of Fanlou.

"Headmaster."

Qian Duoduo rushed in, panting and covered in sweat: "I found it! The potted plant that Qin Cao sent is a unique variety from 'Wang's Flower Nursery' in the back alley of Fanlou. Moreover, the tip of the gold hairpin has a bit of special red clay on it."

Jiang Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, his fingers gently stroking the red clay on the gold hairpin.

"Red mud... a fishy, ​​foul smell..."

Jiang Lin's lips curled into a cold smile, his eyes revealing a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

"At the end of Sweetwater Lane in the south of Bianjing City, there used to be a pig slaughterhouse, which was later abandoned and bought by the Wang family to be used as a warehouse. The area is low-lying and flooded all year round, and the soil is reddish."

Jiang Lin stood up, casually stuck the gold hairpin back into the flowerpot, and straightened his sleeves.

"Let's go."

His voice was calm, but those who knew him well knew that this was a prelude to Jiang Lin's anger.

"Go and bring our top scholar back. And while you're at it... teach that young master of the Wang family what it truly means for 'the villain to die from talking too much.'"

Qian Duoduo shivered as she watched Jiang Lin's retreating figure.

He knew that Bianjing City was going to be lively again tonight.