If I remember correctly, Wei He said this to his junior brother when he asked about his progress.

Now, is it your turn?

After taking a look at the shocked Hu Wan, Yang Yu took out the banknote and handed over the broken silver:

"Disciple would like a copy of the 'blood transfusion solution'."

"Um…"

Wei He groaned and was about to speak when he heard a rapid knock on the door.

boom!

Bang bang!

The old wooden door trembled and dust fell.

Old Man Wei's eyelids trembled and he cursed loudly:

"It's so urgent. Is anyone in your family planning to reincarnate?!"

Yang Yu also frowned a little and walked straight over.

The door opened, and a young policeman in soap uniform strode in. Seeing the gloomy old Wei, he hurriedly smiled and said:

"Master Wei, don't be upset, this time, a big job is coming!"

Before Wei He could say anything, the policeman stepped forward, took out the banknote, and handed it over.

"One hundred taels?!"

Yang Yu's eyelids twitched when he saw it.

One hundred taels doesn't matter, even in the inner city, you can buy two sets of slightly smaller courtyards.

So far, I have spent just over one hundred taels on my own blood exchange.

Do executioners make money like this?!

"so much?"

Old Wei stretched out his hand to take the silver and weighed it. Not only was he unhappy, but he frowned:

"Which god is so desperate that he can let Sanchi Liu give up so much silver?"

"hey-hey."

After glancing at Yang Yu and Hu Wan, the policeman smiled and said nothing.

Yang Yu and Hu Wan looked at each other and were about to avoid it when Old Man Wei called them to stop him. To be precise, it was Yang Yu.

"Yang Prison, you stay."

Hu Wan's eyes were full of resentment, but he didn't dare to say anything. He walked away in frustration, and before leaving, he kicked the stone over.

"What are you doing?"

The young detective asked cautiously.

"Shut up the sword at the end of the day. This is a rule passed down from our ancestors! I told you to put away the sword years ago. It makes no sense, so why don't you just take it back after a year?"

The policeman looked at Yang Prison with hesitation: "But if he goes, it's better to let Mr. Hu go..."

"Then get out."

Wei He didn't say a word, he just saw off the guests.

"Master Wei..."

The policeman was willing to go back, but when he saw the banknotes that Wei He had put into his sleeve, he suddenly became angry.

Then why don't you return the banknote to me?

"division…"

Yang Yu's eyelids twitched and he wanted to say something, but Wei He stopped him.

"Well, that's okay."

The policeman agreed hesitantly, and before leaving, he asked Yang Yu's address.

"In previous years, executions had to wait for the imperial court's approval, Qingzhou to issue a letter, and a letter to Shunde Prefecture before Heishan City had the right to execute criminals.

This year, it seems a bit late.”

Wei He took a deep breath of dry smoke, his expression soothed and he could not refuse:

"After this autumn, you come to carry out the execution!"

"this…"

Yang Prison hesitated.

He did not despise the executioner's profession, but he felt that he was a gentle and gentle person who frequently beheaded people, which was not suitable for him.

In his imagination, he should be dressed in white and wield a sword all over the world.

Instead of wearing a vest and a red headband to behead someone in the market.

"Ha~"

Seeing that Yang Yu didn't answer, Old Man Wei suddenly sneered:

"I heard that you are close to a storyteller. Could it be that you don't know the rules of learning?"

"Know a thing or two..."

Yang Prison took a deep breath and nodded in agreement:

"I see."

In addition to being passed down from father to son, most of the Ming Dynasty's businesses are passed down from master to apprentice.

However, if you want to learn the skills of others to make a living, how can it be without cost?

There may be different rules in various industries, but most of them are "three years of study, one year of help", and some are more stringent, even "three years of handyman, three years of apprenticeship, and three years of help".

All in all, Old Man Wei is quite relaxed.

After all, no one in any dynasty or generation beheaded every day...

"Take the money."

Wei He got up and walked into the house. After a while, he came out with a large bag of medicinal materials and gave it to Yang Yu. Finally, he handed back his banknotes and broken silver.

"What are you doing?"

Yang Yu was stunned.

Old Man Wei was well known for his greed for money, and he never looked back on the money that came into his hands.

"One hundred taels for a portion, no less, no more, no more."

Wei He knocked on his pipe and slowly turned back to his room:
Chapter completed!