Early in the morning, the genius was bright. The diligent winter wood went up the mountain to chop firewood. It's a gloomy day. In the lonely mountains, only the shadow of Dongmu struggling to chop firewood alone. Sweaty bundles of firewood were carried on their backs and sent to the wealthy merchants in this town.

It is said that this merchant and the Donghou Mansion in the capital are a bit related. Although they are distant relatives, they are not related by blood. But it's a little bit of a side, and I can always ask for a little favor.

The merchant is a high businessman, and he is like a man on weekdays, and he is arrogant. No one in the town dared to offend him, and they stayed away from him as an uncle. Although Fuyuki didn't like this person either, he was forced to make ends meet.

This Shang is sixty or seventy years old, thin and sick. He crooked his neck and shook his hands, born with an old disease. Someone secretly laughed at him, weak and like a woman. In short, such a master, don't mess with it.

Fuyuki carried firewood on his back and never stopped all the way. Soon arrived at the town merchants. The merchant house is located in a unique place, with red walls and white eaves. Dongmu looked at the merchant's mansion and sighed at the gap between wealth and poverty.

"Knock knock" Fuyuki came to the door and pulled the knocker knock. After a while, I heard a squeak, and the door slowly opened. It was Shang Gao who opened the door.

Shang is tall, thin and short, and wears a gown of glossy satin. The caftan was empty, and it couldn't hold up the skinny bones. He tilted his neck and squinted his eyes, his hands clawed on his thin chest, and his hands kept shaking. Seeing that it was Dongmu who was delivering firewood, he tilted his head a little and said coldly, "Come in." ”

Fuyuki carried the firewood on his back and stepped through the door. If the courtyard is large and clean, the corners of the walls are piled up with firewood as high as a hill. As usual, Fuyuki was ready to unload the firewood in the corner of the courtyard. The merchant followed behind him, staring like an overseer.

"Stack it all together." Shang Gao was behind him, and he told him stiffly. Dongmu looked at the neatly stacked firewood in the corner of the wall, and let out a "hmm" in his mouth. Just as he was unloading the firewood, one accidentally slipped on his shoulder, and a thick piece of firewood fell loosely......

I only heard a "bang", and when the firewood fell to the ground, it seemed that something had fallen to the ground. Broken! Fuyuki's heart suddenly tightened, and he hurriedly looked back. This turn is silly... Shang Gao was hit on the head by firewood and lay straight on the ground.

"Oops, no... Someone died...... Come on, people—" The family heard the sound and rushed out of the back room. stared at the tragic scene in front of him, and after waking up, he couldn't help but scream in panic.

The winter wood froze in place like a stake, stunned by the sudden event in front of him. His mind was "buzzing" at this point, and there was only a blank space left in his mind. In the blurred vision, Mrs. Shang Gao ran over and knelt on the ground, shouting to Shang Gao on the ground to grab the earth.

"Go to the doctor! Oh my God... Woo woo... You must not have three long and two short...", Mrs. Shang Gao cried. There was a commotion in the courtyard for a while. The family members were in a hurry, some hurried out to ask for a doctor, and some people struggled to pinch the businessmen.

The doctor who arrived in a hurry ruthlessly declared that there was no help. Lady Shang Gao rose from the ground like an angry lion. Staring at the angry eyes, he grabbed the collar of Fuyuki fiercely and roared, "You poor! You damn it! Lives for lives! I, I'm going to report to the official! ”…

The innocent and unfortunate winter wood only came unexpectedly. In this way, he was escorted by the officials for several days and was escorted to the county jail. At this time, the sky was full of dark clouds, as if it was going to rain.

At noon, everything was business as usual. Xinyue was in the back hall, squatting in front of the stove to make lunch. Suddenly, an earth-shattering voice from a neighborhood came from outside the house, "Oh no! Something is wrong! ”

The cry was like thunder, and the house seemed to tremble three times. Xinyue was shocked, and before she had time to think about it, she dropped the firewood in her hand and hurriedly ran out of the back hall.

When I got out of the back hall, I saw my father and Wang, and the two of them were standing in the hall. Wang's eyes were curious, showing a lively look. Xinyue's father was anxious on his face, and asked the neighbors, "This, what happened here?" Let's take a closer look. ”

Facing the two of them, the neighbor seemed to have a dry mouth and irritable, and swallowed his saliva vigorously. Only then did he pick up and say, "Early this morning, Dongmu sent firewood to the wealthy Shanggao in the town. Unexpectedly, the firewood inadvertently hit Shang Gao's head, and Shang Gao immediately fell to the ground and died. The merchant did not give up and sued the government. Fuyuki was escorted to the county jail. Alas, poor baby, this lawsuit is settled. ”

"Huh?" After hearing what happened, Xinyue and her father couldn't help but take a few steps back in shock. Wang was indifferent and looked at the neighborhood with a blank face. It looks like it's not about hanging high.

"I feel sorry for the parents of Dongmu's sickbed, how can I fix it in the future... Alas! The neighbor lowered his head, patted his thigh with one hand, sighed and dropped such a sentence, and slowly turned around and walked out the door.

The incident happened suddenly, like thunder. Xinyue and her father froze in place, as if they were frozen by nails. Outside the house, lightning and thunder roared, and the wind was blowing. After a while, the torrential rain poured down......

There has never been anything major in the town. Ordinary people live and work in peace and contentment. If a lawsuit is provoked, ordinary people may have no way to live. Why did Brother Dongmu get involved in this difficult lawsuit? It's also a merchant who can't afford to offend...... Xinyue's heart is in a mess and she has no intention of doing anything.

In the sound of Wang's urging to count, Xinyue reluctantly made lunch. A family of three, except for the Wang family enjoying lunch with relish, Xinyue and her father were worried, the food was tasteless and difficult to swallow. Father Xinyue sat alone in the corner, sighing and sighing, at a loss.

The Dongmu family and the Xinyue family, although they have no relatives and no reason, the two families have been like a day for many years, and they have supported each other like family. This deep emotion is not a relative, but a relative. Xinyue and her father are worried and uncomfortable, which is also reasonable.

Xinyue was worried, and her heart was like numbness: "Poor Brother Dongmu, at this time, he is helpless, lonely and helpless. How do you spend time in prison? “…

After a long time, Xinyue secretly told herself that although the troubles were at the head, she couldn't mess up the proportions. At this time, I can only comfort myself like this. Thinking of Fuyuki's uncared parents, she brought some food and sent it to the two guys on the sickbed next door. The heavy responsibility of taking care of the two elders fell on Xinyue's shoulders.

In the dead of night, everything is silent. There are no stars or moons tonight, and the night is cold and gray. Xinyue sat alone in front of the window, looking out of the window with one hand, sorting out her already messy mind. Dongmu was escorted to the county jail, and the town was not too far from the county seat. Maybe you can go meet Brother Fuyuki? … If it is only an unintentional act that causes casualties, can the crime be mitigated? …

Xinyue thought too much, stood up in distraught, and wandered back and forth in the house...... At this time, I only hated myself for being a daughter, and I was powerless to do anything... The night breeze is up, and my heart is still messy......