After more than an hour, Song Dazhuang finally told Song Mian everything he wanted to know.

Song Mian pondered for a moment, and also had a general understanding in his heart.

According to Song Dazhuang, Liu Ju is tall and has a big horse, and fighting with poor people is said to be fighting, but in fact, he is fighting, and the poor people are hiding. If he hadn't sent someone to draw a knife later, Liu Juji would not have been injured at all, and it would have been impossible for him to be taken to the government.

Of course, because Liu Ju was famous, it was wrong for the government to draw the knife, so after drawing the knife, he did not commit murder, but just escorted Liu Ju to the yamen.

Twenty rods after that, and that's all.

"When I gave him medicine, although Liu Ju was a little grinning, I saw that he didn't have much pain. After taking the medicine, I can still turn over. And I looked at it carefully at the time, and there were no black hands when I started at the yamen, they were all real boards, just some skin injuries, no internal injuries. ”

Song Mian nodded noncommittally, not that he didn't believe Song Dazhuang's statement, but whether there was any internal injury or not, he had to test it himself.

If nothing else, he at least knew that there were several ways to inflict internal injuries on people and not let others see them.

If you are not a person who knows this well, even if you watch people do it, you don't know why.

After asking Song Dazhuang, Song Mian did not rush to talk about the opening of the coffin, but casually asked Song Dazhuang why someone was staring at him at the entrance of the yamen.

Song Dazhuang sneered and said nonchalantly: "But because I'm a rough person and I'm worried that I'm talking nonsense everywhere, I arranged for people to stare at me."

These idiots don't know how to think about it with their heads, isn't it just that they are staring at me like this......"

Song Mian smiled, but still did not echo Song Dazhuang's opinion.

Unlike Song Dazhuang, Song Mian didn't believe that the yamen was a fool so easily.

In his opinion, the yamen arranged for someone to keep an eye on Song Dazhuang, and he must have other plans.

Otherwise, with him Song Dazhuang, a pawn from the border army, where is it worth the county government to spend this thought.

Not to mention anything else, just say that Di Renjie has only seen the county order once in Shangdang for such a long time, and you can know that the official master of Shangdang County has a very big shelf.

But whether it was because the secret discussion between Cao Xiancheng and Di Renjie was leaked, or whether there was another intention at the yamen, Song Mian couldn't think of it for a while.

After chatting casually with Song Dazhuang, it happened that there was a second watch drum outside, and Song Mian said that he was tired from the journey and wanted to bother Song Dazhuang to arrange a place to live.

As early as when he brought people home, Song Dazhuang already knew that Song Mian would borrow it from his house.

He naturally has no opinion on this, anyway, his house is not big, it is a boxy house, but he lives alone, and the two side rooms are empty, even if Song Mian and Huiyue live in one each, they will live open.

Fortunately, Song Mian didn't mean to take the lead, he and Huiyue just asked for a side room.

After a while, a room was cleaned up, and a bed in the room, plus a table, was not very comfortable, but it was always better than sleeping on the street.

After Song Dazhuang left, Song Mian relied on the old and sold the old, and he didn't sleep on the bed, and directly occupied the table, which was called the old man's sleep on the table was good for his health.

Huiyue couldn't resist Song Mian, so she had to agree. However, he didn't go to bed immediately, and stood at the table, and said softly: "I think that the people at the yamen should not be so simple to stare at this Song Dazhuang." There should be other reasons. "Good Mood Literature Network

Song Mian closed his eyes, didn't raise his head, and said softly: "This Song Dazhuang is not a simple character.

He looks like a down-and-out old pawn, but how could the old pawn save Cao Xiancheng on the road so coincidentally?

This thing is weird.

But there are weirdness and weirdness, this time the yamen is staring at him, I think it's because Cao Xiancheng leaked the news.

So you ...... tomorrow"

Since Huiyue didn't want to sleep, Song Mian simply arranged what she had to do tomorrow directly, and saved herself from wasting saliva tomorrow.

has just officially joined the bad guys, and Hui Yue is trying to make a contribution. He had no opinion on Song Mian's arrangement for him to contact Cao Xiancheng tomorrow, so he immediately nodded and agreed.

However, Hui Yue had just wanted to ask Song Mian if there was anything else he needed to pay attention to tomorrow, and Song Mian had already heard a slight snoring.

Whether it was real sleep or fake sleep, since Song Mian didn't want to talk anymore, Huiyue didn't bother Song Mian anymore, and gently touched back to the bed, and slept with her clothes closed.

Song Mian's sleeping appearance is really not good, although Huiyue doesn't plan to sleep deeply, but he is really tired of traveling for days.

But Song Mian's thunderous snoring really upset him.

After the night, Song Mian was refreshed, but Hui Yue, staring at the two black circles, looked like she had gone out to steal chickens and dogs last night.

"I've made it a habit in the north that if I don't move my muscles and bones in the morning, I won't have a good day. made Song Cheng smile. After Song Dazhuang played a set of boxing techniques common in the army in the courtyard, he said hello to Song Mian.

"Xiao Song, your fists and feet are vigorous, but it's not bad. With your skills, you're much better than an old man like me. ”

After Song Mian finished speaking, Hui Yue also nodded on the side, "Indeed, even young people are difficult to have the spirit of Brother Song." ”

As the saying goes, you don't wear a thousand sycophants. After being praised repeatedly, Song Dazhuang's mood also improved, but he said with some embarrassment: "If Xiaoju is still there, I'm afraid I will have to refute a few words."

This kid, although I always say that my fist and foot kung fu is too much different from the heroes who fly the eaves and walk the wall mentioned in the book, but when he is allowed to practice, this child is indeed hard. ”

Speaking of Liu Ju, Song Mian restrained the smile on his face and said softly: "I don't know how much worse Liu Ju's ability is than you?" ”

"It's not much different." Song Dazhuang gave his answer without hesitation.

Although his fist and foot skills are average, Song Mian's vision is really not bad.

Song Dazhuang's fists and feet not only look like tigers and tigers, but if they are real swords and real guns, they are even more ruthless.

Unlike those tricks that only look good, Song Dazhuang's technique is a real killing technique in the army.

Since this is the case, it is indeed normal for Song Dazhuang to say that Liu Ju can bully the officials of the Yamen.

With his skills, let alone bullying the party's officials, even if they are officials in the state, few of them can afford to eat this beating.

Of course, Song Mian didn't tell Song Dazhuang this, he just nodded and revealed the matter.