Zhu Ding's first night in prison passed safely in the wind and rain, except for the strange jailer and the monk in his dream, he never saw anyone else, there was no jailer in Fengyang Town, and no one even seemed to come to watch over him in the cell. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It was nearly noon when someone finally came to see him.

Carrying a basket of food, his face was full of trepidation and doubt, his steps were vain, his eyes were dim, and he seemed to have not slept all night.

Zhu Ding is not surprised, at this time, he can still come here, have the ability to come here, and is willing to come here, maybe only Wu Laosan, the number one official in the town.

Through the cell door, Wu Laosan, dressed as an old peasant, opened the same not delicate but delicious side dishes, and even a pot of wine, but it was only opened, without the slightest intention of being handed into the cell.

"When you were just over a year old, your uncle and aunt came to the town in a broken carriage and said that they wanted to settle down, but neither the town elder nor the county magistrate dared to agree.

It was raining that day, and you were in that carriage, and your uncle and aunt were running for their lives, and their clothes were still bloody, and they were kneeling in the east of the town with you......

If it weren't for my kindness, eighty percent of your family would have been cut into mud by the enemy! ”

Wu Laosan said as he sent a plate of stewed chicken from the special mouth to the prison.

Zhu Ding silently watched this middle-aged man who had always been heartless and cry silently, without stretching out his hand or speaking, he remembered what Wu Laosan said, and remembered it more clearly than Wu Laosan, born with a complete soul and memory, and he remembered everything that happened from the moment he was born.

That year, Zhu Ding had just turned one year old, and was attacked by a group of assassins, maybe not only one group, in short, almost all of his guards were killed, it was his uncle and aunt who sacrificed their first child, and was cut into meat paste instead of Zhu Ding, so he escaped from the sky and the sea.

But after all, it was not hidden, although the uncle and aunt loved each other, but they belonged to the two camps of Zhu Ding's father and mother, and among the assassins who were killed, there was Zhu Ding's father or mother who was the closest to the secret guard.

It is difficult to see each other's masters, let alone dare to see them, and after the incident, they did not report to the master and only cared about fleeing for their lives, which is already tantamount to rebellion, even if the husband and wife are only concerned about the safety of their children.

So, they could only come to Fengyang Town to seek refuge in the old man who was kind to Zhu Ding's parents, and this request resulted in 12 years of peace.

"That year, you had chickenpox, and you couldn't live when you saw it, it was my aunt who forced the county order to send a letter to Zhang Lao Immortal in an urgent way, asking for a pair of miracle medicines, and you picked up another life!

For this matter, heavy eight...... The emperor also condemned Lord Zou at that time, and sent people to Lingnan to live and suffer, the emperor didn't say anything, but I guess he was unwilling to be the boss of my aunt. A plate of small pickles was handed in by Wu Laosan.

That year, Zhu Ding was three years old, in the eyes of outsiders, it was a serious illness, in fact, he was poisoned, highly poisoned, almost no cure, the symptoms are no different from chickenpox, but there are many fatalities, if it were not for the old aunt and grandmother holding scissors against their necks, standing at the door of the county government to coerce the county order Zou Cheng public weapons for private use, 800 miles of military affairs urgently asked Zhang Sanfeng for elixir, Zhu Ding may have really been poisoned.

One thing after another was counted out by Wu Laosan, all of them were the kindness of the old aunt and grandmother to Zhu Ding, and the love and care of this kind old man to Zhu Ding, all of which were kindness.

"We have to dig a pit in the whole town for that sewer, and we need a lot of iron for that street lamp and lightning rod, Lord Xu doesn't dare to criticize it, it's useless for me to beg my aunt, you go and pinch the old lady's shoulder, and the old lady will speak, eccentric......"

"The year before last, a few towns near us stole our biogas digester, didn't drum it well, blew it up, and sued the government office, Lord Xu, it was my aunt who stood in the lobby of the government and scolded those county orders and prefects for a bloody head, really his grandma's joy......

"Last year, Xu County's order reported the biogas digester and toilet to the imperial court, is it a good thing, who doesn't want to snap a fart, but he slapped it on the hoof, how can the palace be built, and a big manure tank on the side of the palace is not good, the emperor is careful, he can't use it, he won't let us use it, or my aunt, pointing to Qincha's nose and counting the eighteenth generation of the ancestors, scolding the eunuch, haha, now I feel refreshed when I think about it!"

"My aunt is so good to you, my nephew is greedy for it, my aunt ......"

Wu Laosan let out a long sigh, and then he stared at Zhu Ding, there was not much anger in his eyes, only puzzlement, disbelief and deep sadness asked, "Why?" ”

The corners of Zhu Ding's eyes were slightly moist, just like all the people in Fengyang Town, who felt deep grief for the departure of his aunt and grandmother, even more.

But he had other plans in his heart, he knew half of the truth of the matter, and when he was figuring out how to get the other half, Wu Laosan came, came to visit the prison with a basket of delicacies, and interrogated him with not too harsh questioning.

Zhu Ding was silent for a long time, he didn't rush to answer Wu Laosan's question, just put a green vegetable in his mouth and smacked it carefully, and then, he picked up a piece of gravel from the ground at random, and smashed the wine glass that Wu Laosan had already brought to his mouth into a piece of broken porcelain and wine mist.

He tried to speak in a calm tone, but there was inevitably a trace of anger: "Third uncle, you are a fool and a coer!" ”

The door of the Zhu Mansion was closed, it was covered with broken eggs and leaves, and a dozen servants hired from a neighboring town had left the house last night, and the huge mansion looked very cold and desolate.

The two of them sat in the main hall of the house, and the two of them stood respectfully, on either side of the house, and they could not be far away.

Sitting crookedly on one side was Mr. Chun, and standing behind him was Zhu Ding's aunt, the plump woman who had always shown dislike and harshness to Zhu Ding.

On the other side, Mr. Wen sat on the high chair, and Zhu Tuyuan, who had already begun to get rich, was full of dead ashes, staring at his wife with blank eyes, and there was a little fear in his pupils.

The scene was a little weird, but the two couples, who were the heads of the family, stood behind the two Mr. Xixi, as if their subordinates were waiting to obey orders, and they were still a little uneasy.

And the round Zhu Ju was in a corner, holding a sharp dagger, his eyes wandering, staring at his parents tightly, and his big eyes flashed fiercely, like a wolf seeking to eat evil.

Mr. Wen first broke the silence, slowly retracted the fan in his hand, and put it on the table upright: "Those who know that this child is still alive have been destroyed, except for the Lord, even your Holy Mother is confused, and there are only six of us left, and we don't have such a chance." ”

Mr. Chun slammed the wine jar in his hand on the table, and several pools of light wine splashed out, making the brown table more and more deep: "And Queen Ma!" ”

Mr. Wen's expression changed: "The two lords believe in the queen mother, and we, as subordinates, naturally have to believe it." ”

Mr. Chun disagreed: "But the two lords don't trust each other, hehe, the people back then were all killed by them, and there is no proof of death!"

It's you, usually slippery like a loach, but you're very loyal to him, and I can't imagine that he believes in you so much! ”

A different smile appeared on Mr. Wen's face, and he looked at the strong man opposite for a long time before he said, "I didn't expect that you, who can be called a brother and sister to the Lord, are actually her person."

I really wiped a few handfuls of snot from your grave. ”

Then, the two burst into laughter at the same time, and the cold atmosphere seemed to ease somewhat.

After a while, Mr. Wen picked up the teacup and moistened his throat, and said slowly: "When I left Beijing, the lord had already noticed that the officials of the whole country had inherited the air seal transportation funds from the previous dynasty, and there were countless differences in corruption in various places, and there were few clean officials in this Fengyang Mansion.

Xu Zhi has been guarding this Qingshui Yamen for eight years, except for the town's rewards and expenses transported by the imperial court every year, there is no other oil and water, then Wu Laosan is also an ignorant person, he made a fortune but did not bring the county master, Xu Zhi is not working on these things.

The old lady seems to have noticed it in the past two years, and she has also warned Xu Zhi. ”

Mr. Chun took a sip of wine fiercely, the expression on his face was rarely serious, and he didn't pay attention to the wine between the collars, and said in a tone with murderous intent: "Did Xu Zhi kill my aunt?" It's really a big dog's guts, and he even blames the little master, I really don't know how to write the dead word! ”

He actually believed Mr. Wen's unbounded speculation, but anyone who was familiar with the two of them would not be surprised, after all, before the founding of the country, Mr. Wen was famous for his knowledge of everything like a god and a last resort.

But then, Mr. Chun's killing intent vanished, as if he thought of something, and he was depressed: "We can't do it, it's taboo!" ”

Mr. Wen was full of lightness: "Naturally it can't be the two of us, we are already dead, and the dead can't be thoroughly investigated, but the two of them can."

It's them, not us, who want to make a move. ”

Suddenly there was a flickering of light and shadow in the two corners of the room, and then it returned to normal, leaving only a few bits of ash dancing in the sunlight.

"It's not me!"

In the prison of Fengyang Town, Wu Laosan was stunned by Zhu Ding's words, and he who had the most contact with Zhu Ding certainly knew that those two words were not good words.

Ignoring the stupid Wu Laosan, Zhu Ding spit out the green vegetables that had been chewed into fine mince in his mouth, but he didn't find the clear water, and he glanced at the other party very dissatisfied, so he spit out all the saliva in his mouth.

"Third uncle, let me say something, please let your old man use his brain!

Not me! ”

After emphasizing it again, Zhu Ding ignored Wu Laosan, who was still in a daze, turned around and walked to the wall, staring at the narrow ray of sunlight.

After a long time, maybe just a moment, Wu Laosan, who finally got the answer he wanted, came back to his senses, and asked a little timidly and full of anticipation: "Ding Wazi, don't lie to your uncle, uncle is stupid, really, it's really not you?" ”

Zhu Ding reluctantly turned his head, looked at this old farmer who had been honest all his life, and said word by word for the third time: "It's not me!" ”

Wu Laosan finally seemed to have grasped a ray of light, his face was only clear, but great fear suddenly appeared, and he howled loudly with a crying voice: "Baby, uncle is sorry for you, I poisoned that dish!" ”