This old lady Yang is Yang Qiuchi's elder, so after Yang Qiuchi and the others entered the village, they dismounted and walked to the Yang family's compound.

Steward Pang already knew that Yang Qiuchi had amnesia, and from his confused eyes, he also found out that he didn't know Old Lady Yang, so he hurriedly lowered his waist and introduced Yang Qiuchi: "The old man wearing a red brocade robe in the middle is our Old Lady Yang." ”

Yang Qiuchi looked at the group of people, and sure enough, there was an old man in the middle, with a red brocade robe, gray hair, and a strand of long hair, which was a few years older than Song Tongzhi.

Yang Qiuchi hurriedly stepped forward, tidied up his clothes and was about to bow down. Old lady Yang hurriedly stepped forward and hugged him: "Virtuous nephew, you are now the eldest lord of the county, how can you make such a big gift and kill my uncle and me!" Hehehe. ”

Of course, Yang Qiuchi didn't really want to kneel, his legs and stomach were just bent, and he borrowed the slope to get off the donkey and stand up straight.

Yang Qiuchi introduced Song Tongzhi to Old Lady Yang. Old lady Yang was really overjoyed, he didn't expect Song Tongzhi of Ningguo Mansion to also come with Yang Qiuchi, he was really overjoyed, and knew that the two were the same year, and they were on the same list, Song Tongzhi also recognized Yang Qiuchi through this relationship, and even called fate.

Old lady Yang introduced everyone into the Yang family's compound and went to the living room to sit down with the guests.

Yang Qiuchi first asked Nangong Xiong to carry the gift up, filled several large boxes, and opened them in public, gold, silver, jewelry, silk and satin, dazzling.

Old lady Yang's family was very surprised to see Yang Qiuchi making such a generous move, and the intimacy between them also increased a few points.

Yang Qiuchi didn't know any of the people in the living room, but those men and women seemed very familiar and affectionate with him. Although this intimacy is obviously exaggerated.

Seeing that Yang Qiuchi was stupid and didn't know anyone, Old Lady Yang was a little strange. Yang's mother hurriedly explained that her son had been swept away by a strange wind, and after he came back, he had forgotten all about the past.

Mrs. Yang suddenly realized, and said in a loud voice that if you don't die, there will be a blessing in the future, and now Yang Qiuchi is an official, that is the blessing brought by that disaster. The crowd also smiled and nodded.

Since Yang Qiuchi had lost his memory, Mrs. Yang introduced Yang Qiuchi one by one.

First of all, Mrs. Yang's original partner Pan is an old woman with gray hair, her chubby body is a little fat, and her face is oily and pink, as if she has been coated with a layer of lard. Yang Qiuchi bowed his hand, this Pan also knows the rules, and knows that Yang Qiuchi is now the county lord, not the small ruffian in the village before. Although he is an elder, he still said a blessing in return.

Then Pan's son Yang Qingshui and daughter-in-law Zhou came forward to salute with their five-year-old daughter Cao'er.

Yang Qingshui is a few years older than Yang Qiuchi and is Yang Qiuchi's cousin. Yang Qingshui has a robe, as his name suggests, he is thin and thin, and he looks very elegant.

Mrs. Yang said that since the third aunt Tai Guo hanged herself, this Yang Qingshui also left Yangjia Village and went out to study, and it was not until two days ago that she rushed back to worship her ancestors for the New Year.

Yang Qingshui's daughter-in-law Zhou is also a quiet girl, and gave birth to a five-year-old daughter, nicknamed Cao'er. Since she hadn't given birth to a son yet, Mrs. Yang originally wanted to give Yang Qingshui a concubine, but Yang Qingshui went out to study and never went home, so the matter was delayed.

The second aunt Tai Zhang stepped forward to see the ceremony, she was the first concubine of Mrs. Yang, her figure was not bad, although she was nearly forty years old, she was dressed very fancy, she added a big red flower jacket to her green long skirt, and her face was coated with thick white powder.

Yang Qiuchi sighed secretly, although the quality of the rouge gouache in the Ming Dynasty may not be very good, but this second aunt is too much.

The second aunt gave birth to a daughter to Mrs. Yang, named Yang Aixiao, seventeen years old this year, is Yang Qiuchi's cousin, and has not yet left the cabinet, so she stepped forward to give Yang Qiuchi a gift.

After Yang Qiuchi listened to Mrs. Yang's introduction, he didn't know if Mrs. Yang was slurring or if he didn't hear it clearly, Yang Qiuchi listened to Yang Aixiao's name, how could he laugh like Yang Aixiao.

When the girl came over to give Yang Qiuchi a gift, her waist was twisted, and her round ass was thrown around, which was more catwalk than the model's catwalk. Before she spoke, she giggled non-stop, and when she laughed, she didn't look like her mother, and she didn't hide her mouth, revealing a row of crooked teeth, which were already slightly yellow, and it made people lose their appetite when they saw it. She felt very good herself, and her little eyes were discharging everywhere.

In the end, the wet nurse Lu Shi came up with a two or three-year-old child in her arms.

This Lu family is in her early thirties, with a lot of money and feet, and at first glance she is the kind of young woman in a mountain village. After listening to Old Man Yang's introduction, Yang Qiuchi knew that what this nurse Lu was holding in her arms was the widow of the third aunt Tai Guo, who died two years ago, nicknamed Shan'er.

After Mrs. Yang's family met Yang Qiuchi and them, they introduced Yang Qiuchi to several famous elders in the village.

After the introduction, Mrs. Yang solemnly confessed to Yang Qiuchi for the fact that he had not let Yang Qiuchi enter the ancestral hall to worship his ancestors, and now Yang Qiuchi has been promoted to become an official and has also accepted a concubine, although the son has not yet been born, it is also the first step.

The patriarch apologized, but Yang's mother didn't dare to be it, besides, it was indeed her son who was not angry, and no one inherited the incense, so it was no wonder that the patriarch was not allowed to enter the ancestral hall.

This festival was broken, and everyone laughed at it.

Old lady Yang held a banquet that night to pick up Yang Qiuchi and others. All the squires in the clan came to toast Yang Qiuchi, but Yang Qiuchi did not refuse to come, and he drank a little big.

Talking about concubines at the banquet, Mrs. Yang knew that Yang Qiuchi had taken two concubines in a row, and they were all robbed by a mysterious woman, and he also felt very strange. It was suggested that after Yang Qiuchi took a concubine next time, he would hide in Yangjia Village and give birth to his son.

This idea is clever, Yang Qiuchi praised in his heart, can't he hide if he can't be provoked? This mysterious woman snatched her concubines one after another, and it is not possible to continue like this, no matter how many concubines she takes, it is useless. It's really not good, I'm afraid I can only hide and have a son, the world is so big, wherever you hide, this old pious woman can't find it. But that's too much.

By the time the feast was gone, it was late at night. Old lady Yang personally led Yang Qiuchi and the others to the guest room of the inner house to settle down.

The Yang family's compound is divided into two courtyards, inside and outside, separated by a high wall more than one zhang high, and only one gate enters and exits, which is somewhat similar to the inner yamen of the yamen.

The outer house is inhabited by servants, domestic servants, and others. The inner house is where Old Man Yang and his family live and a few personal girls. There are many small courtyards in the inner house, and each lady, aunt, young master and young lady has their own small courtyard with relative reading ability.

The guest rooms in the Yang family compound are also divided into inside and outside, and the distinguished guests are arranged in the inner house.

Yang Qiuchi and the others lived in the VIP room of the inner house, in a separate courtyard, a small two-story attic.

After the arrangements were made, everyone sat down in the lobby on the second floor of the guest room and chatted.

Old lady Yang saw that Yang Qiuchi, Song Tongzhi and the others were a little drunk, so she instructed Steward Pang to inform Yahuan to bring brown sugar mung bean soup to sober up Yang Qiuchi and the others.

After Yang Qiu ate and drank a bowl of brown sugar mung bean soup, he really sobered up a lot.

After chatting for a while, Song Tongzhi and the others said goodbye and went back to their rooms to sleep. Old lady Yang said that there was a little matter and wanted to talk to Yang Qiuchi privately. Although Yang Qiuchi was a little drunk, he still beat his spirits and came to the corridor outside with Old Lady Yang.

Looking out from the corridor, there is a small attic in the distance, the cold and faint moonlight, through the clouds, shining on the green bricks and blue tiles of the small attic, with the clouds slowly drifting, the mottled moonlight is also jumping and fluttering on the green bricks and tiles, looking from a distance, but like the ghost fire of Sensen.

The night in the mountain village is exceptionally quiet. Old lady Yang looked at the small attic, sighed, and said to Yang Qiuchi for a long time: "Virtuous nephew, my third aunt, that is, your Aunt Guo, gave birth to a son for me, but, alas~! ”

Old lady Yang sighed again, and it took a long time before continuing: "You may have also heard that before your Aunt Guo died, she used to be a and that's what I'm worried about, I don't know if she used to send it behind my back, if that's the case, then this kid ...... Alas~! ”

Yang Qiuchi had already vaguely guessed Old Lady Yang's thoughts, so he didn't answer, and listened to him quietly.

Old Lady Yang turned his head to look at Yang Qiuchi, his gray beard shook a few times, and continued: "So, I have always suspected that this child is not mine. I heard that you are a master of solving cases, and you have solved several big cases, and Guangde County has passed you like a fairy. I wanted to ask you to come back and help my uncle, but I never had a chance. I've finally got you here this time. ”

Yang Qiuchi bowed and saluted: "Uncle has won the award, Qiuchi is ashamed." If there's anything that Akichi can help, Uncle just asks. Akichi will do his best. ”

Old lady Yang nodded, hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "Uncle, I want to ask you to help me check whether this child is my son!" ”

As expected, Yang Qiuchi secretly thought, it turned out that this old lady Yang invited him back to Yangjia Village, not only because he raised the glory of his ancestors and added glory to him, but also because he had a request for himself, and he wanted to help him check whether this son was his own biological son.

Paternity testing is not difficult, but if you have all the DNA testing equipment in your truck and have enough power, it is very easy to do a paternity test.

But now that these facilities are gone, it is a little difficult to do, and I can only conduct blood group identification now, and these identification equipment and reagents are still in Ningguo Mansion, and I can't do it soon.

In the case of paternity testing, blood type can sometimes be used to rule out paternity, for example, if the father is type A and the mother is type AB, and if their son is type O, the son is absolutely unlikely to be them. In other words, the blood type can determine that the child is not their child, but it cannot be sure that the child is their child.

However, if the existence of a parent-child relationship between this child Shan'er and Mrs. Yang can be ruled out, then the goal will be achieved.

Yang Qiuchi nodded and said, "The little nephew will definitely do his best." After thinking about it, he said: "To find out this problem, the little nephew needs a little blood from his uncle and Shan'er's little cousin." I also need a little blood from Aunt Guo. ”

Speaking of this, Yang Qiuchi immediately thought that this Aunt Guo had hanged herself two years ago, where to find her blood?

Although Mrs. Yang didn't know such a modern issue as blood group identification, there was a saying in ancient times that blood was recognized, so Yang Qiuchi proposed to ask for the blood of the three of them, which was also reasonable, and said: "The blood of me and your little cousin is easy to handle, but the blood of your Aunt Guo, she is dead, where can I find it?" ”

Yang Qiuchi thought for a while and said carefully: "If there is no blood, open the coffin for an autopsy and extract a little Aunt Guo's hair and skin." "Although Guo has been dead for two years and is likely to have ossified, the blood type can be detected from bones and hair, and it does not require fresh blood.

"Open coffin inspection?" Old lady Yang frowned, this is a very taboo thing, however, whether this mountain is his own son or not, this is more important to him, if it is not his own son, he wears a green hat and does not say it, and raises a son for others in vain, this kind of shame and humiliation of him Old lady Yang must not bear it.

Old lady Yang asked Yang Qiuchi: "Can you find out this coffin inspection?" ”

Without DNA identification, this is not a guarantee, Yang Qiuchi said: "There is hope, but I dare not say that I will be able to find out, the little nephew can only do his best." ”

"It's good to have hope!" Old Lady Yang nodded and made up her mind, "Let's go open the coffin for inspection tomorrow morning." ”

Yang Qiuchi nodded in agreement. The two gossiped for a while, and as the night wore on, the moon hid in the clouds, and the little attic in the distance suddenly darkened, and against the background of the dark mountain, it was impossible to distinguish which was the mountain and which was the attic.

At this time, Yang Qiuchi found that there was no light in the small attic, and the whole building was pitch black, which was a little strange, and asked, "Uncle, is there no one living in that small attic?" How is the black ancient midwinter? ”

Old lady Yang raised her eyes and looked at the small attic and said, "Your Aunt Guo hanged herself on the beam of the living room of the small attic." No one has lived there since. I always wanted to dismantle it, but I couldn't bear it, so I dragged it down. ”

Yang Qiuchi immediately remembered what Mother Yang said, could it be that this is the haunted little attic? Yang Qiuchi didn't believe in ghosts and gods, so he didn't care about these, and asked casually: "Uncle, the little nephew heard that this little attic is haunted, right?" ”

Through the light coming from the room behind him, Yang Qiuchi clearly felt that Old Lady Yang's face became pale, his eyes were full of fear, his gaze avoided the small attic, and he said, "It's late, you can sleep." I'm leaving. ”

Without waiting for Yang Qiuchi to react, Old Lady Yang turned around and hurriedly went downstairs and left. As if he was afraid that Yang Qiuchi would continue to ask something.

It was late at night, and Yang Qiuchi's drowsiness also came, so he entered the house and closed the door. Feng Xiaoxue helped Yang Qiuchi wash his feet, the two went to bed in loose clothes, and fell asleep with each other in their arms.

I don't know how long later, Yang Qiuchi woke up in his sleep, thirsty and uncomfortable, if he was at home, Yang Qiuchi would ask Feng Xiaoxue's Yahuan Xiaodie to bring tea. But this is in the guest room of the Yang family's compound, which is a single room, so although Fluttershy and the other three personal maids all come together, they are arranged to sleep next door.

There was no way, Yang Qiuchi had to get up and get out of bed by himself, staggered to the round table, picked up the teapot, and drank most of the pot in one go, and then put the teapot down.

Yang Qiuchi turned around and wanted to go back to bed, but suddenly, he faintly heard the cry of a woman outside, and suddenly thought of the haunted little attic, and suddenly fell asleep.

The cry came from the direction of the small attic. Yang Qiuchi pricked up his ears and listened carefully, this cry was sobbing and choking, intermittently, it was really real, and it was definitely not an illusion. Could it be that I am dreaming? Yang Qiuchi pinched his hand, it hurt, it was not a dream!

He was a forensic doctor and had never believed in ghosts and gods, but in the dead of night, he suddenly heard a woman's cry from the haunted attic, and his heart was still a little hairy and curious.

He didn't wake up his wife Feng Xiaoxue, for fear that she would be scared when she heard it, so he quietly walked to the door, pulled out the latch, opened the two doors slightly by a small slit, and looked out from the small slit.

I don't know when the moonlight has come out of the clouds, and it still shines coldly on the red walls and green tiles of the small attic in the distance, like the color of the faces of the corpses he has dissected countless times, miserable and white.

The cry came from the little attic, not loud, but clear and intermittent.

Hasn't the small attic been locked and no one has lived in it since the third aunt Tai Guo hanged herself? So, who will be the one crying in the little dark attic? Is it really a ghost?

Yang Qiuchi didn't believe in ghosts, so he opened the door, walked to the corridor, held the railing in his hand, and looked into the small attic.

The crying stopped, and only the pale moonlight remained.

Yang Qiuchi waited for a while, and the crying woman seemed to know that Yang Qiuchi noticed her and stopped crying.

Seeing that there was no movement, Yang Qiuchi turned around and was about to go back to the room, when the cry sounded again, very desolate, very helpless, somehow, Yang Qiuchi felt that the more he heard this cry, the more familiar it became.

Suddenly, Yang Qiuchi's heart seemed to have been hit hard, and the whole person was stunned, because he found that this cry was very similar to that of the mud doll Song Qing!

Yang Qiuchi turned around and threw himself on the railing, wanting to shout, but the crying stopped again. He wasn't sure of his judgment, how could the mud doll Song Qing come to Old Lady Yang's house? Could it be that Old Lady Yang sent the female thief to steal the mud doll?

No, I'm afraid that the female thief is not something that a rich man like Mrs. Yang can instruct. Could it be that the female thief let Song Qing go, and Mrs. Yang met Song Qing by chance, robbed her to the Yang family's compound, and lied to herself that the small attic was haunted?

Doesn't make sense! If this is the case, Old Lady Yang will not put Song Qing in the small attic opposite him, he has a place.

Yang Qiuchi's head turned quickly, if the crying girl in this small attic was the mud doll Song Qing, it was probably a misunderstanding, otherwise, there must be a big conspiracy in it!

Although I dare not conclude that the crying girl is my concubine mud doll Song Qing now, since the traces of the mud doll have been found, even if it is only a little bit, Yang Qiuchi will definitely not miss it.

So, he decided to find out.

(To be continued)