Although he has been back in the Ming Dynasty for most of the day, Yang Qiuchi has not yet eased up from the novelty of traveling through time and space to the Ming Dynasty, looking around along the way, passing by the Gao Peng Inn, he remembered that his stomach has not been filled, but now is not the time to set up a banquet to eat Haisai, he is depressed, the shopkeeper sent a few guests out of the inn, and saw Yang Qiuchi and Song Yuner walking together, there was no quarrel, and Song Yuner did not look like he was going to make trouble, and immediately beckoned to him with a happy face.

Yang Qiuchi glared at him fiercely, angry that he had escaped from the battle just now, and did not help himself testify, but fortunately, this matter had been resolved, and he had earned a few taels of silver out of thin air, and considering that he was afraid of the female tiger of the county lord's daughter, it was also a last resort to escape, so he stopped and said to Lei Zhutou and the others: "Please wait a while, I will leave after saying a few words." ”

Song Yun'er said: "You are really troublesome, hurry up!" ”

Yang Qiuchi nodded, turned around and walked over.

The shopkeeper greeted him and smiled: "You're all right, I'm ......"

Yang Qiuchi waved his hand: "It's okay, what are you telling me to do?" I still have something to do. ”

People rewarded themselves with so much money, but they slipped away at a critical time, which made the shopkeeper a little embarrassed: "That's good!" That's good! Suddenly remembered something, "The guest officer hasn't eaten yet, has he?" I'll get you two steamed buns! ”

Without waiting for Yang Qiuchi to speak, the shopkeeper had already turned around and entered the inn, and in a moment, he took out a large bag of steaming meat buns wrapped in a white paper bag and handed it to Yang Qiuchi: "Here you go!" Eat it hot, just out of the cage, fragrant! ”

Smelling the fragrance of this meat bun, Yang Qiuchi's saliva almost flowed out, he took it with his left hand, reached into the paper bag with his right hand, grabbed one and stuffed it into his mouth. Sure enough, the skin is thin and the taste is delicious, and the mouth is full of oil when you bite into it. While eating, he said, "It's so fragrant!" It's so delicious! He turned around and sent the paper bag to Song Yun'er and the others: "You guys also eat two, it's delicious!" Song Yun'er was not interested in the food of this small inn, so she ignored it. Others shook their heads no.

Yang Qiuchi was not reluctant, took out a meat bun and threw it to the little black dog that followed him closely. The little black dog let out a low cry, and sensitively bit the meat bun in the air, swallowing it in three or two clicks, looking very hungry. Yang Qiuchi felt pity in his heart, threw a bun to the little black dog, and then asked the shopkeeper: "How much?" ”

The shopkeeper smiled and waved his hand repeatedly: "Don't give money, you have already rewarded a lot of money just now." ”

Yang Qiuchi smiled: "Since that's the case, thank you a lot!" Suddenly remembering something, he took off the two tiger legs on his shoulders and handed them to the shopkeeper, "Please help me make this tiger leg a good dish, and I'll get it when I get it back." ”

"No problem! Leave it to me! The shopkeeper took the tiger legs, he didn't expect these two legs to be very heavy, and he almost didn't catch them all of a sudden, and stuck out his tongue, "It's so heavy!" Don't worry, uncle, I will ask the kitchen master to cook it for you, and you can get it after a while! ”

"Thank you!" Yang Qiuchi clenched his fists.

Song Yun'er waited until the side was already impatient, and reached out to pull Yang Qiuchi: "Hey! Let's go, Rory rambling! ”

Yang Qiuchi was pulled to a stumbling position, so he had to follow the crowd, and the little black dog followed behind Yang Qiuchi with the meat bun in his mouth.

On the way, Yang Qiuchi and the little black dog wiped out all the big meat buns with three strokes and five divisions, their stomachs were full, and their spirits came.

Everyone came to the gate of the eight-character yamen that Yang Qiuchi had just entered and admired, and the doorman who guarded the door said that the county lord had already set off to go to the scene, and asked them to rush over directly.

The group came to the gate of a large mansion in the east of the county, and several catchers and more than a dozen people set up a guard at the gate, and many people gathered around the gate, pointing and watching the excitement.

When everyone entered the compound, the little black dog followed Yang Qiuchi closely, but no one stopped him. The guards inside led a group of people through several corridors and courtyards. Several people who looked like house slaves came up to meet them, and one of them saw the little black dog and scolded, "Why did a wild dog run in!" Anyway, bending down to pick up a stone to hit the little black dog, Yang Qiuchi was just about to stop it, but the little black dog had already turned around and ran away, and the two house slaves hurriedly chased after him.

Yang Qiuchi and the others continued to move forward, turned around a few more courtyards, and saw another group of people in the distance busy back and forth in a small courtyard. Under a big tree in the courtyard, a white-bearded old man sat on a Taishi chair, wearing an official robe, holding a small goatee in one hand and a tea bowl in the other.

Behind the old man in official robes stood several hunched entourages and a gorgeously dressed young man. The brocade-clothed boy whispered something while wiping his tears. A few steps away sat an elderly couple, the old man on crutches sighing, and next to him was an old woman, wiping tears. A few people who looked like maids stood behind them with their heads bowed and waited.

Yang Qiuchi took a closer look, and the one sitting on the Taishi chair drinking tea was the goatee county lady who had just tried the case in the county hall.

The county lord was not in a hurry, nor did he go to the scene to investigate the scene, but he drank tea here, which made Yang Qiuchi very incomprehensible.

Everyone stepped forward to see Song Zhixian. This white-bearded Song Zhixian just raised his eyelids, and didn't look at them squarely, this old man, the official is not big, and this score is big enough.

Song Zhixian glanced at the old man who was standing down, and said slowly: "You, you go and see, see the situation of the corpse, go back, come back and report to me." "This old lady of Zhixian turned out to be a stammer, but the stuttering was not very strong, and it didn't sound very difficult.

It turns out that in ancient times, the official master generally did not conduct the autopsy in person, and this kind of unlucky thing was responsible for a full-time servant, and the county lord just watched the scene, and then sat aside and waited, and the person who was specifically responsible for the autopsy investigated the cause of death of the corpse and reported it to the official master, and also filled in the report, that is, the autopsy report.

The old man responded, and was about to leave with Yang Qiuchi, when the brocade-clothed boy behind Song Zhixian who was wiping tears said, "Lead them down." Song Zhixian turned around, and his tone suddenly changed: "Yes, there is Lao Yin's son." Suddenly, he found that there was a little girl standing behind him, and after a closer look, he suddenly exclaimed, "You, why are you here?" Who, who called you? Well? ”

The little girl standing behind him was none other than Song Yun'er. I was going to hide behind my father, and then secretly go in with Yang Qiuchi and them, but I didn't expect to be discovered.

Lei Zhukuai, Lao Qizuo and the others heard the county lord ask who brought the county daughter, and they all looked at Yang Qiuchi. Song Zhixian followed everyone's gaze, and saw a young man standing behind Lao Qizuo, wearing a Tsing Yi shirt, a little familiar, took a closer look, and suddenly exclaimed: "You, you are Lao Qizuo's new, newly accepted apprentice?" You, haven't you been swept away by the wind and died? ”

This matter is not easy to explain, tell them truthfully that they are from modern times, and they borrowed the corpse to return the soul to Yang Yanzuo's body, although this broad daylight will not scare people to death, but they are afraid that others will say that they are insane. Then he made up the mistake and said: "Back to the master, the little one is not dead, but his arm is injured a little, and there is nothing wrong." ”

Song Zhixian looked at Yang Qiuchi up and down again, nodded, turned his head to look at Song Yun'er, frowned again, and said with a pleasant face: "Good, good daughter, I, didn't I say it, this, don't you come to this kind of place, hurry, go back quickly!" ”

Song Yun'er pouted her red mouth: "I don't!" I'm going to see them inspect the corpses! Stretching out his hand, he pulled Yang Qiuchi and ran into the next room. Lao Zuozuo and Yin Gongzi then also entered the room.

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