Leng Yi said: "What you said about the murderer is bold and reckless is true, I agree with it." ”

Master Dong was very happy and grinned.

Leng Yi said again: "However, you circled the suspect as a Jiangyang thief who committed the crime, I don't agree with it." Because most of the Jiangyang thieves are wanted criminals by the Yamen, and many of them have criminal records in the Yamen, they are all avoided by the Yamen, and generally do not commit crimes in the Yamen, unless they are robbing prisons or the like. If you want to kill a woman, with the skills of a Jiangyang thief, where can't you do it? Why did you choose a place like the latrine in the Yamen? In the case of annihilation, the killing is fast, but it takes time to annihilate the pollution. A place like a thatched toilet where people come and go is really not an ideal place to commit crimes. Therefore, the perpetrator is unlikely to be a Jiangyang thief. ”

Master Dong praised from the bottom of his heart: "Dong Weng's words made the students pause. ”

Leng Yi said: "I want to personally investigate this case, carefully scrutinize every clue, find clues, and strive to solve the case as soon as possible!" ”

Master Dong praised again: "If you solve the case yourself, you will definitely be able to catch it." ”

Leng Yi took off his hat, touched the dog's hair, and said, "When I go back, my wife will definitely ask me what's going on." Tell me about it, so that she doesn't worry. ”

Master Dong hurriedly agreed, but he smiled secretly in his stomach, knowing this, why bother in the first place. Crying and making a fuss about becoming a monk, even her hair was cut, and she was worried that the lady would know about it. It's not proper to be really young.

In the afternoon, they arrived in Yinling County.

When you see the county seat, you are in the middle of the mountain, and you can look down on the whole city. From a distance, the county seat is not large, and the city walls are also very dilapidated. However, there are several roads leading into the city. There is also a quiet river that winds its way through the city. From the point of view of the road, it is also a regional water and land transportation artery.

Down the mountain, there is an uneven river dam, and further on, there is the city gate tower.

Most of the people who entered and exited the city gate were mountain people, with white turbans wrapped around their heads. Carrying a burden and carrying a basket, he was busy, going in and out. Two soldiers at the city gate lazily hid in the city gate cave to avoid the rain. Two spears were placed on the ground, and the passing buffalo pulled a bubble of cow feces on it at some point, and the soldiers did not know it, and sat on a crooked stool and talked outside the city gate.

Seeing Leng Yi and their carriage coming, the two soldiers recognized it as the county master's car, hurriedly stood up, and remembered the spear again, and wanted to get it, only to find that there was cow on it, and scolded in his mouth, picked it up, shook off the cow dung on it, didn't care about the smell, leaned on his shoulder, and his waist was straight.

Leng Yi lifted the curtain and looked at it, and nodded slowly.

When the carriage entered the city, most of the houses in the city were very dilapidated, and occasionally one or two large mansions could be seen. What is reassuring is that there are many trees in the city, many of which are hugging each other. It's like a big umbrella that can cover the roofs of several houses at once.

The roads on the street are all long bluestone slabs, but they are not very neatly arranged, some places have been broken and broken, and some have been concave or warped. The houses on both sides of the street are almost two-storey wooden houses facing the street, and below them are shops with door panels resting on two long benches. There are goods on it, and clothes and pants for sale are hung on the walls. At the back and upstairs, there is the house.

The windows facing the street are supported by a bamboo pole, and I don't know when the bamboo pole will fall down and hit the head of a passing son, so another story of Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian was staged.

Leng Yi looked at it with novelty and thought wildly in his heart. The carriage staggered down the street, and the coachman cried, "Get out of the way!" The county lord's car is here! Get out of the way! ”

What I saw in film and television dramas was all the officials who sounded the gong to open the way, majestic, how did they get here, but they became a horseman. Leng Yi couldn't laugh or cry a little.

The carriage came to a dilapidated gate and stopped, Leng Yi took a look at the curtain raised, and saw an old peach wood plaque hanging on the lintel of the gate, which read "Yinling County Ya". Several bluestone slab steps, the age should be very old, polished to a shiny finish, and the places that are often stepped on are a little dented.

On both sides of the gate, two black-clothed soaps, carrying waist knives, sat lazily on the bluestone railing. Seeing the carriage coming, he hurriedly caught up, looked at Leng Yi and nodded and said, "Master, are you back?" ...... your hair? ”

Master Dong said: "Master's matter, what do you want to ask more?!" ”

"Yes, yes!" Soap Li didn't dare to ask more, and hurriedly took the luggage of Leng Yi and the master in the coachman's hand.

Leng Yi got out of the carriage and didn't look around, not showing the slightest flaw. Anyway, there will be time to see later. He stepped into the door, and inside was a wall with some notices and paperwork pasted on it. A few coarse cloth people were watching there, and some were still copying on paper. Seeing the county master coming, he quickly bowed down and avoided the side.

Leng Yi didn't know how the official he replaced treated the people, so he didn't dare to be too conspicuous, just lowered his head, as if he didn't see them, and walked around the wall. Behind is a large courtyard, on both sides are two rows of bungalows, the lintel is hung with the sign of "officials, households, rites, soldiers, criminals, workers" six rooms, is the six departments of the yamen, responsible for the relevant government affairs of the county. Some scribes were busy inside.

The person in charge of each room, who is also the secretary's room, saw Leng Yi coming in from the open door, and hurriedly greeted him, nodding and saying hello, saying hard work. The scribes, who were able to walk away, followed.

First, a secretary said: "The subordinates are called the master bookkeeper." ”

When he was at the inn, Leng Yi had already heard that their yamen was not big, and there were only two court officials, one was the county magistrate and the other was the main bookkeeper. The name of this master book is Qiu Hong, and he is an old pedant who seems to be sour.

The chief bookkeeper was working in his official office, and when he heard that the magistrate was coming, he hurried out.

Leng Yi saw a shriveled old man who came with the secretary's room, and it was probably the master bookkeeper.

The old man staggered a little in front of Leng Yi, bowed, and said, "Humble welcome to the county magistrate." ”

Although Leng Yi was wearing a hat, the short hair with sideburns was still noticeable quickly. Even the old bookkeeper's eyes were dizzy, and he looked at his head in surprise one by one, and then looked at Master Dong next to him suspiciously. Master Dong stood there expressionlessly.

Leng Yi looked at the main book, nodded, learned from the officials in the film and television dramas, and said in an official tone: "How is it?" Nothing happens these days, right? ”

"Lord Hui, no, it's the tax that is collected, and the prefect has sent a message urging it."

"Well, got it. I'm going to investigate that murder, you go and get busy with you! You can't all pile up in the case, there are still many things, and you have worked a lot hard. ”

These few words made Qiu Hong's chief bookkeeper smile suddenly, and he hurriedly bowed down and said, "If you don't dare to be it, then you will resign from your humble position." ”

Saying that, he bowed his hand and turned around and went back to his official office.

Leng Yi naturally didn't know any of these people, looking at their nodding and bowing, it seemed a little perfunctory, I don't know why. He memorized the appearance of those chambers by heart. An unfathomable expression appeared on his face. He said coldly: "Where is the head of the martial arts?" ”

A master said, "It should be in the class room." The little one to call? ”

"Well, they're all called!"

The secretary didn't know what Leng Yi meant by calling him, and he didn't want to ask too much, so he agreed and hurriedly ran to call.

Leng Yi saw that the direction he was going was a small door next to the gate, and it seemed that it was the class room where the catchers lived. casually asked, "In the past few days since I was away, nothing happened, right?" ”

Several secretaries hurriedly bowed and said, "No, nothing." ”

Leng Yi put his hands behind his back and slowly paced forward, looking around the corners of his eyes. Facing you is a lobby with several stone steps and a long platform. There is a big drum on the right side of the lobby, and it seems that this is the legendary drum of shouting grievances. Inside the lobby, there are water and fire sticks on the wooden shelves on both sides. There are also some torture instruments. In the middle of the lobby, there is a warm pavilion, and there is a bill first, on which is placed the token holder, the four treasures of the study, and the back is the sea red map.

It seems that this is the lobby of the county magistrate's trial. Leng Yi just glanced at it, without any expression on his face, walked up to the platform and stopped, turned around, glanced at the people below, and frowned: "Why hasn't Wu Zhutou come yet?" ”