Lord Zhao said unhurriedly: "Li Zhutou, check if those animals have blue-purple skin." ”

Li Zhutou agreed, and immediately took two people to check the chickens, rabbits and ducks. The chicken skin is originally purple, and as for rabbits and ducks, such thick fur, who knows what color they are.

The officials who were loyal to the lords brushed aside the animal hair and searched carefully, and they really found that the bruises under the hair were blue-purple.

This discovery unmistakably proved the cause of Lu Laosan's death: eating pickles and eating to death.

After the Lu family panicked, they burned their anger at the cook, and if it weren't for the servants surrounding them, they would rush up and beat the cook to death.

Xiaolian pounced and knelt down in front of Zhao Moshen: "My lord, since the truth has been revealed, it was the cook who killed the master, and our wife is innocent, please let my wife out of prison and return my wife's innocence!" ”

In fact, Zhao Moshen himself has not yet recovered from the shock of the development of the case, and when he saw someone kneeling down in front of him, he came back to his senses and turned his head to look at the girl behind him.

Zhao Shuang smiled and nodded at his father.

Zhao Moshen coughed and said: "The murderer is indeed not the Han family, this official will naturally not wronged a good person, and will release the Han family and return her innocence." But the real murderer is not the cook, you don't have to wronged the cook, Li catches the head, helps the cook, no one is allowed to beat and insult the cook. ”

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, there was another person in this murderer!

Boss Lu hurriedly asked, "My lord, since the murderer is not the Han family or the cook, who is the murderer?" ”

Lu Lao Er wanted to put Han's death, and when he heard this, he knelt down and said: "My lord, the poison was put in the pickles, and it can't get rid of Han's suspicion, it should be that she put the poison in the pickles early in the morning, because there are too many pickles, and they can't be disposed of afterwards, so they were discovered by the adults wisely!" ”

Zhao Mo stroked his beard that did not exist in his jaw and said, "Who is the real culprit who poisoned the pickles, this official will find out." Come on, carry the six urns of pickles from the Lu family's kitchen to the county office! ”

Lord Zhao tried the case, not only did he not catch the murderer, but instead carried the six large urns of pickles in the Lu family's kitchen to the county office, pasted seals, and sent people to guard them day and night.

The story of the magistrate of Lanfeng County judging pickles spread quickly like wings, not only in Lanfeng County, but even to nearby counties, and even the state capital.

However, this is a matter of the next few days, and now Zhao Shuang is thinking about what to eat for the next meal.

From the delicious delicacies that are difficult to swallow to the coarse tea and light rice that you can't eat, this gap is not ordinarily large.

On the way back to the county office, Zhao Shuang saw a few restaurants, but considering that he was only carrying ten cents, he resisted the urge to eat the overlord meal.

In case the ancient chef is different from the modern chef, he doesn't care about improving his cooking skills at all, and if he is recognized as a county girl eating a bully meal, his father's already crumbling official position is afraid that it will not be guaranteed.

Back in the backyard of the county office, an old woman with gray hair was waiting at the door with a bag on her back.

"Auntie, is there something wrong with you?" Zhao Shuang asked out of words, if it is a grievance lawsuit, he should go to the front door of the county office, and it must be a private matter to come to the backyard.

Before the old woman could speak, Rou Niang said quickly: "This is Dr. Wang's mother, and she must have come to deliver something to Lord Zhao with a bag on her back." Aunt Wang, what are you giving to Lord Zhao? ”

The old woman looked for the voice and turned to Zhao Shuang and grinned: "Run'er asked me to send a few catties of flour to Lord Zhao, Miss Shuang'er really doesn't remember the eldest lady?" ”

The old woman's eyes wandered as she spoke, and she couldn't find the focus. Zhao Shuang took a closer look at her eyes, well, cataracts. At this time, there was no cure for cataracts, and it would not be long before the old woman could not see.

"Ahem, I don't remember a lot of things before when I woke up, auntie, please come in." Zhao Shuang hurriedly invited Aunt Wang into the backyard. Mrs. Wang is really not bad, yesterday I knew that Mr. Zhao's family was going to run out of food, and today I sent my mother to send white noodles, at this time, ordinary people are usually reluctant to eat white noodles at home, and the white noodles on Mrs. Wang's back look like more than a dozen catties, and she can give so much white noodles away, and the friendship between Dr. Wang and Zhao Moshen is indeed not shallow.

Aunt Wang poured the flour into the noodle jar in the kitchen of the back office, and it seemed that it was definitely not the first time that she had sent noodles to help Lord Zhao.

Emptying the noodle bag, shaking it and putting it away, Aunt Wang said, "Miss Shuang'er, I'll go back." ”

Shuang'er didn't know what to say, so she said, "Okay, you go slowly." ”

Aunt Wang said as she walked out: "If Miss Shuang'er has time, she will use flour to make steamed buns, and she will be hungry after eating." ”

The eldest lady knows very well that this bit of flour can only solve the rations of Lord Zhao's father and daughter for a few days, and it is better to eat one more meal.

"Oh, okay, thank you, auntie, I'll send you back, right?" Zhao Shuang saw Aunt Wang's eyes fluttering when she walked, and her eyes were no longer very clear.

"No, I'm familiar with the streets, I'm going to be blind, I don't have a lot of time to remember the appearance of each street, so I'm not afraid of getting lost." Aunt Wang was very optimistic and rejected Zhao Shuang and walked out of the door by herself.

Zhao Shuang sent Aunt Wang away and began to think about her lunch. Although she has flour at home, she doesn't plan to cook by herself or her father, the food she cooks is poisonous, and her father's cooking is difficult to swallow, so it is urgent to guide Rou Niang's mother and daughter in cooking.

When Zhao Shuang and Rou Niang arrived at Rou Niang's house, Bai Cuiqing sweated profusely and walked from the street with a burden, Rou Niang hurriedly went up to catch the burden of her mother, took it herself, and blamed: "Mother, I am not at home in the morning, can't you go to grind noodles in the afternoon?" Look at the tired you! ”

Bai Cuiqing wiped her sweat with the towel on her shoulder and said, "There are still things in the afternoon." My mother thought about it, it's not a matter to always let you grind, and when we make money, buy a donkey, and grind the noodles, my mother can do it alone. ”

"How much does it cost to buy a donkey?" What are you doing with all that unjust money? I have the strength, and we don't have time to put the donkey when I buy it! Rou Niang talked to her mother while carrying the burden and walked home.

Bai Cuiqing beckoned Zhao Shuang into the house.

Zhao Shuang lamented the backwardness of the feudal society, the small workshop, the small peasant economy, and the need to raise donkeys and grind noodles by themselves.

"Miss Shuang'er, I have freshly ground flour, let's steam steamed buns at noon and eat them!" Bai Cuiqing moved a stool for Zhao Shuang to sit down, and went to clean up the flour in the basket by herself.

"Okay." Zhao Shuang responded. In ancient times, it was already the treatment of the New Year to be able to eat a meal of white flour steamed buns, and to be able to take steamed buns to entertain guests, it must be an important and distinguished guest.

Modern people with mouths don't take steamed buns seriously, but the simpler the food, the more you test your cooking skills, and the more you can test the chef's qualifications and potential.