Chapter 101 The bitter lover cries and tells the bitter feelings
How do you spend the night when you don't have a store to stay at? Xiao Yan asked.
The guy continued: "Although there is no shop to stay, you can go to the temple deserted house, Qinlou Chu Pavilion, or ask someone to borrow it, it is really not good, fortunately the summer and summer nights are hot, and you can spend a night under the eaves of other people's roofs." β
Xiao Yun whispered relief: "Providence is like this, the eldest sister might as well be at ease when she comes, stay in the house more and move around less, and Yan Dixia and I are here, and we will be there in three or four days." β
Xiao Yuan said lightly: "I'm not afraid of any strange powers, but Sister Rong is naΓ―ve and timid, cowardly, and thin, I'm afraid something will happen to her." β
Xiao Yan didn't want to say much, but said, "I still need to worry about the eldest sister." β
While talking, there was an old man in shabby clothes and full of vicissitudes of life, walked up to them and stretched out a bowl to beg, Xiao Yuan saw that he was pitiful, and took out the money from his sleeve, but the man came to drive him away, and his tone was disgusted: "Whoever let you come into the store, disturb the customers to eat tea, and don't go out quickly." Then he said to them, "This man used to be an errand boy in the high house, and he was lazy and disgusting, and his hands and feet were not clean, and he was thrown out, and he did not deserve sympathy." β
Xiao Yun's heart moved: "Who can be innocent in this life, his downfall is already retribution, and he doesn't have to fall into the well again." Instead, he sat down and handed over a plate of pastries.
The guy bit Lu Dongbin's face and he didn't know the hearts of good people.
Xiao Yan looked at his old age and asked, "How many years have you been on an errand in Gaofu?" β
The old man was a little choked when he ate the cake, swallowed a few mouthfuls of tea, and said with a sigh of relief: "It's not just a few years, it's a family child." β
"Unfortunately, you must have committed a great wrath to be kicked out of your house." Xiao Yan shook his head and said: "With the prosperity and wealth of the Gao Mansion, if you do your duty, you will not be reduced to the streets now, begging to live." β
The old man replied: "I have always been honest and responsible, just because the little girl died strangely and wanted to report to the official to investigate the case, the old man was angry, and he just found a reason to drive me out." β
"You are?" Xiao Yan guessed: "Ten years ago, in Gaofu, the girl Xiaohong who was stoned to death by the beam of the house, is it your daughter?" β
The old man looked at him in shock: "Who are you?" How do you know what happened ten years ago? β
Xiao Yun didn't say anything, only gave the eldest sister a look, Xiao Yuan was helpless: "Does your daughter have a round face, thin eyebrows and bulging eyes, a flat nose and a thin mouth, and a red mole in the center of her eyebrows?" β
Seeing that the old man nodded straightly, she said, "We are guests staying in Gaofu these days, and I heard my mother-in-law occasionally mention it." β
Xiao Yan continued to ask: "Since you think that your daughter died strangely, even if she is kicked out of the mansion, you should insist on reporting to the official to find out." β
The old man's eyes flowed with tears: "The Gao family is rich, there are people in the court, and they are close to the county government, and they do good deeds on weekdays, and they also win the hearts of the people." I went to sue him, and the group of craftsmen testified again, and they were kicked out of the yamen, not to mention, and they were spurned by the townspeople all day long. β
Xiao Yun groaned: "That building a house don't say that the beam fell and smashed people, even if the craftsman climbed up and down, there were also deaths and injuries, why do you think there is a secret to her death?" Were you there that night? β
The old man shook his head: "I wasn't there that night, I only heard about her death the next day, when I ran, she was full of blood and water, I picked her up, only to see that the nail of my right hand was broken, and I wrote the word 'injustice' on the ground with blood." β
"But anyone else saw it?"
"No, when I shouted, a craftsman splashed a bucket of water and drowned the words."
Xiao Yan frowned: "But those craftsmen live in the town?" β
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