"Since Mr. Song has entered the city, why didn't he go to see his father?" Wu Yueyue asked.

"I went to the city to grab medicine for my father, and I didn't dare to go to the house to disturb the adults." Song Ju'an replied neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Wu Yueyue was disgusted, looked at him again and smiled: "My father often talks about you, saying that Mr. Song lives in the mountains and countryside, which is really condescending, if you can go to the yamen to do things, your father must be kind to you, why didn't Mr. Song accept this love?" ”

Du Ruo remembered that there had been murders in several villages before, and Song Ju'an had really helped a lot, sorting out the evidence from the subtle clues, so that the murderer could be brought to justice.

A few months ago, Song Ju'an went into the city to buy salt, and ran into a smuggled salt seller, so he notified the county government, and the county ordered someone to arrest those salt dealers.

Wuxian Ling repeatedly said that he was invited, and wanted to hire him as the master of the yamen, run errands, and come up with ideas to do things, but Song Ju'an politely refused.

Du Ruo felt that Song Ju'an was afraid of things, he even dared to provoke salt dealers, he was not afraid of things, and he didn't deal with the government, but it was true that he couldn't support the wall with mud! Day by day, he only guards the one-third of an acre, and he is tired and tired from going out early and returning late.

"Thank you, Lord Wu, for appreciating the wrong love, and I really don't have any lofty ambitions in the next poor person." Song Ju'an gave up again.

Wu Yueyue saw Du Ruo, who was sitting next to her at first, and then stood up again.

She hadn't seen Du Ruo before, and she couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, she had heard some rumors about Song Ju'an's wife Du Shi before, but she didn't expect her to be a little beautiful, and smiled reluctantly: "This is your lady?" ”

"It's the cheap." Song Ju'an said.

"Miss Wu." Du Ruo smiled at her and nodded.

Wu Yueyue pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled, but there was disdain in that smile, and her eyes immediately fell on Song Ju'an.

Du Ruo secretly laughed in his heart, it seems that this Miss Wu likes Song Ju'an, but Song Ju'an is polite and respectful to her for several years, and her words are the same as usual, so she can't see anything.

"Mr. Song, is this selling shoes?" She glanced down at the shoes on the floor.

Song Ju'an nodded.

Wu Yueyue squatted down, took the embroidered shoes in his hand, the upper of the shoes was embroidered with goldfish playing lotus, vivid, the embroidery pattern and the color line match is very brilliant, the embroidery is also excellent, but the material is poor.

Du Ruo saw that she was interested, and hurriedly said: "This is the embroidery pattern painted by my father-in-law, and my sister-in-law embroidered it skillfully, if Miss Wu likes it, she can buy it back and sell it to Miss Wu cheaply!" "Say that these shoes have nothing to do with me, maybe this Miss Wu will like it!

Song Ju'an heard her lie, turned his head to look at her, his eyes were displeased.

When Wu Yueyue heard this, she laughed and said, "It's so good-looking, that's good, I bought it!" ”

"Twenty-five cents!" Du Ruo hurriedly said.

Wu Yueyue asked the maid to take out the silver, took the pair of shoes, and said to Song Ju'an: "It's better for Mr. Song to go to the house to drink tea and rest, it just so happens that my father has been bored with a few cases recently, if Mr. Song can solve his father's doubts, it would be great!" ”

Du Ruo stood aside with the money, counted it, put it in the money bag, and watched the two of them talk with a smile.

Song Ju was displeased, Du Shi just received twenty wen from others, and now she accepts twenty-five wen from Miss Wu, she will be improvised, and she is very good at tricking people.

"Thank you Miss Wu for your kindness, there are still sick parents in bed at home, so I won't delay, and I will definitely visit Master Wu next time I go to the city!" Song Ju'an said.

Du Ruo took advantage of the two of them to talk, walked to the opposite side and bought two steamed buns, and when she came back, Miss Wu had already left.

She handed a bun to Song Ju'an and said happily: "We have earned about ten cents today!" ”

"Give me the money!" Song Ju'an said coldly, he didn't pick up the buns.

Du Ruo handed him the money bag, "What are you angry about?" ”

Song Ju'an took the money bag and walked straight forward.

When he arrived at the pharmacy he frequented, he asked people to grab the medicine according to Lang Zhong's prescription, Du Ruo followed him, and said in his heart, which tendon is wrong with this person? Xu saw the young and beautiful Miss Wu, and she was even more disgusted with Du's family?

After buying medicine, Song Ju'an bought some embroidery thread and fabrics at Du Ruo's request, since she could make money, she went back to ponder more, and maybe she could rely on this to eat in the future!

The two of them went to Han Liang again, Han Liang had sold half of the pork, and when they passed, they happened to see Han Liang cutting off the bones neatly with a knife.

"Good knife technique!" Du Ruo admired.

Song Ju'an looked back at her, his face gloomy, "Do you know what sword technique he used?" ”

"I'll just say it casually, I don't know martial arts, how do you know." Du Ruo said.

Song Ju'an didn't pay attention to her anymore and stood in front of Han Liang's stall to help.

Du Ruo ate a meat bun, and he was still hungry, after all, the child's fist-sized bun was not enough to stuff his teeth, looking at the one in his hand Song Ju'an, he swallowed his saliva. If she ate both, she felt that she was too unkind, so she had to take the bag and not look at it.

There are fewer and fewer people in the market, and there are still a small part of the meat on Han Liang's board that has not been sold, all of them are with bones, or pigs are in the water.

He packed up his things and said to them, "Don't sell it, let's go back!" ”

When I went out of the city, it was overcast and it seemed to be raining.

When I went out, there were clouds floating in the sky, Du Ruo thought that today's weather was not bad, but I didn't expect the face of the doll in June to change!

The three of them had to hurry up.

Du Shi was too lazy before, and he hadn't exercised much, and when he came and went, Du Ruo was inevitably out of breath and couldn't keep up with them, Song Ju'an and Han Liang walked in front, and when they saw her falling behind, they stopped from time to time to wait for her.

When he was halfway there, there was a muffled thunder in the sky, dripping raindrops, and after walking a few steps away, the rain poured down, and Du Ruo was only wearing a thin coat, which was immediately poured through, and became a soup chicken.

"Brother Song, I know there's a ruined temple nearby! Let's go inside and hide for a while! Han Liang shouted, he often went into the city and was very familiar with this road.

So Han Liang pushed the cart and ran with them to the ruined temple hidden in the wilderness.

Du Ruo sat on the haystack in the ruined temple, wiped the rain from his face with his hands, and shivered when he looked at the water curtain under the eaves outside.

Song Ju'an lit a fire, and found some firewood from the broken temple to pile it around, and saw her sitting by the fire with her knees crossed, her face was a little pale, and she didn't say anything, just took off her wet clothes and set up a wooden frame to roast the fire.

Du Ruo was wearing thin clothes, and he couldn't take off his clothes in front of them to roast the fire, so he had to sit closer, his head was hot, his body was a little trembling, Du Ruo's body was weak, he had walked for so long, and it was raining, Du Ruo prayed that he would not get sick.

Han Liang stood at the door of the broken temple, sighed, walked back again, and said to Song Ju'an: "Look at my sister-in-law shivering cold, don't get sick!" ”

Song Ju'an glanced at her, took off the quick-drying clothes baked on the wooden shelf, walked to Du Ruo, leaned over and draped over her, and reached out to pin the wet hair on the side of her ear behind her ear, and looked at her deeply before walking away.

Du Ruo was very uncomfortable with his sudden closeness and looked at him suspiciously.

But her body was warm, and she felt much better.

At this time, there was a sound behind the hanging curtain on the other side of the ruined temple, and someone 'oops'.

Han Liang immediately picked up the pig-killing knife on his body, his eyes burst into light, and he stood up coldly, "Who is it?!" He crept over that direction.

Song Ju'an put his hands behind his shoulders and looked in that direction with a cold face.

There was a few more flutters behind the curtain, and a little boy came out from behind, he was in tatters, his clothes were uncovered, he had no shoes on his feet, his face was dirty, and he couldn't see him as he was, a little beggar.

"I ...... I'm sheltering from the rain here...... Please don't kill me! When the child saw the pig-killing knife in Han Liang's hand, he was so frightened that he knelt on the ground.

"Han Liang, it's just a child, don't scare him!" Song Ju'an said.

Han Liang put away the knife, walked over, lifted the child from the ground, and threw it next to the fire, "What are you doing like a thief?!" He snapped, glancing cautiously around again.

Song Ju'an walked over, gathered the sparks in front of him to the fire, squatted beside him and asked, "What's your name?" What are you doing hiding here? ”

The kid listened to Song Ju'an's question, and his body trembled even more.

"Why are you scared like this?" Song Ju'an was puzzled.

The child sat by the fire with his legs crossed, his expression flustered, his eyes evasive, his head bowed and he did not dare to speak, and he looked very pitiful.

Du Ruo took his hand, motioned for him to sit in front of him a little, and put his hand on his forehead, seeing that he did not have a fever, he put his mind at ease, but why did this child tremble so much?

"Don't be afraid, we're not bad people." Du Ruo said.

The child's eyes were dark, and when he saw Du Ruo smiling at him, his eyes were full of tears, and he bit his lip and nodded.

"Are you hungry?" Du Ruo asked again.

He nodded again.

Du Ruo remembered that he still had a meat bun on his body, so he took it out and handed it to him to eat.

Song Ju'an was a little surprised, but he affirmed an idea in his heart, the current Du clan is not the previous Du clan!

In the past, Du Shi would never have such kindness, let alone pity others, only she took advantage of others, and would never let people take advantage of her!

So who is she? Why is it exactly the same as Ducht?!

When it rained just now, he had secretly observed her, and she kept wiping the rain from her face with her sleeve, and if it was a disguise technique, it was about to show a flaw now. While he was draped in her clothes just now, he used his hand to ruffle her hair and carefully observe her face, which was tightly sealed, and there was no problem.

At this moment, Han Liang suddenly shouted, "There is a person lying here!" "He's in the apse of the ruined temple.

The little beggar was so frightened that the bun in his hand fell to the ground, and he shouted, 'I didn't see it!' I didn't see anything! Not me! Not me! ’

Du Ruo was taken aback, he didn't expect him to react so much suddenly.

Song Ju'an looked solemn, glanced at the little beggar suspiciously, held a torch in his hand, got up and walked towards the apse.

The back was indeed very dark, but Han Liang drew his bow and shot arrows with a pair of sharp eyes, and when Song Juan passed over with a torch, the two of them saw the face of the man on the ground clearly.

It was a young village woman, her clothes had been torn naked, and she was lying naked on the hay, her body was blue and purple, her lower body was bleeding, her eyes were half-open, and she looked motionless and lifeless.

Song Ju'an and Han Liang immediately looked away and looked at each other again, their expressions solemn.