Xiangyang, late Yuan and early Ming Dynasty, Mirror Lake.

This mirror lake, which is both a pond and a lake, is smaller than the lake and larger than the weir.

The lake and the defense system of Xiangyang City are integrated. The Yuan army attacked Xiangyang for a long time and did not break it, because the city was impregnable, the soldiers and civilians defending the city hated the same enemy, the Yuan army was defeated, it took a long time, and there was nothing to be done.

One day, Tu Laohan took the ox to the lake to let the cow drink water, and found a big black fish floating at the mouth of the lake, he picked up the stone and threw it next to the black fish, to see if it was dead or alive, if it was alive, it would run away, maybe it would give birth in the aquatic grass, if it was dead, it would not run, he thought like this, "Boom", it was not a fish, it was undoubtedly a man's blurred face appeared together, oops, oh mom! He was so frightened that his soul was scattered, his legs and stomach trembled, he pestled the bamboo stick, the lower end was cracked, and he went directly to the ground to protect Lao Liu.

When Lao Liu heard this, he panicked, there was a murder case in the area under his jurisdiction, and he couldn't escape the blame, so he hurried to see it.

He saw that there was indeed a floating corpse at the mouth of the lake, and the male and female floating corpses were all face down. What should I do now? Is it suicide or homicide?

Lao Liu immediately went to find Bu Huishu, a well-known local spokesperson for the lawsuit.

Bu Huishu has been a spokesperson for more than 20 years and has never lost a lawsuit, so it is right to look for him.

"Dibao, what's the matter?" Bu Huishu asked.

"Bad luck, unlucky, floating corpses have been found in my realm."

"Where?"

"Mirror Lake Mouth."

"That's right, Jinghukou belongs to your old man's family."

"What can I do? How is it good? ”

"What to do? Report to the officer! Bu Huishu said.

"How is this submission drafted?" Di Bao asked, "I also hope that Mr. Bu will give me guidance and write the submission on my behalf." ”

"It takes a thousand taels of silver."

"A submission, asking for a thousand? Too expensive, too expensive! I don't have that much money for a year. ”

"Whatever. See for yourself! ”

The land protector is reluctant to pay so much money, and if there is no more, where will the money come from? Don't pay the money, this life lawsuit, but it's a big thing, the dead are not a trivial matter, no matter how you die, spending money is inevitable, eliminating wealth and avoiding disasters, you must spend it, see if you can be accommodating, thinking of this, the land security asked: "There is not so much money, Mr. Bu does good deeds, the place has been peaceful, the more afraid things will come, what about me, give two hundred taels, how about writing for me?" ”

"A piece of paper that looks light and fluttery, but it's worth a lot. If you give 800 taels, it means that the surgery can be done, and the internal medicine will not care. You think about it yourself, I will write it according to the submission of eight hundred taels, and after you write it, how about you take it to the official? As for whether there is a problem with internal medicine or not, I can't care about it. Bu Huishu said.

"Okay, I'll give you two hundred taels of silver, please write it."

"Okay, wait a minute, and you'll be right away." Bu Huishu said, there was a scholar's assistant next to him, grinding ink and laying paper, moistening the pen and raising his hand, waving it, and then put down the brush and handed it to the local security for a submission, which read: "Xiangyang Jinghukou, a male floating corpse was found." ”

The local security guard took the submission, took it out in his arms for a long time, and then took out some of Zou Baba's silver tickets, counted two hundred taels, and handed them to Bu Huishu tremblingly. If you have found the most precious land, return home.

Back at home, the ground guard is always unsteady, not sitting, not standing, the male corpse is still floating in the water, people come and go to see it, talk about it, and point around. Dibao thought to himself, if he doesn't do it, the cause of death of this male corpse is unknown, if the boss blames it, this loss will be great, for his own safety, he must be willing to let the child fight the wolf.

He managed to borrow eight hundred taels of silver, and then went to the door again to find Bu Huishu's spokesperson.

"If you want to talk about looking for a lawyer, you should find a big lawyer, or the most famous lawyer. I have borrowed money from all over the world to honor the lawyer, please rewrite the submission, so that I can rest assured that the famous lawyer will not die without help. The murder happened here, and it is really unavoidable, and I also ask the lawyer to be merciful, the pen is bright, the pen saves people's lives, and the victory is to create a seventh-level floating slaughter, this little meaning please accept the divination lawyer. The landlord said that he took out the silver ticket very reluctantly, he had already prepared it, but when he took out the silver ticket, his hand was not very obedient.

Bu Huishu was a little impatient, he understood the difficulty, so he didn't urge, he was already in the chest. What should come will definitely come, no need to rush.

When the waitroom was completely back to normal, he handed over all the silver tickets to Bu Huishu, then withdrew his hand and stood aside respectfully.

Bu Huishu took the silver ticket and put it away, and asked coldly, "What about the submission?" ”

Di Bao took out the submission he had just written and handed it to Bu Huishu.

Bu Huishu unfolded the submission, picked up a brush placed on the pen stand next to the inkstone, dipped it in some ink, turned the brush shaft on the edge of the inkstone, blocked the excess ink of the brush words, and made a stroke on the submission, that is, in the middle of the mouth of the mirror lake, the mouth became the middle, and then handed the submission back to the local security, saying: "It's done, take it to the official, I promise it's okay." You know, I'm not going to lose. ”

When the local protector looked at the submission, there was not much difference from the submission just now, but there was one more vertical. I thought, this is eight hundred taels of silver! It seems that if you want to make money, you have to know how to write. This Bu Huishu must be well versed in this, otherwise he would not be famous far and wide.

The local security officer will accept the submission with suspicion. Submit the submission to the official promptly. The county government received the submission and quickly rushed to the scene, and after an inquest to examine the body, it was found that the body was intact and there were no fatal external injuries. So in combination with the submission, the county government also notified the local people to claim the body, and the family of the deceased came to claim the body when they learned the news, and took it home for burial.

The county government did not file the case. When the family saw that the matter had come to this, they had no choice but to give up. There is no other way. originally wanted to find a claim for land insurance, but the county government had already closed the case and ignored it, which was regarded as letting the land insurance escape.

Di Bao secretly exclaimed, this Bu Hui Shuzhi is really too bullish, one vertical is eight hundred taels of silver. Sitting on the ground and starting the price, not bargaining, making money is so easy, it seems that you still have to write more, and a word is not a dream.

Bu Huishu easily earned 1,000 taels of silver, which was a piece of cake.

used to be a down-and-out scholar, tried and failed, wandered into the rivers and lakes, became a lawyer, redressed grievances for others, and fought grievances. The fame spreads far and wide, and the fame is getting bigger and bigger, just like Chinese medicine, the louder the fame, the better the business will be.

He suffered too much from white eyes, saw through the world, was disliked by others, was like a lost dog, was driven away everywhere, ate a meal and worried about the next meal, lived a hard life, was a down-and-out scholar, and did not know where the way out was.

The age is grown, the matchmaker does not come to the door, no one proposes marriage, there is no money at home, a grass house, a fire, there is still no one to live, the house is only broken and ruined, there is nowhere to live, only to live in a broken temple, speaking of a person who reads, and has not taken a fame, it is very miserable.

Before the broken temple worshipped the dragon king, the local drought, the people built this temple, begging the dragon king for rain. As a result, a lot of money was spent to repair a temple, the dragon king did not rain, did not show the spirit, the incense gradually decreased, the temple was abandoned, in disrepair, fortunately when the dragon king temple was built, the craftsmen were in awe of the dragon king, meticulous, done seriously, the temple was strong and durable, the materials used were all high-quality goods, the dragon king temple was not afraid of wind and rain, as a result, the temple stood for five hundred years without falling, but the roof was somewhat damaged, the walls were moss, and there were wild grasses and wild flowers in the gaps of the stone steps.

Bu Huishu lives in the broken temple, sells calligraphy and paintings in the bazaar for a living, is good at writing couplets, writing blessing characters, and the more the Chinese New Year, the better the business.

There is no big money coming in, and small money has to be earned. It's not a problem to mix food and clothing, and you can be hungry for the time being. Usually the business is cold, but I also teach a few students to read and write, and the students' parents send some food as tuition, and they can also live. It's just that he lives in a broken temple, and every time he is asked where he comes from and where his home is, there is only prevarication, and everyone knows it, but let him say it himself, for a family with a thatched house, how can he recognize words, and he doesn't live in a broken temple? It's not as good as a farmer, and there are grass huts to live in.

Fortunately, with the change of dynasty and the improvement of the status of scholars, the people began to attach importance to literacy, and if they can read and write, they can be respected. It is also good for the farmer to let his children learn to read and write, so as not to be deceived, and it is good that they can be used to keep accounts, and there is no need to draw circles on the wall.

Bu Huishu slowly became a reader in ten miles and eight towns, and someone came to ask students to read and write. Some students study seriously, some are not serious, and Bu Huishu is not forced, because there is little money, only to ask for quantity, bring a few more students, so that they can eat enough, and have money to spare, but I didn't expect to buy a house, or buy books. He knows that no matter how strong the house is, there will be a day when it will collapse, so it is better to buy books, and if the house of knowledge is built in his head, he will not be afraid of wind and rain, and it will not collapse, and with knowledge, there will be money. As long as you don't mess around, you will live a safe life.

The number of students in the village increased, and the village raised funds to build a house, and also gave Mr. Teaching a field, so that Bu Huishu could teach the students, and he could grow some fruits, melons and vegetables for self-sufficiency.

This field belongs to the best piece in the village, everyone has earned and robbed for many years, there have been many fights, the day before yesterday the surname is Zhao, today the surname is Qian, tomorrow the day after tomorrow I don't know who the surname is, this field because of good, all want, the result has become the focus of contradictions. In order to appease the anger, the village decided to give this field to Mr. Teaching, and they knew very well that this field still belonged to the village, not to a certain family or person, and was temporarily managed by Bu Huishu.

Sure enough, this trick worked very well. Everyone is very happy, because they don't get it, others don't get it, and everyone feels very happy to get along.

Bu Huishu just got the fertile land, so he went down to take a look, he didn't know what to plant, and he was embarrassed to ask the veteran of farming, the parents of those students were all experts, but they didn't know a single word, only touched the hoe handle, and couldn't hold the pen, so he went down to the field first to grope and grope.

This field has been idle for a long time, because they all wanted to get it, but no one got it, so it was abandoned for a long time, and the surrounding fields were reclaimed several times, and crops grew every year, and when the wind and rain were good, the harvest was quite abundant.

This good field is overgrown with weeds and flowers, and it is so barren that people cry.

He grows cucumbers, this thing is good, but he has to find bamboo to build a shelf, where to cut bamboo? Asking for people again, it's not happy.

He wants to grow beans, too, loofah, and he also wants a shelf, and he doesn't want a shelf, what is it? Sorghum? Making wine? Make a broom? This good field, planting sorghum is wasted, and it is not good to grow miscellaneous grains, only planting vegetables, what vegetables to plant, which is a headache. It turns out that farming is harder than studying. In the adult world, nothing is easy. He sent such a feeling, saw half of the crockpot, stood up, sighed, weeds cut off half of the crockpot, I don't know who threw it, he felt that it was better to teach, these broken jars in the barren field, it was really nerve-wracking, the scholar had no power to tie the chicken, but he could have the power of flying feet, look at me, this foot down, must let the broken crockpot break the can and fall, not broken, it is broken, fly to other people's fields.

He saw it, and sure enough, he flew up and down.

"Boom," a dull echo sounded.

"Oops—"

With a shout, Bu Huishu suddenly screamed, his feet hurt from being kicked, he immediately squatted down in pain, picked up his feet, took off his shoes, and began to massage non-stop.

While rubbing his feet, he accidentally found that in the cracks of the broken tiles, there was a bright light flickering, it turned out that it was not half a clay pot, but the entire clay pot, two-thirds of which was buried in the soil, and one-third was exposed.

He pulled open the fragment and found a shiny thing at the bottom of the crockpot, and when he took it out, it was a silver ring, and the word "disciple" was engraved in the middle of the ring.

The sensitivity to words made Bu Huishu overjoyed, this little thing, there are still words, what does this word mean, take it home first. No, wait a minute to see if he can put it on, so he tried on the silver ring, and it turned out to be the right size.

It seems to be tailor-made for him.

Wait, let's see if there's anything else, this little thing is weird, it glows in a dark place, but it doesn't shine when it comes to a place where there's light.

He reached out with a silver ring, and the silver ring shone at the bottom of the jar, like a torch, and he could see it clearly. The bottom of the tank was empty. It's strange, who buried it here? Why just a silver ring in a crockpot? Whatever, this silver ring can shine like a night pearl, and it is made of silver, if you don't have anything to eat in the future, you can use it as a pawn, and it's not bad to change it for some food.

This is poor and afraid, and hungry and afraid, there is no way, even if he picks it up, even if it is his own. Who will give him this field? Heaven is merciful, give him a piece of land, a house, which can be used to support himself.

He put the fragments of the crockpot back into the pot, which is very common and is common in most farmers' homes, and is used to hold water in the fields and drink the water from the jar to quench their thirst when they are tired from work.

It can also be used to fill porridge, porridge and the like, if you don't go home at noon, you can drink some gruel in the field and eat some cakes brought, just order pickles, and you can also deal with a meal.

Bu Huishu put the crockpot as it was, found the lid of the jar, and covered it slightly, maybe the student's parents came to farm, and threw the jar far away, so as not to affect the growth of vegetables.