Chapter Twenty-Eight: Don't Steam Steamed Buns to Fight for Breath

"Brother, it's not that I won't tell you, it's been more than half a month, who can remember who was collecting taxes that day?" After a long absence, Liu Xi was not happy about the return of the auspicious day, and it was definitely a trouble to find himself at this juncture.

"No, others don't know, you don't know. Liubiju's running account is the most cumbersome in the city's trading shops, maybe you only need to reconcile the goods before closing, but if you want to come up with silver, I don't believe that your account book has no basis! ”

Ji Ri's words cost Liu Xi's life, the account book is a secret of a shop, and no one will hand it over to others. Liu Xi's face was uncertain, a little hesitant, and asked, "Do you really only need a person's name?" ”

Ji Ri nodded firmly, and said: "As long as the name of the person, the rest has nothing to do with you, but there is one section, this person is related to the grievance of my father's vain death, don't say a name to prevaricate me!" ”

Liu Xi gritted his teeth, went to the counter and flipped through it for a while before taking out the account book, and then covered it with his hand to prevent him from looking at it, flipping through the pages one by one. Ji Ri's eyes kept staring at Liu Xi's face, it was not easy for him to distinguish the account book, but it was much easier to see if Liu Xi's expression was abnormal.

The hands that turned the ledger were extremely steady, and the frequency was always the same, and Ji Ri suddenly found that Liu Xi's gaze shrank slightly, and his hands turned another page.

"Wait! Shopkeeper Liu, give me a look at the page just now, I don't know if it can be convenient? ”

Beads of sweat from the bean were flowing into Liu Xi's neck, and he forced out an ugly smile and said, "It's just some human contacts, nothing to look at." ”

In the flash of light, Ji Ri thought about snatching the account book from Liu Xi's hand to see it clearly, but he also knew in his heart that he had no extraneous capital. He took a deep look at Liu Xi, didn't say anything, and left Liubiju silently.

Even if it is you who is building momentum, it is not so easy to really want to take advantage of the situation, and the auspicious people are soft-spoken, even if they are bloody on the streets, they may not be able to make much waves. Approaching the waning western mountains, Jiri walked alone on the streets of Takezawa, slowly shrouded in twilight.

"Tomorrow, the county master will try his younger brother, this matter is too suspenseful, right?"

"No, killing people to pay off debts and paying off debts, it is a matter of course, Gan Liang killed Li Langzhong, it seems that the one called Ji Ri, his father's death is inseparable from Gan Liang."

"What are you talking about, can the county master still sentence his younger brother to death?"

"There is no shadow, there is always a loophole to exploit, but if the evidence is ironclad, can the county master still reverse black and white in front of us?"

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The streets and alleys are full of speculation about the results of tomorrow's Gan Lin's trial, and some people even opened a handicap to bet on it.

"The evidence is ironclad, it's difficult!" Ji Ri sighed and finally returned to the medical hall. Lu Qingzhou saw Ji Ri's face was depressed, and he couldn't bear it, and said: "Ah Ri, don't struggle, the law is nothing more than human affection, if you bite someone's hair, people will look at your neck, you can't do it." ”

Ji Ri was upset, and he didn't pay attention to Lu Qingzhou, but ran to the back hall to go to his mother's bedroom. Ji's mother raised her body for half a month, her complexion gradually became ruddy, and she was no longer as sleepy as she was at the beginning, looking at her son with a kind face.

"Mother, the child is not filial, I'm afraid there is no way to avenge my father!"

Ji Mu said: "It's as it should be, let's not force it, it's better than living a good life?" When my mother recovers, I will sell the steamed buns, as well as the burnt liver, and it will be good to eat and drink. ”

"Mother, is that all you have to do with your injuries?" Ji Ri still doesn't give up, even if he probably can't let Gan Liang pay for his life tomorrow, he has to pick a layer of skin to finish.

Ji Mu sighed and said, "As the old saying goes, the people don't fight with the rich, and the rich don't fight with the officials. Can our small arms be able to twist the thighs of the officials? Forget it. ”

No one wants to suffer, and no one likes the wicked. Ji Ri felt that he was too tired now, and the struggle of the past week seemed to be like a grasshopper in the field, thinking that jumping up and down could confuse the rooster, thinking that the cockscomb on his head was his weakness, and thinking that as long as he found the right time, he could win with one move.

Ji Ri was speechless for a long time, he didn't know how he sat in the back hall, and when he woke up, Lu Qingzhou and Zhu Tianqi were already sitting aside.

Zhu Tianqi poured a glass of wine for Ji Ri and asked, "I'm going to have a lawsuit with the younger brother of the county order tomorrow, are you afraid?" ”

"The shopkeeper of Liubiju is hidden, Mr. Lu has to be forgiving and forgiving, and my mother also hopes to calm things down, Uncle Zhu, shouldn't I fight this time?" On an auspicious day, he drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, but it was difficult to pour a lump in his chest with a hint of wine.

Zhu Tianqi laughed and said: "Ah Ri, don't listen to the cowardly shopkeeper and Lao Lu in Liubiju, they will hide if they encounter anything in their lives, as long as they can hide and never face it, that Lao Liu didn't tell you anything, tell me." ”

Ji Ri said: "My father was killed that day, and I want to know if it was the official who came to Junling to collect taxes and killed my father. ”

"It's the catcher at the yamen, one is called Zhang Yu, and the other is called Wang Jun, they greeted me when they passed by," Zhu Tianqi said as he said, taking a piece of burnt liver and throwing it into his mouth, "This thing is good, go back and teach me how to do it." ”

Lu Qingzhou shook his head and said softly: "Carpenter Zhu, aren't you harming the child, what is he going to fight with the county order?" I don't think the county order intends to favor his brother too much, and the pain of flesh and skin must be inevitable, so that's fine. ”

Zhu Tianqi put down his chopsticks and said, "Fart!" When I was a child, I learned crafts with my master, and no matter which family I went to make cabinets and chairs, others would always treat my master respectfully and respectfully, and they would call me back and forth. Later, I asked the master why, and the master said that the first is the reputation of the person, and the second is that you are three points weaker before you enter the door, and others will naturally not look down on you. ”

Recalling the beginning, Zhu Tianqi couldn't help but smile and continued: "Since then, Lao Tzu has also raised his head to make a living, guess what, those people really picked up good things!" We don't understand, but since then I've known that the more you put up with it, the more people kick their noses in the face! ”

Lu Qingzhou didn't refute, and called the medicine boy to go to the kitchen to bring the steamed buns. The medicine boy didn't even remove the lid, and the entire cage drawer was brought to the table. The cage was still steaming, and the medicine boy was about to open the lid on the spot, he rolled up his sleeve with his left hand, and reached out with his right hand to get the lid, and the heat in the cage drawer came out at once, burning the medicine boy's arm red.

"Oops!" The medicine boy screamed, and the lid fell to the ground. Lu Qingzhou immediately went to get the scald cream and applied it, and said, "Be careful next time, the heat in that pot is extremely hot, but it is difficult to detect, don't be so reckless." ”

Ji Ri slapped the table and said, "Yes, don't fight for steamed buns, he doesn't know that my ability is just right, I'll choke him with a storyteller, I have to let him drop a piece of meat!" ”

Time is running out for auspicious days, and now the only chance to crucify Gan Liang is the storyteller who comes forward to fan the last fire. On auspicious days, put on a straw hat, glue a wig and a beard, and take advantage of the night to go to the Chunlai Teahouse.

"Shopkeeper Li, open the door!" Ji Ri shouted loudly, and banged on the door hard, and after a cup of tea, there was light in the teahouse.

"Who, we're closing early, drink tea and come back tomorrow!" It was the guy from the teahouse who answered, guarding the first floor to prevent theft, and this knock on the door directly disturbed his sweet dream.

"I, Zhou Cang!"

The guy came to the spirit all of a sudden. In the past few days when Mr. Storyteller said goodbye, Li Fu has searched around for his whereabouts, but he has found nothing, and he also instructed the guys who ran the hall to find ways to keep him once Mr. Zhou comes back.

The guy opened the door and saw the familiar straw hat, and immediately smiled, and said, "Yo, Mr. Zhou, where have you been in the past two days?" Our shopkeeper wants to kill you! ”

Ji Ri didn't say anything, and went to the lobby to find a chair and sit down. After the guy lit the lamp, he said, "Is Shopkeeper Li asleep?" ”

"Look at what you said, if the shopkeeper doesn't sleep at this point, can he still read the Spring and Autumn Festival at night?"

Ji Ri stroked his beard and said, "Zhou has something to rely on you, I don't know if you dare to do it?" ”

The guy was so happy when he heard it, when Mr. Zhou begged himself, he had to change a few paragraphs of the book to listen to! At that time, he was full of promises, but when Jiri said his request, the guy was dumbfounded.

"I want you to help me move the statue of Guan Gong with the crippled right hand to the yamen, do you dare?"

"Mr. Zhou, what are you doing here? The yamen has been in a lawsuit for the past two days, and it is the county magistrate who is trying his younger brother, I just run to the hall to eat, how dare I get involved in this! ”

Ji Ri said: "In that case, go and call the shopkeeper Li, and I will discuss with him." ”

Speaking of which, the guy can't help but agree, because Li Fu has no other tricks when he wakes up, and the teahouse relies on Mr. Zhou's iron mouth, so he still has to move this trip, why bother Li Fu?

The guy gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Zhou, let's talk about it, I'm just going to help you move something, I don't know anything else!" ”

Ji Ri was happy when he heard it, and said: "Don't worry, I haven't been here, and you haven't woken up, even if you pull it down after moving." ”

Only then did the guy put his mind at ease and said that the hero book would never do anything to frame the young guy. On the auspicious day, the palm lamp came to the side of Guan Gong, the man put one glove on Guan Yun's left arm, and the other hand wrapped his leg, and carried it out of the teahouse.

Ji Ri was just about to go out when he saw a mop and half a bucket of red paint next to the counter, which Li Fu used to paint the furniture that had been damaged after Gan Liang smashed the teahouse last time. He had an idea, and followed the man with red paint and a mop cloth.

Now it is more than four days, the sky is not yet dawn, and it is the dead of night when the patrol is halfway through.

"Mr. Zhou, I've already carried it, do you want to go back to the teahouse or?"

Ji Ri said: "Go back to sleep quickly, tell Shopkeeper Li, I will borrow his mop and red paint for use, and return him a good story another day!" ”

When the guy heard this, he knew that Mr. Zhou was going to do something big, and his years of experience in running in the teahouse told him not to ask what he shouldn't ask, so he yawned and went back to the teahouse. In the huge place at the entrance of the yamen, there is a one-armed Guan Gong, and the auspicious day wearing a straw hat on the side is brushing on the ground again.

Caring for the people is an official,

What is the cloud mountain fog cover?

Long hatred died outside the wheat city,

The book is full of drums and cold people's grievances.

The Emperor of Heaven is far strong and brave,

Ignoring right and wrong is in vain.

Hiding dirt and dirt will eventually show snow,

Treacherous and evil should have wandered to the border!