Imperial.

The tragic death of Shi Wentong in the car is not a big deal.

There are so many big people in the imperial city that they can go, and a mere household secretary is really not a big official.

It's small, it's not small.

After all, it's still a book of six books.

Shi Wentong's body was parked for three days in the six-door mortuary on Chenghuangmiao Street in the Eastern District.

Six doors investigated the scene late at night, and found no trace of the murderer, except for the coachman.

The driver was not Zheng's taxi driver, but Shi Wentong's own cronies, and after a little interrogation, he went to the suspect.

"The Case of the Death of the Household Department Shangshu on the Street" was originally intended to be handed over to the household department and let them handle it internally.

But Ke Yuliang, the head of the household department, replied lightly, the murder that occurred at the feet of the Son of Heaven was under the jurisdiction of the Criminal Department, no matter how big or small.

The criminal department saw that this was not right, it was clearly a sudden death, and it was pushed to the ministry.

It is said that it is enough to let the official secretary of the ministry eliminate the official status and issue a bereavement pension.

When the official Shangshu heard it, he was even more reluctant, and heard that Shi Wentong's screams resounded throughout the imperial city when he died, and the hot potato dog didn't eat it, so he quickly ordered someone to shirk it overnight.

Several major departments pushed it for a day and a night, and finally someone from above spoke: Tobu Langzhong's death is strange, and the cause of death is thoroughly investigated within three days.

The major servants in the city received orders and went to the mortuary for autopsy.

Shi Wentong's corpse still maintained the posture of death, and when the servants lifted the cover of the corpse, they saw that Shi Wentong's death was terrifying, his eyes were round and bloodshot, as if he was shocked. And the corpse was parked for a day and a night, full of corpse spots, even more hideous, all the servants gasped together, only to feel the yin wind in the mortuary, as if someone was shouting in the dark.

The major officials have been tested for a night, but they can't find out why. There is an experienced puppet who speculates: scared to death.

Of course, several major departments do not accept this conclusion. In the end, I had no choice but to invite the old man of Zhishi for many years to go up the mountain.

The old man is eighty-three this year, and he is already in his old age, trembling and walking into the mortuary with the support of several disciples.

After a while, the old man frowned and lifted Shi Wentong's pants in front of everyone, and suddenly understood.

"The yang root is purple, swollen and bruised, obviously because the yang supplement is too strong, the deficiency is not replenished, the qi and blood are not balanced, and the heart is in a hurry. Dare to ask Master Shi if he has taken a big tonic recently? ”

When everyone heard this, they all thought it was incredible, so they asked Shi Wentong's family.

After careful investigation, following the clues, even the famous doctor's prescription was turned out.

This case is closed.

Truth.

Master Shi, in the end, he can be blind to death, and he will be safe in the ground.

In the end, the case was handed over to the Ministry of Officials.

The cause of Swonstone's death has not been announced, but inside information has come out.

There is no other reason, the main thing is that it is too funny.

……

After Zheng's recent implementation of a series of "scattered wealth" measures, business is now booming, and retail investors who come to deposit have almost broken through the threshold of the bank, and Erniang is really unable to withdraw from the important business.

The three of Squeak, Pingping, and Lili, who were in charge of visiting the prison, returned, and reported to Erniang that everything was fine at the moment, and even that he was living quite nourishingly.

The household department checked for several days, but it was indeed unable to find the ironclad evidence of Zheng's tax evasion, if there was no accident, when the official documents came down, the lord would be free. As for how to ask for justice and shout grievances afterwards, it is up to the master to decide.

After Erniang dealt with the important affairs at hand, she planned to go to the prison camp to inform the master of this great news.

In addition, when Erniang returned to Zheng's house by car at dusk yesterday, the coachman secretly stuffed a thin wooden pipe for him, saying that it was something that the master entrusted someone to do, and he must deliver it to the master by hand.

She manages the accounts on weekdays, and every month there is a large amount of money withdrawn by Master Zheng himself, the name is "monthly money", Zheng Erniang guessed that Zheng Xiu may have secretly raised a group of idlers, but Erniang has not asked.

Now that I look at it, it really is.

Another important thing is that Erniang followed Zheng Xiu's instructions to check a small village called "Baili Village". This matter has a little eyebrows at the beginning, and Erniang pondered that she had to send the news to the master.

Erniang put the account book and prepared to leave the Zheng family's bank.

Zheng's taxi waited for a long time and passed on a message.

It is said that there is a strange person in Xiangmanlou, who took a stirrup and sharp meat, and squatted in front of Xiangmanlou to sell.

And since the opening of Xiangmanlou, he has been working in the back kitchen to the current old Dangtouhe cook, I don't know why, I fell in love with the man's knife, and I had to buy it.

When you get into the car, your feet start to run forward quickly.

"Then buy it?"

Erniang's willow eyebrows frowned slightly, wondering in her heart.

How expensive can a knife be? Do you still need her to decide?

"Here's the blame." If the hitchhiker is squeaky, you can recognize this person, it is actually the middle-aged bicycler who was prostituting in heaven and earth that night. I saw the coachman grinning, revealing two rows of neat white teeth: "The subordinates feel strange, the knife seller said that the knife is only borrowed and not sold, and it is not sold for any amount of money, so I have to see the master." ”

Subordinate?

Erniang was stunned for a moment, looked at the back of her feet, pondered for a moment, and recognized that this person was the person who secretly stuffed "things" into her feet at dusk yesterday.

How can there be such a coincidence in the world, Erniang lowered her voice and asked, "Are you?" ”

The feet are getting faster and faster, and the crowds on both sides pass by Erniang, almost into afterimages, but the car is pulled very smoothly.

"Celebrate the thirteenth, the festive celebration, the thirteenth of the first month. Thanks to the lord who did not dislike the villain when he was in trouble, he took a hand. Now with a thick skin, under the hands of the master, begging for a few bites of idle food to eat. ”

Soon, Qing 13 pulled a car and took Erniang, and came to Xiangmanlou.

In front of the incense building, a young man in coarse linen clothes sat by the steps, holding a cloth bag in his hand.

Chef He squatted aside, and bitterly persuaded the young man to sell the knife, as long as it was not excessive, it was easy to say how much money it was.

It seems that Chef He really likes that knife.

Erniang got out of the car and looked at it from a distance.

The young man was estimated to be in his twenties, and his appearance was not outstanding, and it was difficult to recognize the characteristics at a glance in the crowd. What made Erniang the most profound was that the young man had a thick, black plaster on the left side of his face, which was particularly conspicuous.

The young man who sold the knife saw Erniang coming and grinned: "This sister is not the master here, right?" ”

Erniang is also decisive in business, politely speaking, and asks what the price is.

"My knife, only on credit, not for sale!"

Erniang shook her head: "My Zheng family never takes credit." ”

The young man patted the dust on his body and handed the knife that had been tightly covered all morning into the hands of Chef He at will.

"This sister, I didn't say that I wouldn't take the knife money. No more, no less, a full hundred taels of silver. When your lord 'comes back', the boy will come and pick it up himself... Hee-hee. ”

One hundred and twenty-one kitchen knives are considered "sky-high" on the market, but they are nothing in the eyes of Erniang, and when she looked back at Chef He, she happily ran back to the kitchen to try the knife, and Erniang was too lazy to bargain. It's just that when I wanted to find a young man selling knives and asked for a contact method, the young man had already squeezed into the crowd and disappeared.

"Knife man?" Qing 13 leaned under the tree, wiped his sweat with the sweat towel draped over his shoulders, saw this scene, and moved, remembering the rumors that circulated in the streets and alleys many years ago.

Taking advantage of the absence of guests, Qing 13 sat on the ground, rubbed his feet, took out a dry tobacco from the hidden compartment under the car seat, and lit it with a portable fire fold.

Qing 13 swallowed the clouds and spit out the fog, pouted: "This time is different from the past!" In this peaceful world, who still practices these? ”

……

"Strange thing!"

Erniang didn't put this matter at ease, muttered, and ordered someone to pack a few side dishes that the old man loved to eat on weekdays.

This was the original purpose of her detour to Xiangmanlou.

Qing 13 turned out to be the master's person, out of blind trust in Zheng Xiu, Er Niang did not bring other thugs to protect the hospital, and took Qing 13's special car to the prison camp.

All the way to the release, Erniang came to the first-word room, and was about to tell the master all kinds of good news, only to see Zheng Xiu's brows twisted slightly, lying on his back on the Taishi chair, his expression changed slightly.

Erniang looked at Zheng Xiu's face and couldn't bear to disturb, so she stayed quietly outside the prison.

The Organic Jailer brought a stool.

"The ancestors of the Zheng family bless you, old general, if you have a spirit in the sky, you must also bless you, bless Xiu'er this time, you must be safe and secure."

Erniang closed her eyes, silently prayed for Zheng Xiu, and greeted the eighteenth generation of Zheng's ancestors, as well as the old father who sacrificed heroically.