In April, it is warm and humid, the wind blows the Buddha, and the willow branches and flowers are full of fragrant flowers.

Yeats wore a clean calico collared gown, covered with a purple head of the same color, and hurried away with a gift bag.

The sun is shining, and the streets are lined with teahouses, taverns, pawnshops, and workshops, and there are small vendors with large umbrellas in the open space. The streets stretch to the east and west, and there are constant pedestrians: some carry burdens and hurry, some drive ox carts to deliver goods, and some drive donkeys to pull wagons, bustling and noisy.

"Get out of the way...... Get out of the way ......"

"Get out of the way...... Get out of the way ......"

Yeats almost fell under the onslaught of the crowd, but he stabilized his body and quickly avoided it to the side to see what happened.

Dozens of steps away, the crowd was crowded, shouting, panicking, and consciously gave way when they saw that the yacha had arrived.

"Where are the dead?" Teng Chong held his waist with a big knife, looking for the main matter, and his face was in danger.

Hearing the dead, Yeats unconsciously squeezed into the crowd.

The small owner of the restaurant was already paralyzed at the door in fright, and when he saw Teng Zhutou crawling up and hiding behind him, he shivered towards his swill bucket and pointed over: "Just ...... It's ...... That ......"

On an April day, the temperature rises, and a man's corpse is curled up in a large swill bucket with a sour face, his face floating in the dirty and swishing swill, and his bloody head facing broad daylight.

The onlookers were obviously scared to death, but they couldn't resist their curiosity, and even interjected: "It must be for money and murder." ”

"Yes, the boss killed people for the glutton's money......"

……

After making money and killing people, he dared to dump the corpse as swill, even if the little boss was crazy! Yeats's listeners chattered and quietly gathered around the swill bucket.

"What's going on?" Teng Zhutou turned his head, and looked like you killed someone.

The little boss was so frightened that he peed his pants directly, and his hands were swinging straight, "Teng Zhutou, it's not me, it's really not me......"

Someone died early in the morning, Teng Chong was very impatient: "Tie him up for me." ”

"Little ...... Small injustices...... I really don't know what's going on with the little one. The little boss was so frightened that he kowtowed, and his head was bleeding.

The young man hurriedly pestled to Teng Chong: "Go back...... Back to Teng Zhutou, my boss and I opened the door as usual, washed the pots and wipes the stove, sorted out the tables and stools, and when it was almost time, and the swill arrived, we carried the swill out and poured it to them, so ...... I thought that as soon as the lid was opened, a dead man would come out......"

It's unlucky!

Teng Chong covered his nose while asking his subordinates to turn the deceased over, and before he could take a closer look, someone exclaimed, "Okay...... It seems to be a carpenter in the back alley......"

Someone immediately chimed in, "What a carpenter......

Teng Chong also recognized the deceased, who was the resident of the neighborhood he managed, and he also knew something, and he was an honest man with good skills.

If you have craftsmanship and honesty, how can you be killed?

Who killed it, and why did it appear in the swill bucket of the small restaurant?

In front of everyone's eyes, Teng Chong took care of his face and forcibly tried to vomit, but the two little catchers who turned over the corpse just now almost didn't have the strength, squatted to the side, and vomited, causing some people in the crowd to vomit.

The scene got out of hand for a moment.

For the sake of face, and in order to stabilize people's hearts, Teng Chong covered his nose again and leaned in front of the swill bucket, although the body was soaked in sour and smelly swill, after all, there was only half a bucket, and the person was not completely submerged, and the upper body was on the swill, which looked very fresh, and the head looked like a fatal wound, and the blood stains were distinct.

He turned around and asked, "Did you call it a job?" ”

The two little catchers who vomited just now were full of smell: "Not so fast." ”

Also.

Teng Chong was helpless, "Hurry up and report it." While asking people to clean up the body evidence, he also asked people to tie up the restaurant owner and his buddies, and prepared to bring them into Dali Temple together.

Suddenly, someone came up to him.

Teng Chong was just about to get angry, but he saw that the other party was a delicate and weak scholar, and unconsciously relaxed his attitude: "What's the matter?" ”

Yeats glanced at the corpse in the bucket of swill, and quietly glanced at Teng.

In an instant, Teng Chong's goosebumps rose, didn't this weak scholar have a 'broken sleeve wind', why is this look so amorous!

His whole person was not good, and he said in a rough voice: "If there is a fart, let it go!" "Lao Tzu is not familiar with you.

Belch...... For a moment, Yeats really didn't want to meddle in his affairs, as if he couldn't get rid of his conscience...... Well, probably a matter of habit.

She spoke: "This is the scene of the crime, the murder weapon...... The traces of the fight ......" remind the past one by one.

Not only is the mother not afraid, but she also understands criminality?

Teng Chong's brain was hot, and he opened his mouth and asked, "Can you find the murder weapon here?" He was going to take the restaurant owner and his men back for interrogation, and pry the whereabouts of the murder weapon from their mouths.

How do you know you can't find it if you don't look for it? Yeats almost roared, how did you become a head catcher.

Yeats really wronged Teng's head.

In feudal society, the main function of the head catcher was that whenever there was an emergency, such as theft or robbers, the head catcher would be ordered to take the official to suppress the prisoner.

As for the investigation? It's really not that good, that's the business of Dali Temple, he's just catching heads, and he can't manage it so widely.

The sun is slowly rising, and the heat is blowing.

Teng Chong was impatient again, and was about to wave his hand to tell his mother what to do.

Yeats couldn't see his attitude, and sighed helplessly, "Why don't you go in and look for it, maybe you will find it?" As he spoke, he lifted his feet and went to the restaurant.

Why did you go in? Teng Chong subconsciously followed Yeats into the small restaurant, from the main hall to the back kitchen, and from the back kitchen to the firewood room, the messy firewood, the falling walls, and the blood sprayed everywhere.

The owner of the restaurant and the boy yelled, "We haven't come in here yet......"

Teng Chong scolded: "Do you want Lao Tzu to give you time to destroy the corpse?" ”

"It's not...... It's not ......" The two were so frightened that they were incoherent.

It's a lot of fun.

Yeats smiled to himself, came out after three laps between the firewood, walked to the corner of the backyard where the swill bucket was kept, searched again, and found a woodcutter from the pile of slaughtered chickens and ducks.

"That's it." She said to Teng Chong.

"......" Teng Chong was stunned, the prisoner has not yet been tried, so the murder weapon has been found?

Yeats walked twice along the dirty backyard wall, and finally stopped, looking at a crooked-necked elm tree outside the wall, motionless.

Teng Chong's surprised mouth just now didn't have time to close, and he heard that the weak scholar seemed to be reading a book from heaven.

"The killer male, between twenty and thirty years old, medium in stature, not thin or fat, knows the shop on the left, may be a friend or a relative,"

"Ah......" The crowd who followed up exclaimed, and they all looked at one of the middle-aged men, "Shopkeeper Li......"

Shopkeeper Li jumped to his feet angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about, don't talk about it......"

Yeats withdrew his gaze from the elm tree, pointed to a man beside him, and said, "Teng catches the head, just him." ”

Before people could reflect it, the young man who was watching the bustle next to Shopkeeper Li suddenly started and jumped, and was about to run over the back wall and escape.

Yeats didn't doubt how Teng Catcher climbed to the position of Catcher, and just as the murderer was fleeing quickly, he also moved like a rabbit, raising his scabbard and hitting the murderer's kneecap.

"Bang" snorted briefly, the murderer fell, Teng Catcher clamped him with a backhand, and the catcher behind him followed to restrain him, and the murderer couldn't move anymore.

Yeats exhaled softly.

His gaze is short with that of the murderer, like a poisonous snake spitting out its core.

The murderer's high head was flattened and lowered by Teng Zhu's head with a scabbard, "Mother, where did you come from, why doesn't Lao Tzu know you?" ”

The murderer did not reply at all.

Yeats looked at Shopkeeper Lee.

He was so frightened that he crawled to Teng Zhutou, "He's here to be a thing, I drank a little wine with the little one last night, the little one was drunk, the little one doesn't know anything, really, I don't know anything." ”

"It's all tied up with Lao Tzu."

Teng ordered the arrest of the prisoners and the escort of the relevant personnel, and Yeats quietly walked out of the crowd, tidied up his clothes, and smiled.

The son of a poor family is also a scholar.

"God, is it a great god to catch the murderer after a few glances?"

"I guess it's the great god who has ...... on it"

……

Behind him, there was a lot of chatter, and Yeats disappeared from the sight of the curious crowd in a few moments.

God, really God! She talked about the four beauties of the society, and the good young people actually wore them to the dynasties that did not exist in history, maybe it was not history, it was a normal space, but no matter what, she became an ancient person wearing a long gown.

This ancient man came from a poor and backward town in Jiangzhou, brought his hometown specialties to the prosperous capital, and sought a way to survive with the tokens of the people who had been saved by Ye's father.

Today is a good day to celebrate, the princess's mansion, early in the morning began to be busy, the princess attached to the horse is from the front of the palace deputy commander envoy (is the fourth product) transferred to the Dali Temple to serve as the son of Shaoqing (from the third product) to celebrate.

"What about Ziqian, why haven't you seen anyone?"

I didn't see my son come over early in the morning to ask for peace, Princess Ning'an felt strange and asked the next person.

The attached horse master on the side smiled: "I guess I went out to run a horse." ”

At a young age, he was promoted to Shaoqing from Sanpin Dali Temple, how could he not ride a horse and gallop around life.

"This kid!" Although Princess Ning'an was dissatisfied, she exuded the pride and glory of being a mother.

The husband and wife were full of joy, and their parents were short around today's banquet.

The mother-in-law at the door had something to do, and the big girl led the person to the attached horse.

"What?" Attached horse asked.

The mother-in-law looked cautiously at the princess.

Ning An knew what was wrong at a glance, and his festive face turned cold at the moment.

As soon as he saw that he was not good, he reprimanded: "It's okay to retreat." ”

"Yes...... mother-in-law looked at Ma Ye as she retreated.

Fu Ma Ye stubbornly asked, "What the hell is going on?" ”

"Back to ...... Attached to Ma Ye, a son who claims to be your life-saving benefactor came from outside the door and asked to see him? ”

It turned out that it wasn't the bad things that happened to the Pei family, and the attached horse master immediately smiled at the princess's wife, "Your father-in-law's life-saving benefactor......"

Princess Ning'an sneered, "So many life-saving benefactors? "If it weren't for today's celebration, I would have thrown my sleeves and left a long time ago.

Attached to the horse master immediately asked the mother-in-law: "What is it called?" ”

"Attached to Ma Ye, he said that his surname is Ye, his father's name is Ye Dahe, and his name is Yeats."

Fu Ma Ye thought for a while before saying, "Oh, it turned out to be the life-saving benefactor when he returned to his hometown last autumn to worship his ancestors and encountered robbers." ”

The princess looked much better when the man said this, and said, "Give me some money and send the man away." ”

The mother-in-law looked at the princess and her husband and wife, and did not leave.

Fu Ma Ye frowned, "Didn't you hear what the princess said?" ”

The mother-in-law replied with a trembling twist: "The surname Ye said that he would personally return the token that Ma Ye gave to his father." ”

Then ask for more than silver.

The princess and the horse glanced at each other.