No matter what, Shi Cong didn't let Yang Zimou go to meet the head of the Shi family, and in the end, he didn't even give the county respect's face, said goodbye, walked straight away, and closed the small door next to the closed door.

was so angry that Yang Zimou wanted to drink the order to get out of the way, and called the arrester to forcibly break in, but this is obviously impossible, the Shi family is the home of the official eunuch, if there is no court decree, or conclusive evidence, let the official break into the door, the Shi family will be in great trouble.

This is a greater taboo than inviting Yang Zimou in and then driving out the door.

"It seems that there is something wrong with this historian. ”

Chi Zheng smiled instead, "Yang Xianzun has heard a word? Be a thief with a weak heart, have a ghost in your heart, don't make a self-confession, want to cover up, be suspicious, and have no silver three hundred taels here......"

Yang Zimou was stunned and said, "Does the immortal chief mean that there is a big problem with this historian?" Yes, if you are not a thief, why don't you talk about it?"

"Well, it's strange to say, it stands to reason that it was the son of the steward who died, and his master didn't care about it, why didn't even he, the father, care if his son died unjustly? Is it really so ruthless?"

Chi Zheng wondered.

"This ......"

Yang Zimou thought for a moment and looked at Song Zhutou.

Song Zhutou understood the meaning and nodded, "Immortal Chief, I figured it out, I'm afraid this matter has something to do with the Shi family." ”

"What do you mean by that?"

Chi Zheng asked.

"Immortal Chief, that steward Shi is the slave of the Shi family, a slave for one day, a slave for generations, as long as the Shi family does not cancel the deed of sale, his son is also a slave, even if he is dead, as long as the Shi family says that he will not pursue it, no matter how much the Shi steward wants to pursue it, it is impossible and dare not pursue it. ”

Song Zhutou said: "It's reasonable to think about it this way, I was thinking about why Steward Shi was unwilling to pursue it, this is not in line with common sense, even if he doesn't want to see his son, how can he still hinder the investigation of the real murderer? It must be the Shi family who gave the order to shut him up." ”

"Then the problem of the historian is even greater. ”

Chi Zheng looked at the door, "But the head of this Shi family is not even allowed to see him, how can the truth be ascertained?"

"Immortal Chief, you can discuss with the Xiahai gentry and force the master of the Shi family to come out. ”

Although Yang Zimou was so angry, he was not helpless.

Song Zhutou also suggested: "Then the historian will inevitably send someone out to buy rice and vegetables, and buy weekday expenses, as long as he dares to come out, he will definitely not be able to buy a grain of rice, depending on how good his historian is." ”

Song Zhutou's suggestion is absolutely absolute, I would rather offend the county order than offend the villain, the historian may have reserved food, but it is impossible to reserve all other expenses on weekdays, and hundreds of people in a mansion eat and wear, you can't eat chestnut rice every day, right?

"There's no need to be so troublesome," Chi Zheng muttered, "If this kind of disturbs the historian, even if there are any clues, they may be cut off." ”

"What does the immortal mean?"

Song Zhutou asked tentatively.

"Tonight, the poor Dao will visit the historian at night," Chi Zheng looked at Song Zhutou, "Song Zhutou, don't rest tonight, wait for the news of the poor Dao." ”

Is this going to be a snitch?

If this is a different time and place, I'm afraid that Song Zhutou will be angry and take down the person who spoke, but now, Song Zhutou Quan didn't hear it, what the Immortal Chief was going to do, was that the snitch?

"What, Song Zhutou wants to go with Poor Dao?"

Chi Zheng saw that Song Zhutou was stunned and didn't react, and thought that he wanted to go with him.

"No, Immortal Chief, the villain's legs and feet are not very sharp, I'm afraid that I will delay the Immortal Chief's big event," Song Zhutou remembered those weird corpses last night, and said solemnly, "It's better for the villain to ambush the neighborhood with the trappers, and if there is anything wrong, rush in immediately." ”

"Then it's bothering Song to catch his head. ”

Since the Shi family didn't even receive the county respect, everyone had to go home, Yang Zimou tried his best to please Chi Zheng, but Chi Zheng didn't want to entertain, so he found an excuse to go back to the inn.

The shopkeeper of the inn, who had been frightened all night, couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw Chi Zheng coming back intact, and Song Zhutou, who was following him, was still accompanied by a small servant.

"Guest officer, you ......"

The shopkeeper saw that Chi Zheng was dressed in a robe.

"Shopkeeper, the poor road is polite," Chi Zheng said, "Walking the world, sometimes the monk's attire will be inconvenient, please forgive me." ”

"Don't dare, don't dare, do you want breakfast?"

Where does the shopkeeper dare to blame, as long as it has nothing to do with him, no matter what Chi Zheng wants, besides, Song Zhutou is still following.

"No need, Poor Dao has already had breakfast, are my mules and ducks all right?"

"It's okay, it's okay, it's all well taken care of. ”

Hearing this, Chi Zheng nodded, turned around and said, "Song Zhutou, you go back first, and talk about it in the evening." ”

Song Zhutou clenched his fists: "Immortal Chief, the villain has left first, and I will leave one person here, but there is something important, even if I tell him." ”

"Song Zhutou has a heart. ”

Chi Zheng didn't say more, first went to see the "grapes" and "Donald Duck", the "grapes" did eat very well, and when he saw him coming, he bowed his head affectionately.

And "Donald Duck" was also very cheerful, lying in the grass and squinting his eyes, and when he saw Chi Zheng, he got up again and pouted his buttocks.

Looking at the duck's movements, Chi Zheng knew what it wanted to do, kicked it over, and immediately kicked the "Donald Duck" who wanted to poop into the grass.

"Does this duck have a grudge against me, why do you at me every time?"

Chi Zheng was depressed, and suddenly a child's voice sounded, "Duck Duck is so cute, why are you kicking it?"

It turned out that the girl I had seen last night came out with a look of indignation.

As she spoke, she went into the shed, picked up the dazed "Donald Duck", and touched its head: "What a cute duck duck." ”

"Poof. ”

A piece of sprayed directly on the girl's body, and looking at the girl's stiff face, "Donald Duck" jumped out of his arms proudly.

Looking at the "Donald Duck" who swayed away, the girl froze.

Chi Zheng sighed, touched the child's head, and comforted: "Don't be sad, the cute duck is like this, if you like it, you have to accept its flaws, if because of a little flaw, you become disgusted by love, then do you really love it?"

The sad girl perked up at once, "Sir, I understand." ”

Seeing that the girl was no longer sad and sad, Chi Zheng nodded with relief: "It's good that you understand, by the way, you really stink." ”

After speaking, Chi Zheng withdrew his palm and walked towards his courtyard door, and after only a few steps, he heard the crying of the girl behind him, and couldn't help but wonder, wasn't he comforted just now? Why did he cry again? The child's mind changed too quickly, right? Turning his face was as fast as turning a book.

He went back to his room, put down the package, didn't want to take a shower anymore, and lay on the bed pinching his tired thighs.