With almost everyone in the yamen having to work overtime, Zhou Ang got off work on time.

Strictly speaking, because it was disbanded on the river embankment, it may be a little earlier to get off work, and Anminfang is obviously closer to the Banzai Fang where he lives now, so he went home a lot earlier than usual.

But this is normal.

Because he is now the most special person in the county Zhu Yamen.

is even more special than Chen Fu, who is currently studying with Du Yi and Du Ziyu.

Although he was involved in many of the actions of the military staff, that is, the official practitioners, he was still a civilian in his own right.

It was agreed at the beginning that he would work half a day in the first place, and if there was a special operation that needed him, he had to participate.

But the usual investigation and solving of cases is actually neither his forte, nor his duty. And just as crucially, he has no one at his disposal.

He doesn't have an informant of his own.

Therefore, when he assigned errands on the river embankment, Gao Jing ordered everyone, but he did not assign errands to him.

Of course, Zhou Ang understood the meaning of Gao Jing's last words.

The day after tomorrow, when he is resting, he wants to bring the entire yamen to help him move, which means that the top requires three days to solve the case, we don't need three days, we have to investigate this case before the sun goes down tomorrow and everyone starts to rest!

Therefore, Zhou Ang discovered for the first time that although Gao Jing usually looks calm and calm, with a graceful bearing, his temper is actually not small.

It's just that his identity is there, so many times, for the sake of the majesty of being a superior person, or his own cultivation, in short, he will not show it easily.

............

When Zhou Ang returned home, he unexpectedly found that there was a light in his study and bedroom.

Although I got off work a little early today, the sunset has not yet fallen, and the sky is already dusk.

But in addition to Zhou Ang himself, the Zhou family, whether it is his mother Zhou Cai's family or his younger sister Zhou Zihe, they do not have the habit of lighting the lamp at this time.

When he walked through the kitchen, Zhou Ang found that his mother was still burning the fire, obviously the dinner was made by pinching the point when he got home from work, and it was not good yet.

He didn't say hello, and walked straight into the hall.

The door of his bedroom was open, and Zhou Zihe was sitting in his seat, leaning forward slightly, holding a brush in his hand, and writing something on the paper one by one.

Zhou Ang couldn't help but laugh slightly.

It's no wonder that lately, I always feel as if there are a few pieces of paper missing.

The case has been solved.

"Your back should be straight, and you can't lie forward like this. ”

"Huh?"

The sudden sound startled the little girl Zhou Zihe, her first reaction was to pull off the paper on the table and hide behind her, the second reaction was to turn around, glanced at Zhou Ang, and then made a gesture to push away the chair and stand up - "Sit down!

Zhou Zihe stuck out his tongue, a little embarrassed.

But soon, she still said: "Brother, I know you said you wouldn't let me rummage through your things, but ...... You are the only one in our family who is suitable for writing. Mother said...... She said that we don't have to do the laundry now, and I'm idle anyway, so let me pick up the words and practice. I ......"

Zhou Ang smiled, shook his head all the way in, pressed her shoulder, asked her to sit down on the chair again, took the brush from her hand, looked at the nib, helped her lick some more ink, corrected the nib, handed it to her, and said: "When writing, the back should be straight, once the body lies forward, the arms will be forced, especially the elbows, which is not a good habit." So, keep your back straight, don't let your arms, especially your right arm, feel the strength of your wrist to write...... Try it! Write a few and see. ”

Zhou Zihe was still a little embarrassed and blushed.

"I'll see how you write. Zhou Ang said.

So in the end, Zhou Zihe took out the page hidden behind him again, re-laid it out and smoothed it out very embarrassedly, bit his lip, and mustered up the courage to write on the paper I don't know how many "and" words.

Well, her name.

She had already written half a page of the word "and".

In fact, the memory of Zhou Ang that remains in her mind still has the picture of Zhou Zihe teaching her to read when she was very young, that is, when she was about four or five to five or six years old.

At that time, she was too young to really help, and the relationship between brother and sister has always been very good, so every time Zhou Ang came back from school, he would take time out to teach Zhou Zihe to recognize a few words before and after meals, including not a lot of writing training - mainly because paper was too expensive, so it was not much.

If I remember correctly, although the little girl gradually grew up, Zhou Ang became bigger and bigger, the survival pressure of the family increased, and the little girl became more and more able to help, so she gradually abolished the matter of reading and literacy, and began to become an important helper of Zhou Cai's family, but after all, in that short period of two or three years, Zhou Ang taught her two or three words.

In this era, this is already a bit of a cultural foundation.

Especially among women, and further, for girls with family conditions like the Zhou family, she can already be regarded as very educated.

But her handwriting is still crooked.

This is normal.

Over the years, she has just washed clothes, washed clothes, and washed clothes repeatedly, and it is not easy for her to remember what a certain word is pronounced, and even remember the writing order and frame structure that Zhou Ang taught at the beginning.

When she finished writing, Zhou Ang took the pen and said, "Come on, I'll come!"

Zhou Zihe got up and stood up a little disappointed, but saw Zhou Ang pull a new piece of paper, lay it out and press it, and carefully wrote a line of words on the paper: Zhou Zihe and you have to practice more words.

He wrote very seriously, far more seriously than when he copied the "Diamond Sutra" or wrote it to Wei Ci to make a copy, so that he wrote every word squarely, and even completely put aside the kind of upright and elegant writing that he was best at.

Seriously, it's like writing an inscription.

Of course, the current Zhou Zihe can't see these things, she just saw this line of words, understood his meaning, and couldn't help but shine on her face.

After writing, Zhou Ang handed her the pen and said, "We are about to move, there will be your bookcase, pen, ink and paper there, your brother can steal it back from the yamen, you know, it doesn't cost money, but you can use it." So, in the future, write five hundred words a day, and I will check. ”

Zhou Zihe took the brush, his eyes were shining, and he nodded fiercely.

............

Night.

Mother Zhou Caishi and the little girl Zhou Zihe haven't slept yet, and are talking with a lamp in the outer room - Zhou Caishi should be teaching Zhou Zihe to do embroidery work.

In the past, she didn't have the time to teach, and if she had that work, she had to give priority to doing the work, but now, her son can make money, and he earns a lot, and she has no pressure to support her family, and she has time, and she can patiently teach her skills to her daughter little by little.

In her opinion, this is a very important craft for girls.

Even if you probably won't need it for the rest of your life.

Zhou Ang was lying on the bed in the middle of the room, listening to the mother and daughter outside without a word, but his mind was still tumbling about today's daytime case.

The pressure of solving the case in three days is certainly not on him.

But the ferocity of these three cases, and this almost perfect closed loop of the case, in Zhou Ang's view, has always felt that someone seems to be deliberately provoking.

This made Zhou Ang, who was not at the center of the incident, also feel a huge provocation.

And more importantly, there are at least three lives here, very innocent.

It's okay to say that killing people on the street is too bloody to swallow the heart alive, even if the people who saw that scene with their own eyes have been controlled, and there will be brainwashing steps in the future to make them forget and ignore this matter, but the sentence "public opinion is turbulent" in Liu Wei's words of the county secretary is by no means a lie.

In the same way, although the three-day order to solve the case has the intention of deliberately making things difficult, it is absolutely reasonable.

So, could it be that someone is deliberately provoking official practitioners?

If so, who will it be?

It's a big idea.

The point is that the materials and information in hand are too limited.

If you want to go down, more information gathering is extremely crucial, but you don't have any informants under your own hands, or other reliable sources.

Can only wait.

Lying on the bed and thinking for a long time, he didn't get anything, but he felt that his body was very hot, Zhou Ang shook his head, turned over and sat up, subconsciously reached into his arms, and felt the two things in his arms.

A small bronze mirror and a small bamboo plaque.

These are the only two objects that Shanmen has left for himself—they can prove that he did not have a big dream during those thirty-six days.

Bamboo brand is warm. It is said to be a bamboo brand, but it is not really like the feel of bamboo, and the material is difficult to distinguish.

The bronze mirror is slightly cool.

The pattern at the handle is dense and complex.

Holding them in your hand and rubbing them, you will subconsciously have many memories back in your mind, which makes people feel a little sad unconsciously.

In the end, Zhou Ang's gaze still fell on the bronze mirror.

Recently, he often holds this small bronze mirror and plays with it repeatedly.

After all, this was left by the master to himself, and it is said that he has carried it close to him for many years.

In Zhou Ang's opinion, Master's skills can allow him to carry things close to him for many years, even if they are not treasures, they should be contaminated with a lot of fairy energy, right?

But after playing with it for many days, he never noticed anything strange about this little mirror.

"Maybe one step away from dripping blood to confess the Lord?"

Zhou Ang occasionally flashed such a thought in his heart, and then couldn't help laughing.

This is definitely a legacy of the Internet that I have seen a lot in my previous life.

But he still planned that when he was injured one day, there would be blood coming out anyway, and he would try it when the time came—when he didn't try it in vain.

Thinking like this in his head, Zhou Ang couldn't help but smile like a self-deprecating smile again, and then put everything under the pillow.

The weather is indescribably hot, and the mood is a little unspeakably boring.

But it's still time to sleep.

But he had just laid down, and his mind couldn't stop for a while, when he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door, and then a voice came: "Dare to ask, but Zhou Guanren's mansion?"

Zhou Ang was stunned for a moment, and immediately put on his clothes.

Seeing that his mother and little sister were a little surprised, Zhou Ang whispered a word of reassurance, then opened the door of the hall and went out, opened the door in the past, and under the eyes of the night vision, he saw that outside the door was the servant of Gao Jing's family, Zhou Ang couldn't help but be stunned, "Why are you here?"

The servant was giving a salute, and when he heard the words, he said: "The little servant Gao servant has seen the officials of Zhou." On the orders of my master, I have come to invite Zhou Guanren. My master said that he had collected some information, so please hurry to the yamen. ”

Zhou Ang said without hesitation: "Okay!"

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