The county magistrate has no time to save the world

Chapter 102
Snow once again filled the capital.

When Zheng Nian got up and moved his body in the morning, he was greeted by snowballs rushing towards his face.

Since servants from the temple swept the road away, a large number of younger brothers and sisters got up early to build snowmen and have snowball fights.

Because Chen Xuan'er wanted to practice swordsmanship, she started practicing with Zhao Yishan in the backyard before dawn. At this time, she was about to finish and walked back with Grandma Huang.

The two bid farewell with a smile, Chen Xuan'er went in to wash up, and only Zheng Nian and Grandma Huang were left outside.

"Grandma, how is it?" Zheng Nian asked.

"I thought you were doing this to Xichun because you felt guilty, but now it seems that you really have your reasons." Grandma Huang said, "Her legs are not broken or injured, but she has been moistened with medicine all year round, and then sealed. It lives in the acupoints, so it has the current appearance."

Zheng Nian squatted on the ground, thinking about Zheng Xichun.

"Do you think Zheng Xichun has...another identity?" Grandma Huang asked.

Zheng Nian shook his head, "I don't think there is anything wrong with her, I just think something is wrong with her."

Recalling the first time I saw Zheng Xichun, Zheng Nian was naturally very strange to her, but when she said her name, it seemed to be a matter of course, and she didn't feel surprised.

This made Zheng Nian a little strange.

Judging from what she said to Zheng Nian afterwards, the two were at least very familiar with each other. Zheng Qiang personally broke her leg before introducing himself?

Is it reasonable?
incompatible.

That's why Zheng Nian wanted to investigate this matter.

Now it seems that Zheng Xichun's affairs are not simple.

After thanking Grandma Huang, Zheng Nian went to the front yard to see his mother.

Mom is researching new dishes, and she seems to be obsessed with cooking recently, discussing cooking skills with Chen Xuaner, communicating with neighbors, and even discussing with the new chefs.

"A Nian, come and try this." Mom brought out a plate of green meat.

Zheng Nian's heart skipped a beat, and he saw his younger brother who was helping him, and brought him over, "You don't want to eat mom's food?"

The nine-year-old brother was sweating profusely, looked at Zheng Nian tremblingly, then looked at the dish on the table, cried out loudly, and then ran away.

Zheng Nian pointed to the dishes on the table and asked, "Mom, tell me carefully... what is this?"

"Fried frog meat." My mother brought out another bowl of red, green and blue liquid of unknown origin, "This is frog juice, try it."

"I..." Zheng Nian looked at his mother and said with an idea, "Mom, I want to go back to the house where my father left me."

"Go, I just took Xichun to a nearby medical clinic to see if her condition is better. We'll go together after you have eaten." Mom had already untied her apron.

"I'll go and tell Xuan'er to prepare..."

"No need." Mom grabbed Zheng Nian who was about to go out, "Try my food, it's not like you didn't eat."

Zheng Nian looked at the dish.

The dish looked at Zheng Nian.

Zheng Nian picked up the chopsticks.

The facial features squeezed together, and after eating, it felt like a bomb exploded on the tip of the tongue, and the hot taste spread all over the body. Zheng Nian immediately grabbed the frog juice next to him and took a big gulp.

Ok?
Take another sip.

Ok?
Take another sip.

A string of songs played in his head.

You love me, I love you, Mixue Bingcheng is sweet.

The carriage was ready, my old lady and Zheng Xichun were supported by two coachmen on the carriage, Chen Xuaner and Zheng Nian walked out together, and asked in a low voice, "What are you going to do with yesterday's case?"

"Investigate slowly, what's the rush?" Zheng Nian said, "It's impossible to go directly to Tiangang Mansion to find monsters now, right? We can only investigate first, and then go to the next step when we have clues."

Zheng Nian was also anxious, but there was really no progress.

The clues to the headless case have also come to a standstill, and the whereabouts of Zhang Lie, the son of Zhang Shilang from the Ministry of Industry, is also being investigated, and it is estimated that there will be results soon.The only thing Zheng Nian could do during this period was to wait.

The four people in the car talked and laughed, and arrived near the old house all the way.

The door was closed tightly.

Pushing open the door of the house, there was a chill in the courtyard, the courtyard was covered with snow, and a sycamore tree had withered.

Several servants brought a lot of things, and my mother felt distressed and didn't want these boys to take more things, so she also carried a bunch of things and got off the car. Zheng Nian hurried up to pick them up, "What are these?"

"I have to tidy up the yard every year for the things that have been replaced. Today just happened to come, so I came to change the sundries. Some old ones can't be used, so I will also eliminate them. I can't let your father go away. , and use old things.”

With calm eyes, my mother asked a few servants to put up Spring Festival couplets, and brought Zheng Nian and the others into the room.

The courtyard was quite big, and the three of them passed the plane tree and entered the main hall.

Although there is some dust, it is harmless, everything is new, including the decent desk on the other side, the rice paper on it is very high-quality paper, and the ink table is even better than the one I have in the Chang'an County Yamen.

There are three paintings posted on the wall, very weird.

The first painting is thunderclouds billowing in the sky, a baby above the temple, and there is still time for signing, the first day of the first lunar month.

The second painting has a large number of people, all of whom are officials, and the one in the middle is actually a monster, wearing a golden crown, who was stabbed into the throat by a knight's sword.

The third painting is the chivalrous man kneeling on the top of the mountain just now, as if paying homage to someone.The executioner standing behind him had his long knife covered in blood.

The next two paintings are undated and unsigned.

Zheng Nian looked surprised in his heart.

"This is all drawn by your father. He said he was ordered to do it. I don't know what it is." Mom walked over and pointed to the public case in front of her. Knitting here or reading with him."

The greatest meaning of life is to miss those past events and past people.

Zheng Nian nodded, walked to the public case, and sat down.

There are some anthologies in the left hand, and pens, inks, papers and inkstones in the right hand. The things are very old, and the dust shows that this place has been idle for a long time, and a puff of astringent dust flies freely.

"Those are all the books and documents your father liked before he was alive, and some things he modified before he left. I don't understand, so I don't care."

The old lady came around and took out a few cups very skillfully to rinse.

Chen Xuan'er came over and said softly, "Seeing things and thinking about others is the most torture, don't be sad, father must be very pleased to see you now."

"Father has been away for 15 years." Zheng Nian said, "My memory of him is very vague, I just remember that he seemed to love to laugh."

The two left the room, Chen Xuan'er accompanied the old lady to boil water, make tea, and do some casual work, while Zheng Nian went to his own room.

Even here, he didn't have the slightest impression at all.

Pushing open the door, Zheng Xichun was inside.

She was holding a book, and when she saw Zheng Nian coming in, she smiled and said, "Brother."

Zheng Nian sized her up and said with a smirk, "I'm going to be 13 soon, and I'm going to be a big girl."

Zheng Xichun lowered his head, seemed a little sad, and said indifferently, "I heard that when my mother brought me back, it was also a winter, and brother Zheng Nanbei was there at that time."

"It's all in this yard?" Zheng Nian asked.

"No, they are all in the Temple of Good and Evil. We don't come here often." Zheng Xichun said.

"But you know how to enter this room through the side door." Zheng Nian calmly walked to the desk.

Zheng Xichun's figure visibly trembled, "Brother...what did you say?"

"When I came in, there were no footprints at the door." Zheng Nian pointed.

There is only a series of footprints where the door is covered with dust.

"If there is no side door here, then your qinggong must be very good." Zheng Nian lowered his head, took out a book, and flipped through three pages.

PA!

The book in Zheng Xichun's hand fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)