Dongli drinks wine after dusk

Chapter 191
Of course, staring at Mazi Dou is the most stupid way, because the premise that the murderer will look for him is true as they guessed. After exhausting the three tricks, the young man who was already seriously ill is already terminally ill. Ineffective, life is not long.

As long as he can hold on, maybe the murderer still thinks that Mazi Dou's method of cheating has worked, so naturally he won't bother him.

Therefore, the most reliable thing is to find the commonality of the victims. Otherwise, if the murderer stops here, the lawsuit over the nine lives will be lost forever. No matter how much trouble Prince Ren Ping makes, there will be no result.

Jiang Wenyuan entered the Ministry of Criminal Justice against the rain, and met the Zhao family brothers first. The three of them agreed that it was the easiest way to find a seriously ill young man born in the same year, the same month, and the same day, and they could try it.

The household registration in the capital is not bad, but the premise is that the seriously ill young man must be free and a local.

Servants do not have household registration, but only body deeds. Although there are government records, they do not register the date of birth of each servant in detail. Although it is convenient for non-locals to come to Beijing, the road guide is only used when entering and exiting city gates and other checkpoints. They will not go to the local government to register.

That is to say, the government in the place where he was born knows the person's household registration information, but the place where he moved in will not deliberately re-register.

Mr. Zha still wanted to investigate, so Zhao Dongzhuo took over the difficult task of dealing with the Jingzhao Mansion.The capital has nearly [-] residents, and there are more than [-] registered males. It is definitely a huge project.

If the records are strictly followed in the order of household registration, it will be easy to find the records of the month of Jimao in the year of Yichou. The number of people born in a day is only a dozen or so.

Considering the high probability of infant death, most families register boys only when the child is old enough to be sure that they can stand up.

Just be afraid, Jingzhao Mansion's paper recorders are lazy, the records are messy and haven't been sorted out for many years, so some people should check them.

Fortunately, Zhao Dongzhang had nothing else but a lot of money. Jingzhao Mansion's clerk's monthly salary was only one or two taels of silver.
The afternoon rain did not mean to stop at all. Jiang Jiuying woke up from a nap. The three masters and servants gathered around the fire, honeysuckle was embroidering purses, bellflowers were peeling small walnuts, and Jiang Jiuying was in charge of drinking tea and eating snacks.

Both leisurely and boring.For embroidering wedding dresses, Ning knew how much her daughter was worth, so she specially bought two embroiderers from Ren Yazi and came back to help her embroider, causing her to stay in the boudoir and have nothing to do.

The rain outside is really not too heavy, it feels a bit like the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, why don't you go to Uncle Wu's place to listen to music?
I heard that Uncle Wu is almost recovering from his illness, so she should visit her as a niece.

Let the platycodon root take some warming things, hold the oil-paper umbrella, and go to Uncle Wu's yard.

Sure enough, Uncle Wu will enjoy it. Look at the incense burning and the wine drinking. Uncle Wu is wearing a loose coat with big sleeves and a layer of makeup, which is quite a Wei-Jin style.

Although the Wei and Jin period was a dark time for the Han people, even the history books of later generations are reluctant to say a few words, but the style of writing is indeed considered a small top class, perhaps because they are all living in precarious times, and they are more open-minded. .

The fifth uncle is sought after by people today, partly because he has the uninhibited and free and easy style of a scholar in his bones.

"Ying'er is here, come and sit down." Jiang Chengfu saw the little girl coming, pulled her to sit on the floor, and handed her a glass of freshly warmed plum wine.

Uncle Wu was blowing the Xun at this time, and the simple and heavy rhythm reverberated in the house, supplemented by today's smoke and rain, it was easy to let the listener relax physically and mentally.

At the end of the song, the lingering sound lingers on the beam, with endless aftertaste.

"Uncle Wu, my niece is relieved to see your recovery."

"Ying'er is here. It's just some minor ailment. After taking care of it for so long, my body is almost moldy." Uncle Wu smiled gently. The three uncles and nephews tasted wine and chatted happily. The afternoon was very happy.

The green plum wine seemed sweet, but it was the real thing. Jiang Jiuying didn't dare to drink too much. He only drank two glasses, and most of the rest went into Uncle Wu's stomach.

He had been immersed in wine for many years, until he was slightly tipsy. Because Jiang Chengfu had just recovered from a serious illness, Jiang Chengfu refused to let him drink any more, so he changed to tea, served cold dishes, and continued to chat.

"Fifth Uncle, then Su Niang, is Fifth Uncle good?" Jiang Chengfu wanted to ask this question in his heart for a long time.He didn't notice it the first time, and if he couldn't see it the second time, he was blind.

"Oh? Uncle Wu is away, do you have a confidante?" Even Jiang Jiuying seemed to be gossiping.

Jiang Wensheng also didn't feel that it was shameful for him to fall in love with a lowly woman. Seeing that they were interested, he talked about these old things in front of the juniors:
Jiang Wensheng lost his mother since he was a child, and was raised by his aunt, who treated him like his own. He naturally got close to his aunt and was grateful to his aunt, but every motherless child has natural illusions about his mother. Want to know what kind of person is the woman who gave him life.

This is not a secret in Jiang's house. Jiang Wensheng's mother is a thin Yangzhou horse. She was fed secret medicine when she was brought up, which kept her in shape, but it made it difficult for her to conceive. After giving birth to her son, she bled profusely up.

Knowing that his own mother was a lowly woman, Jiang Wensheng instinctively sympathized with the lowly woman, which also caused him to treat Su Niang with courtesy after meeting her, without looking down on her at all.

The more humble people are, the harder it is to meet someone who truly respects them. Jiang Wensheng's uniqueness also falls into Su Niang's eyes.

After going back and forth, Su Niang and Jiang Wensheng became closer and closer, but they never pierced the window paper.

Even if the Jiang family has no snobbish views on family status, even if they don't have too much snobbish family background, they definitely won't tolerate a decent young master marrying a lowly family as his wife.

There are rules for etiquette, good and bad do not marry.

Jiang Wensheng is very aware of this, so he has never promised to redeem Su Niang's body, accept her or something like that, the two talk about friendship on an equal footing, his own mother is already a tragedy in the world, how could he have the heart to create another tragedy for a poor woman Woolen cloth?
"It's been ten years, Chen Zhima rotten millet, and now Su Niang has left the brothel. Although she has not left her citizenship, she can be self-employed after all, and she doesn't have to accompany those stinky men who only want her beauty."

As long as I can find an excuse to meet her from time to time, it will be great. The two are good to each other, so there is no need to stay together.

In this era, love that is not blessed by the elders and accepted by the world is not without success, but no one knows who will be hurt by the thorns on the road.

After walking along the way, people's hearts are changeable, and how many people can still love each other as before?
Jiang Wensheng felt that he was sober in the world.

(End of this chapter)