Chapter 194 surfaced
Li Andong's house.

Jiang Jiuying had a long memory this time, and the boots she wore were covered with a layer of oil paper to prevent the sewage from soaking through.The dirt road in Nancheng has completely turned into a quagmire after being watered by rain all day. It's really one step at a time.

Li Andong's old lady sat alone on the threshold, struggling to rub and beat some clothes in a wooden basin several times her size.Her son was gone, and life had to go on. She didn't have the capital to lie in bed and pretend to be dead.

Seeing someone parked in front of her house, she looked up suspiciously.

Jiang Wenyuan asked: "But Li Andong's family?"

"Exactly, I don't know what to do?" The old woman's eyes were vigilant, her son was doing evil outside, and after his death, it wasn't that there were no bitter masters who came to seek revenge and robbed the rice bags at home.

Not wearing an official uniform on purpose, Jiang Wenyuan explained patiently: "Don't be afraid, we are not bad people, we are here to investigate the case."

The family is poor and poor, so she is not afraid that someone will lie to her, but when she heard that they came to investigate the case, she couldn't help sighing: "It's good that the evil is dead, why bother to investigate?" The neighbors said that the evil is better dead than alive, and she said too much. I think so too.

You don't have to worry about it all day, you don't have to listen to the neighbor's sarcastic remarks, you can earn money with your own hands, and you are clean.

However, every night, when she was alone, all she could think of was her son's good.

He may punch others, but he has always been very filial to himself. He will earn money to buy meat for her, and will not let her go out to do the drudgery of laundry. When he is sick, he will go to the hospital without saying a word , spend money to buy medicine without blinking an eye.

He is the son who was born after ten months of hard work by himself, and he is the son who was brought up by his own shit and urine.

If you really want to blame it, then blame her. She is incompetent, unable to keep the money that should be his, earning enough and too little money, not educating him well, causing him to go astray in the end, everything is her fault .

What's wrong with my son?Why should he die?

"Auntie, do you still remember what happened before and after Li Andong's disappearance? Could you tell us about it?"

Let's talk about it, it's been a long time since no one talked to the old woman properly, she nodded and stopped doing laundry.

She recalled what happened at that time thousands of times, and often wondered if the outcome might have been different if she had prevented her son from going out that day.

"Before Dong'er disappeared, I was sick. I was tired and had a terrible headache. I couldn't even get out of bed. It was Dong'er who took me to see a doctor, bought food, and took care of me. Only then did I save my life. Unexpectedly, a few days later, he said he was going out to do some business, and he never came back."

The next thing is to endlessly babble about how filial her son is, and what a good child he is in essence. Jiang Jiuying got tired of hearing it, and wanted to interrupt her several times to ask, "Who's good boy fights and collects protection money?" ? Whose good child died and the neighbors cheered?" In the end, they all looked at her gray hair and endured it.

Although the dead are the most important, some dead people really don't need sympathy. His kindness to his family is based on his evil to others. Jiang Jiuying can't criticize a mother, but he can't comfort her either.

There is a premise that the crime is not as good as the family, that is, the benefits are not as good as the family, but she enjoys the support of her son, and the money is stained with blood, so she is not so innocent.

If Li Andong is still missed, then Xie Zhi's parents would like to thank the murderer for eliminating the evil for them. Even after learning that Jiang Wenyuan's father and daughter came to investigate the case, they almost couldn't help but throw people out.

The murderer was the benefactor of the old couple, otherwise they would be the ones who couldn't die, and the spoiled son who raised him would be clean if he died!Check what?

"What else is there to say? You see, on my head, there is a piece of hair missing and a scar. If I hadn't spent money to hire a doctor, I would have to give up my life. I will treat such a disobedient and unfilial thing Never had a baby!" Raising a son is worse than raising a piece of barbecued pork, Xie's father is really sad.

Xie Zhi was really determined to kill him that day, and he used all his moves to greet his head, so he wasn't sad at all.

Jiang Xiaolang didn't even need to go there. He was expelled from the Jiang family and had no fixed place to live, let alone close relatives. No one knew who he had contact with, where he went, and what he had done before his death.

It was really not suitable for Jiang Jiuying to go directly to the Ministry of Justice, so the meeting place for the three parties was chosen in Chaobai Pavilion, a teahouse on the edge of Haizi.

Zhao Dongli saw his fiancée twice in a row in two days. He was in a good mood. He didn't care that his elder brother and father-in-law were there. He surrounded Jiang Jiuying and showed great hospitality: "This is our signature, do you want to try it?"

oh?In this era, there are also shrimp crackers?Well, it’s interesting, Jiang Jiuying nodded.

"And this, this, all girls like to eat." Zhao Dongli continued to recommend it vigorously.

"Huh? You know a lot about girls' preferences? Who told you?"

"Ah? No one told me, I heard what Xiao Er said." Zhao Dongli replied, but he didn't notice it, which made Zhao Dongzhe next to him break into a cold sweat.

This is a proposition, but it's okay, my brother is slow enough.

Refreshments are ready, let's get to the point.

"I got this from the Jingzhao Mansion. There are two people born in the same year, the same month and the same day as the deceased in the first year. There are two people in the records, both of whom are the sons of minor officials."

Small officials and officials, if they are from aristocratic families or have lived in the capital for a long time, may have independent residences, and their economic conditions are better than ordinary people.

"Peng Xi, the son of the city gate guard, is said to be a young man who is five years old and three years old. He has been married for two years. Given his physical condition, he doesn't seem like a person who needs human blood to make medicine."

"On the other hand, Yao Jingjun, a member of the etiquette department, I have never seen this person before. Mr. Jiang, have you ever heard of this person?"

"I have only been in Beijing for a short time, so I don't know him well."

"Hi, Yao Siqin!" Zhao Dongli stretched his neck to look at the name on the paper, curled his lips: "That crybaby!"

"you recognize?"

"I know, bro, you've seen it too, don't you remember? When I was ten years old, didn't I like to go crazy with Yao Lijie and the others? Yao Siqin is Yao Lijie's cousin."

"Yao Jingjun is from the Yao family? That's right, Yao Jingcheng, Yao Jingjun, why didn't I remember that!"

Jiang Wenyuan also knew the name Yao Jingcheng. The Shaoqing of Dali Temple, a Zheng Sanpin in his forties, can be regarded as young and promising!
"Keep talking!" Zhao Dongzhi signaled his younger brother to tell what he knew.

"Yao Siqin is a crybaby. Even though he is a boy, he cries more than girls. Li Jie doesn't like to play with him very much. He always says that he is not from the Yao family, and will try to make him cry when he meets him."

"I heard that he is in very poor health. It was a disease brought from his mother's womb. So when he was a teenager, he was still thin and small. He couldn't breathe after walking a few steps. I heard that his father loved him very much. "

(End of this chapter)

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