A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 183 Husband’s Death Case (183)

Yeats turned to look at him.

He bared his teeth and said, "It smells like rat shit."

When the onlookers heard this, they couldn't help but whisper, "They said it wasn't a rat bite. Even the little brother could smell the stench of rat droppings."

"Yeah, I can smell it too."

……

Yeats raised his eyes and looked at the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper knelt down with a bang and said, "Sir, I am wronged. The rat shit is so big. This man is not stupid. How could he take the cloth away? This cloth is definitely not from my family... They are here to extort money. .”

Yeats asked, "When the man came to buy cloth yesterday, was this woman following him?"

The shopkeeper shook his head, "Only this man."

Yeats turned to the woman and asked, "Sister-in-law, where were you at that time?"

"Speaking to your lord, I'm tired from traveling in the car, so the peasant woman stayed at the inn to rest."

Yeats asked, "Did you open and read your husband's cloth as soon as he bought it?"

"Is that true?" the woman said, "I ordered a meal for my husband and let him eat first. Then we went into the room to look at the cloth. Then we opened it and found that the innermost part of the cloth was bitten by mice and there were mouse droppings. Smells."

After hearing this, Yeats nodded.

The shopkeeper looked at the officials of Dali Temple and nodded, and shouted in fright, "Sir... I am wronged. It's true. My family has never sold cloth that has been bitten by mice. It's true, please check it out, sir." There is really no such thing as a small one..."

Some onlookers couldn't help but interject: "If the cloth was bitten by a mouse, wouldn't you notice?"

Yeats smiled faintly.

Teng Chong couldn't help shouting, "If the cloth is so tightly packed, how can the mice get inside and bite it? If they want to bite, they have to bite the outside first..." He almost called people pig-brained and didn't even understand this.

"What if the shopkeeper rolls the bitten ones inside?"

"Oh, God, if Mr. Hu has done such a thing, let my Hu family have a grandson with no butthole, and let my Hu family have no descendants from now on."

The ancients paid most attention to passing on the family line, and this oath was really cruel.

“Ah…could it be that…it’s really not Shopkeeper Hu?”

"You also believe what the businessman says..."

"But it doesn't look like he's fake..."

"How can businessmen make money if they are not so ruthless? You don't know who is in front of you..."

"Seems to be……"

What a bastard! Shopkeeper Hu quickly defended himself, "Sir, there are really no small ones. Please investigate. If you find another piece of fabric that has been bitten by mice in my shop, I am willing to bear all the blame... "

The woman rushed, "What if you hid the rat bite and threw it away?"

This is possible.

"You come early in the morning, how can I have time to throw away..."

"Won't you ask the waiter to throw it away?"

The shopkeeper and the woman started fighting again.

Teng Chong took the opportunity to get close to Yeats and asked in a low voice, "How did the people on the ground die? Were they beaten to death or did they die from anger?"

Yeats shook his head, "None of them." Teng Chong was shocked, "Did he be poisoned to death?" He spent his whole day catching criminals on the street and solving murder cases. He had seen a lot of dark and dirty tricks in the market. Suddenly I thought of methods such as the Immortal Dance.

Yeats shook his head again, "No."

"What is that?" Teng Chong was confused.

Yeats whispered in Teng Chong's ear, his voice was so low that only the two of them heard, "... like this... like this... hurry up and do it."

After hearing this, Teng Chong was shocked for a moment, and then his face turned pale, "Okay, I understand."

Teng Chong said goodbye and left with his sword.

When he got out of the crowd, Zhang Jin stood next to Yeats.

The woman who was tearing was stunned for a moment when she noticed that one of the officials had left, and then looked at Yeats.

Yeats pretended not to notice her little move, folding his hands and watching them argue.

The woman was stunned, but the shopkeeper got the better of her verbally, "Do you think I haven't encountered your dirty tricks? You two are just here to extort money, but your life is not good. What does your man probably have?" I'm so sick that I died without even taking a breath. If you want to blame me, there's no way."

"My man is in good health, how could he be sick? It was you who pushed my man and caused him to fall and die."

"Who pushed? We didn't push at all, okay? He just couldn't breathe. I even asked the waiter to find the doctor. But before the waiter could go to find the doctor, your man couldn't catch his breath and died. If you want to rely on me to extort money, this is the capital, not your ignorant little place, so I won’t be blackmailed by you. I am lucky, and people from Dali Temple just happened to come..."

The shopkeeper became more and more excited as he talked, and knelt down in front of Yeats, "Sir, I guarantee that the cloth I sold to her man is definitely good and not damaged at all. Really..."

Yeats nodded, "I believe you."

The shopkeeper was really excited now and said to the disgusting woman, "Look, all the officials believe in me."

The woman's eyes flashed, and then she cried and howled, shouting and grabbing the ground, "Oh God, I don't live anymore. The government and businessmen colluded to bully us poor country people. Why is my life so miserable..."

While crying, the woman crawled to the dead man's side and patted the man's chest like a weeping spirit. "Dead ghost, why are you so cruel? How can I survive if you leave me alone!"

Yeats sneered, "Ge...if your surname is really Ge..."

"..." The woman paused and continued to cry.

Yeats turned to face the crowd of onlookers, "Have you heard of the top ten deceptions in the world?"

The woman cried less.

Someone raised their hand and said, "I know that wind, horse, swallow, bird, porcelain, gold, porcelain, skin, color, and hanging are the ten major deceptions in the world, that is, the ten ways of cheating people."

Yeats smiled at him appreciatively, "This guy is right." Then, she turned around and pointed at the woman beside her, "She used the fourth deception - sparrow."

The woman's crying stopped suddenly.

"Does anyone know what sparrow means?"

The young man raised his hand again and said, "quetongque is the most scheming one. It usually refers to officialdom affairs. I didn't expect that this woman looks honest but is so ruthless."

"That's right." Yeats's smile turned cold and he said to the deceased on the ground, "This middle-aged man should be a carriage driver. He was hired by someone to take a trip to the capital. If I guess correctly, the reward for this trip is Ten taels of silver..."

Everyone looked at Yeats and the dead people on the ground in confusion.

"Then how did he become this woman's husband?"

"The carriage driver may be a bachelor who has never married a wife, or his wife may have died in childbirth. Whether it is to save money to marry a wife, or for the sake of a baby who is waiting to be fed at home, anyway, he agreed to this long-distance transport. Shan, halfway through, the woman asked the middle-aged man if he had a wife. Of course, the middle-aged man did not, and then the woman said she was willing to marry him. How difficult is it to get a wife in this era? The middle-aged man was very happy. Unexpectedly, he would not only make money by carrying passengers over long distances, but he would also get a free wife. Little did he know that there is no such thing as a free bargain in the world, and his fate has been secretly marked with a price."

Yeats changed his words and asked the shopkeeper, "How much money will you pay after his husband dies?"

(End of this chapter)