A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 21 021 Restaurant Case (4)

After a month of running around, the Ye family finally reunited in the capital.

Not only did his son find a seventh-rank official in Dali Temple, but he also set up a job for his concubine sister. The life of Ye's family rose unexpectedly, and Ye Dahe felt relieved.

The cock crowed three times before Yeats managed to open his eyes.

"Zhi'er...Zhi'er... Hurry up and go to Dali Temple to be on duty!" The woman's voice was both wordy and joyful, and Yeats got out of bed.

Ye He pushed open the door with a smile on his face: "Zhi'er, you're awake!" Holding Yeats' Dali Temple official uniform in his hand, he was both careful and satisfied.

"Mother, morning!" She was wearing a long shirt and short boots in the light outside.

"Hey, my little ancestor, the belt is tied wrong." Ye He called his concubine Ye Yu to come over, "Hurry up and help your brother get dressed, you can't mistake the clothes of the official, be careful not to lose your head."

Yeats was surrounded by two women, an old and a young woman, "I... I will do it myself..." It's not a handicap, but it's a pity that the two didn't give her a chance at all.

After a period of panic, Yeats finally breathed out: "Thank you, little sister."

"No...you're welcome..." Since the third brother was rescued three months ago, every time Ye Yu heard these two words, Ye Yu felt as if he had seen a ghost, bowed his head and turned away from the mistress, mother and child.

It was dawn, and the cool morning air rushed towards Yeats. She couldn't help walking out of the room against the breeze, and took a deep breath of fresh air, feeling really good.

Ye He still wanted to grab his son and give him a few more words of advice, but his son had already walked into the courtyard.

The morning light poured down through the ridge of the roof, and the 17-year-old son was wearing a brand-new Dali Temple official uniform, standing majestic and upright, like those noble sons raised by rich people, Zhilan Yushu.

For a moment, Ye He was in a daze, staring at his son for a long time without slowing down.

At the door of the main house, the little concubine Ye Jiangshi supported Ye Dahe, who had only one leg, leaning against the door with his shirt on. His yellow and black face was wrinkled, but he couldn't hide his expression of joy.

For the sake of his son, let alone a leg, even a life, he would be willing to do so. He raised his hand and let the concubine help him to sit on the wicker chair in front of the house.

Looking up at the Chaoyang in the east, he, Ye Dahe, will be able to live a life in the capital one day, which feels like a dream.

"Zhier... Zhier..."

Hearing Ye Dahe's call, Ye Zhi turned his head, "Father, what's the matter?"

"Have you thanked Mr. Fu Ma?"

"..." It has nothing to do with Mr. Fu Ma.

But Yeats still said, "Father, don't worry, when I get my salary, I will thank Master Fu."

"That's right, people must be grateful."

Ye Dahe always thought that Yeats was able to enter the Dali Temple and get the seventh-rank official because of Lord Fu Ma, "Sure enough, he is a nobleman... a nobleman is just different..."

After interrogation, Chen Siliang admitted that he was employed by someone, but he did not disclose who his employer and accomplices were. After half a month and five rounds of interrogation, the surnamed Chen would rather die than speak again.

"My lord, this is difficult!" Lu Sicheng used all the means he should have used: "The murderer won't be able to survive the punishment again!"

Pei Jingning frowned, "Let it go first."

"Yes, my lord."

Nothing of value could be pried out of the murderer's mouth, so Yeats could only go to the crime scene to find something of value, and then sort out the social relationship of the deceased.

One day, two days... Qin Dachuan ran a lot for Yeats.

Five days later, Yeats went to Shaoqing's office with the results of the combing.

"Is there any progress on the case?"

"Yes, my lord."

Zheng Wenxuan winked at Bai Lang, and he went out immediately. After a while, Lu Sicheng and Teng Butou arrived, and they wanted to salute, but Pei Jingning stopped them and motioned them to sit down.

Pei Jingning said, "Talk about the case."

"Yes, my lord."

Yeats pointed the self-made small blackboard to Pei Shaoqing, and pointed to the two names on the top of the blackboard: "Wang Min, the eldest son of Yuanwailang, manages the general affairs of the Wang family, and makes food, tea, cloth, and pottery, mainly food;

Zhu Lipo, a Yunzhou businessman, mainly deals in grain and tea. These two people, one is the son of an official in the capital, and the other is an ordinary businessman thousands of miles away. It stands to reason that it is unlikely that they will meet. "

Lu Sicheng said: "The Wang family's brother-in-law is the county magistrate in Yunzhou, and the Zhu family sent a daughter-in-law to the county magistrate as a concubine."

Yeats pointed to the blackboard with the arrow pointing down: "Because of this relationship, Zhu Lipo met Wang Min, a son of an official in the capital. He wanted to court him, but Wang Min didn't like it. So the Zhu family couldn't get cheap food in the south of the Yangtze River, so they were in a hurry."

If Lu and Teng hadn't known that Yeats hadn't interrogated the murderer alone, and that the murderer hadn't said anything except admitting that he had committed the murder, both of them would have suspected that Yeats had interrogated the Wang and Zhu families.

In fact, the Zhu family was in Yunzhou, so even if the people from Dali Temple wanted to interrogate them, they would have no chance, and there was no record of this in the case report.

A few people wondered why Yeats sorted out these things, and followed Yeats' fingers to look at the edge of the blackboard.

"A few days ago, someone asked Teng to investigate the incisor case. I went to the archives to look through some unresolved cases. Among them was a case where a merchant was killed. The victim and the Zhu family were cousins..."

Just as Lu Sicheng was about to wink and blame Teng Butou for taking care of people and investigating the case privately, his eyes lit up in the next sentence: "Ye Pingshi means..."

Teng Butou subconsciously looked at Pei Shaoqing because he was secretly accepting favors from others.

Pei Jingning sat behind the desk, wearing a vermilion brocade robe, a jade seal at the waist, and a gauze ribbon, with long black eyebrows slanting into the temples, and under the eyebrows were a pair of clear and cold eyes.

His eyes are beautiful, like peach blossom eyes, but they are dignified and majestic, probably because he has been in a high position for a long time, when he looks at people, he always has a sense of judgment and a sense of oppression.

He looked away in fright.

Pei Jingning had a calm face and steady eyes.

Yeats continued: "The surname of the merchant who was killed was Fang. He was one of the top merchants in Yunzhou. He had a daughter and a son. Not long after Fang Dashang was killed, his 12-year-old son also fell into the water and died. At this time, the married daughter of Fang's family, Zhu Fang, asked his son Zhu Lipo to marry his cousin to help his brother manage the Ruo family business."

"What does Ye Pingshi want to say?" Lu Sicheng asked.

Just as Yeats was about to bow his hands to Pei Jingning, he said to Bai Lang, "Call Lu Sicheng from the northwest."

"Yes, my lord."

Boss Pei actually knew what he wanted to ask for instructions, he really was a big boss, Yeats secretly admired him, no wonder he took the position of third-rank young minister at such a young age.

Soon, Lu Sicheng arrived, "My lord—"

"Three years ago, Fang Shaoan was killed. Who owns his property now?"

"My lord, this case was reviewed at the beginning of this year, and the case file from Yunzhou stated that all the shops under the name of Fang's family had been transferred to my brother-in-law Zhu's."

It is not uncommon for a family without an heir to have its property eaten up from ancient to modern times.

"Continue—" Mr. Pei said.

"Yes, my lord——" Yeats cupped his hands, "This is just the wording in the case file. If I guessed correctly, most of the property under the Fang family name has already entered Wang Min's pocket."

"Bai Lang asked someone to investigate."

"Yes, my lord."

Yeats continued: "I don't think it's an accident that the eldest son of the Wang family's brother-in-law and the Qian family went to Beijing a year ago and died immediately while looking for fun in the capital."

(End of this chapter)