A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Chapter 3: A Lie in a Lie (1)

When I first entered the capital city, it was prosperous and charming, but I was also worried because I was so shy in my pocket. I needed money to go out, and life without money was very difficult.

Money is easy to do. Yeats picked up a leak near Dali Temple and rented a small courtyard with a single door. Once inside the courtyard, there are three main rooms, two side rooms, a kitchen and a utility room.

The yard is dusty and old, and it is necessary to spend money and effort to clean it up, but if it is not like this, it is impossible to rent a unique and cheap yard.

Ye Lan and Su Liuyun were so happy, they rolled up their sleeves and started cleaning. Ye Zhi went to the dental shop to find a master to come over and fix it. They tidied up for half a month.

Once the yard is ready, Su Liuyun and Ye Lan will go to find work.

"These days, I've heard that there are a lot of jobs in the capital, and you can make money everywhere." Ye Lan seemed to be doing a lot of work.

With a smile on his face, Yeats asked, "For example..."

"Work as a female worker in an embroidery workshop, or wash dishes in a restaurant, or go to the red building to wash clothes like the aunt next door. As long as you work hard, you can always make money."

Yeats looked at Su Liuyun: "What about you?"

"I'm the same as Sister Lan."

Su Liuyun was a runaway woman rescued by Ye Zhi's sisters on their way to Beijing. She didn't know where she was going, so she went to Beijing with Ye Zhi. If anyone asked, they would say they were cousins.

Yeats shook his head, "Why do you have to be controlled by others, why not make a living by yourself, wouldn't you be free and free?"

Who doesn't want to be free?The two happily stared at Yeats.

"Third Brother, what kind of job do you make?" Ye Lan was curious.

Since the third brother almost died a month ago, he has changed a lot after waking up. He is no longer moody and gloomy and scary. He has a better temper, and he speaks softly and softly.

Now Ye Lan is very dependent on him.

Yeats smiled: "These days, I've been around all over the neighborhood. To the west is Dali Temple, to the south is Taixue, to the east is the street market, and to the north is the residential area. The flow of people is very large. Setting up a breakfast stall doesn't cost much and can make money."

Su Liuyun agreed: "It doesn't require so much skill to make breakfast, I think it's fine."

"I agree too." Ye Lan agreed happily.

Yeats said, "On our way to Beijing, do you still remember the several breakfast styles I taught you to make?"

"Of course I remember." The two replied in unison.

Yeats said: "I have already asked the people in the dental shop to order for me the tools and carts for the breakfast stall."

Ye Lan and Su Liuyun looked at each other with smiles, it turned out that the third elder brother (Ye Gongzi) had planned a long time ago, they just follow along and enjoy the ready-made ones, don't worry about it at all, that's great!
"Third Brother, you..." The purpose of coming to Beijing was to enter Dali Temple, but Mr. Fu Ma didn't even meet him face to face. Ye Lan was worried about her brother.

Yeats smiled and comforted, "I have my own idea, first set up the breakfast stall, and when there is a fixed shop, I will take my parents to Beijing and leave the place where people eat people in Taiping Town."

Speaking of this, Ye Lan pursed her lips, her face showing sadness, she missed her aunt after being away for so long.

When Teng Chong saw Yeats again, he was startled. Yeats was still wearing the same gray cotton gown, wearing the same color of haircut, thin and refined, and had a clear demeanor.

"Teng Butou, do you remember me or forget me?"

The murderer was caught on the spot, and the murderer confessed during interrogation, proving that he did not arrest the wrong person. This kid is very evil, and Teng Chong was a little frightened.

"What do you want to do?"

Yeats grinned, "I would like to ask Butcher Teng to help me."

"What's the matter?" Teng Chong was very vigilant when he was said to be evil, and his smile was so dazzling.

"My sister set up a breakfast stand, and asked Teng Butou to get Xu's ID, and by the way, come to visit in the morning to support the scene."

It's not a big deal, so return his favor?Suddenly, Teng Chong looked serious, "I'm busy, I can help, but don't talk nonsense, understand?"

Teng Chong didn't say a word about the credit for catching the murderer on the spot, but took it all from himself. Not only was he praised by his boss, but he was also rewarded with silver, which made him feel very happy.

"Of course, of course." Yeats laughed, "Then let's make a deal like this!"

Teng Chong nodded, "Hu Yin brings it."

Yeats handed over the account number.

"When it's done, where can I find you?"

"No.11 Household in Qiongzhi Lane."

Teng Chong finally knew what the weak boy's name was. His surname was Ye, and he was from Taiping Town, Jiangzhou. He heard that Princess Ning'an's Fu Ma Ye was from that place, so why didn't he go to Fu Ma Ye?

After complaining, Teng Chong laughed, such a small person, even if he wanted to meet Mr. Fu, he would never see him. Besides, Pei's Yuanzhi used the names of Mr. Fu and the princess to mess around in the capital. Mr. Fu had a headache before it was too late, let alone seeing these people with foreign surnames.

Teng Chong was afraid that Yeats would find him again, so he went to deal with him without delay. Before he found a familiar brother, another murder case came.

Damn, it's only been a few days.

While scolding his mother, Teng Chong hurriedly mobilized his subordinates to report the case, which was a medical center.

"what happened?"

The old doctor in the medical center has a serious face: "My lord, there is a family who sent the wounded to be treated. I died before I had the time to apply the needle. This family asked the old man to issue a death certificate of falling and falling to death. But the old man pulled the dead man's clothes. The wound on the dead man was obviously hit by a stick, not a fall at all. The old man thought it was suspicious and asked his disciple to report the case."

Yan Yuzuo had already experienced the scars on the deceased's body during the conversation between the two, "Tengtou, it is indeed a stick and a wooden blow."

Teng Chong frowned and waved his hands, "Tie them up for me."

The little catcher quickly tied up the deceased's wife.

"My lord... my lord... the woman is wronged, how can a woman, a weak woman, beat a tall and strong husband."

The woman was in her 20s, of medium stature, and looked weak, and the deceased was in her 40s, in good health, an old couple with a young wife, and she didn't look like a woman who could beat her husband to death.

Teng Chong snorted coldly, "You didn't hit me, why did you lie, did you ask someone to hit you?"

"No, the woman didn't. The husband didn't come home all night, and he scolded the woman as soon as he came back in the morning. After cursing, he fell down. That's why the woman thought he fell to his death."

The three floors inside and outside the entrance of the medical hall were filled with crowds of onlookers.

Impatiently, Teng Chong waved his hands, "Tie them up and bring them into the Dali Temple first, and then shout if you have entered the Dali Temple wrongly."

The woman held on to the door of the medical center and did not let go, "I didn't kill anyone, and I won't go to Dali Temple. Even if you are officials, you can't wrong people like this..."

The fingernails of the woman's hands were bleeding, and the onlookers were moved and shouted to Teng Chong, "Master Catcher, my wife sent her husband to treat his illness, why did he go to Dali Temple?"

"Yeah, if she killed someone, how dare she send him for treatment? Didn't you hear what the little lady said? His husband didn't come home all night, so he must have been beaten by someone else. It didn't kill him at the time, but he had a seizure when he got home, and he died."

"That's right, it must be like this. If you don't arrest the real murderer, what are you doing arresting a poor woman? Isn't this wronging people?"

Normally, Teng Chong would be swayed by these gossips. For some reason, the thin figure of Yeats immediately appeared in his mind. Do you want him to point out the murderer?
(End of this chapter)