A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Teng Chong turned his head and yelled loudly at the man lying on the ground, "Get up, get up for me quickly, and don't get up again and take my knife."

There was a crisp sound when the blade collided with the scabbard, and the surrounding audience backed away in fright.

The man lying on the corpse got up, knelt down and cried loudly towards the cabin door, "My poor mother, why did you leave me alone..., what do you want me to do in the future..."

In the celestial dynasty where men's emotions are mainly reserved, it is really rare to see such a man who shows his emotions.

Yeats was about to step forward, but he took a few steps back without knowing it, and retreated into the crowd, chatting and gossiping with the people around him in a low voice. He was dressed in black uniform, with delicate eyebrows and an extraordinary demeanor, and everyone around him leaned forward. , One after another told him about the people and things about the ship.

The boat stayed here for two days. The relationship between the man and the woman is very good. The woman is very willing to spend money to buy food and clothing for the man. Yesterday, she spent hundreds of dollars on the first day of going ashore. Low society, it's remarkable.

Yeats noticed that the clothes on the man's body were indeed different from the gray cotton robes around him. They were made of satin, and the cotton interlayer was very thick, so he lived a good life.

Teng Chong hates this kind of incompetent man who knows how to cry when he comes up. The impatient expression on his face is clear, "You bitch, believe it or not, I will give you a knife when you cry again." The posture to be cut down.

The middle-aged man stopped howling for a moment, as if he had just seen the official, "My... my lord... my woman can't think of hanging herself..." After finishing speaking, he started to howl again.

"Try crying..." Teng Chong's raised sword glowed faintly in the night light.

The middle-aged man was so frightened that he held his breath and remained silent.

Only then did Teng Chong turn his head, "Master Ye..." This guy is not a good thing at first sight, so hurry up and ask if there is really a case?

Only then did everyone discover that among the group of men in official uniforms, it turned out that the thinnest man who looked like a boy was the head, and he was a high-ranking official at such a young age. What to do?Besides, a woman hanged herself and everyone came to watch the excitement.

Yeats stepped onto the gangplank unhurriedly. In the eyes of everyone, he did not go to the stern of the ship. Instead, he bent down along the side of the cabin and stretched out his hands to lift off the tarpaulin covering the cabin. A boat of snow-white cotton came into view.

In the cold wind of early winter, people seem to feel warm.

Someone couldn't help feeling, "This boat must be sold for a lot of money!"

In this era, growing grain and cotton is not like the later generations with chemical fertilizers and pesticides. In addition to hard work, the rest depends on God's favor to grow crops for a season. If the weather is good and the weather is less pests, you can have a good harvest. Otherwise, you may not even be able to solve the problem of food and clothing. .

In the past two years, the Great Wei Dynasty has become more and more stable under the rule of the new emperor. People's lives are much better than before. The weather is getting colder and people have loose money. They are probably willing to add a quilt to their homes or keep them warm. If the cotton padded jacket is sold, it may bring in a lot of money.

The middle-aged man kneeling at the stern saw nervous eyes flickering, and saw Teng Chong turn his head with a mournful face, "My poor mother...isn't it because a boat of cotton can't be sold at a good price, why bother?" I can't think of hanging myself, how will I live in the future if you leave!"

Yeats stood by the side of the boat, seeing everything in his eyes, put down the oilcloth in his hand, and turned around to walk to the stern.

The mourning middle-aged man subconsciously moved towards the stern twice.

Teng Chong stepped aside.

Yeats walked to the door of the wooden door of the cabin, and Yang Fuquan ran quickly from the crowd behind, holding Yeats' tool bag for investigating the case in his hand, and Yan Zuozuo followed behind him.

Yeats looked at the woman in the inner room, then turned his head to look at the middle-aged man at the stern, pointed to the person behind Xiao Quanzi and said, "You see, this uncle is a famous foreman in Dali Temple. Yan Shenshou, if you tell the truth now, you can be lenient, but if we find out, it will be bad."

"Check...check what..." The middle-aged man turned pale, rolled his eyes twice, and howled suddenly, "God, what crime did I do to be treated as a murderer even after my wife died? I'm dead..."

Before everyone could react, the middle-aged man got up and jumped into the winter canal.

Teng Chong raised his hand and shouted, "Zhang Jin, Li Jun, go down quickly and pull him up."

"Yes, head."

The two quickly took off the thick clothes they were carrying water, and jumped into the water in a blink of an eye.

After turning over, the middle-aged man was pulled up.

Yeats had been waiting for the middle-aged man to be pulled up and put on dry clothes and wrapped in a quilt before he and Yan Wuzuo examined the wounds of the deceased.

The woman was in her early thirties and looked ordinary, but she had cleaned up her face, put powder on her face, and was wearing silk clothes that were probably new. Such clothes were actually impractical in the Grand Canal where people made a living by running boats.

Yan Wu made a look, a second touch...careful investigation.

Yeats was not idle either, she first looked at the surrounding environment, the room was in a mess, clothes and food were randomly piled up, and the clothes on the bed were wrinkled and piled up in the bed.

She turned her head to look at the woman again, bent down to look at her face, hands, soles of feet...

After a while, Yan Yuzuo came to a conclusion: "The bruises on the woman's neck were not left by hanging. The marks of being strangled by the rope should be thin and deep, with purple in the bruises. Look, Mr. Ye, this bruise However, it is two fingers wide, and there are shallow marks left by the belly of the finger around it, which is clearly suffocated to death by someone's hand."

The onlookers were in an uproar. They were all hard-working people who went on boats to make a living, and they all lived their lives. They didn't expect that a murder case happened around them.

"What's going on, why did this man kill his wife, why can't he have a good life..."

"That's right, if this shipment of cotton is sold, this year will definitely be a good year, how wonderful, why..."

……

Yeats walked up to the middle-aged man who was slumped on the deck, "Brother, you jumped into the river just now, you didn't want to die, but you wanted to escape!"

When the truth was revealed, the middle-aged man no longer pretended to be a rascal, his eyeballs almost popped out and stared at Yeats, "If you guys didn't spoil my good deed, I would get rich soon."

Hearing the middle-aged man's confession, people finally believe that this is not the case of officials and gentlemen deliberately finding fault with others, it is really a murder case!

Yeats pointed to the hanging rope facing the cabin door and said, "Did you see it? This loose knot has never been used at all. If you say that people hanged to death, no one will believe it except you!"

Someone in the onlookers looked ashamed, "I believed the old man. We all believed it when he returned to the boat and found that the woman had hanged herself and yelled."

The people around nodded in agreement.

Yeats: ...

The old man couldn't figure it out: "Although the boat has only stopped for two days, we also met by chance, but in the morning I saw that his woman was very kind to him, and she went ashore early in the morning to buy food and drink for him. She was very willing, how could he still How about killing your own mother-in-law?"

Yeats turned his head and glanced at the middle-aged man who stood out among the hard-working people with his well-groomed appearance, then turned his head and said to the crowd, "Because they are not husband and wife at all."

"God, they are mistresses..." Everyone couldn't believe it.

The middle-aged man refused to admit it: "Who said that, He Niang is a mother-in-law..."

Yeats said calmly: "Teng Butou—"

"Master Ye..."

"Find out his road guide, take the road guide to the county government to check and find out if they are husband and wife."

"Yes."

The middle-aged man suddenly became sluggish, and pretended to be dead without opening his mouth.

When everyone saw this, there was nothing they didn't understand. They all pointed at the middle-aged man, "So it's not a thing..."

In fact, in ancient times, it was impossible for the county government to share information like later generations. To find out whether two people are husband and wife, they had to use the road to lead the information to the local county government for investigation.

But the common people can't stand being fooled.

Yeats and the others were just passing by, and the case still had to be handed over to the local county government. Teng Chong was just about to take someone to Shanyang County to hand it over, when Dali Temple Shaoqing Pei Jingning came back, followed by the Shanyang county magistrate.

He nodded and bowed his head, "I'll deal with it right away." After finishing speaking, he arranged for the county magistrate to deal with the case quickly.

Yeats reminded: "This man is from the Jingling area. This woman does not have the usual calluses of peasant women. She should be a lazy woman who elopes with a man with a boatload of valuable cotton. There is probably a murder case in her hands." .”

The middle-aged man who was arrested quickly looked at Yeats as if he had seen a ghost, "You...you...are you a person or a ghost...or did you follow us all the way..."

Yeats was calm and calm, "A woman who is lazy and lazy to please the handsome boy will most likely not be able to withstand the teasing of the handsome boy and will do some dangerous things."

"..." The fire of gossip among the onlookers was ignited, and some people even wanted to delay the business, but stayed and waited for the Shanyang County Government to find out the truth and see if the facts were as the little official Xiulang said.

Of course, these are all things for later, Yeats and others certainly don't know.

On the second day, Mr. Pei went ashore early in the morning again. As for what to do, no one knew.

Yeats was invited by the Shanyang County Captain to help with the case, "Master Ye, you mean that they snatched this shipment of cotton, so they may have killed someone?"

Yeats shook his head, "Maybe this boat of cotton belongs to the woman, and she may have killed her husband."

The county lieutenant bowed his hands in gratitude, "I'll go and investigate right now, my officer."

From Shanyang to Jingling, it takes at least five or six days to travel back and forth. It is impossible for Yeats and the others to wait. The Shanyang county lieutenant has some cases related to autopsy. Stayed for a day and didn't return to the ship until evening.

When he returned to the boat, Pei Jingning still didn't come back. He didn't return to the boat until Yeats was about to rest after dinner.

Yeats heard the sound of Mingzhu and the other two greeting each other. Since the last time when they lost their composure due to seasickness, although they were on the same boat, they deliberately avoided it. It has been many days since they have had direct contact.

As criminal investigators, Ming and Pearl frequented her room, so it was impossible not to notice the details of her menstrual events, and they acted as if nothing had happened.

The more this happened, the more certain Yeats was, the two girls must know that she was a woman.

The two girls know, does that mean that someone also knows?