I was killed by domestic violence, and I went crazy with barrage

Chapter 129 Sending Letters
Of course Zhao Yinlian... has no chance to get angry.

When the last length of rope slipped from the well wall, the sound of heavy objects falling slowly echoed from the bottom of the well.

Zhao Yinlian's eyes widened, and she couldn't understand until her death how this bitch Jiang Anning could be so vicious!

Jiang Anning stood in the sun, looked up at the sun that was dazzling her eyes, and felt an inexplicable coldness rising up.

Why is it still so cold on such a sunny and warm day?
She spread her hands and looked at the marks on them caused by the wear and tear of the thick rope.

An embroiderer's hands shouldn't be like this.

Only hands that are carefully pampered and cared for, and are as smooth and delicate as shelled eggs, can touch those delicate silks and stitch on them.

But now...

These hands were stained with blood, scars, and rough.

She looked at the bottom of the well and saw blood slowly flowing out from the bottom of Zhao Yinlian's head lying on her back in the middle.

The person who was showing his teeth and claws just now is already dead and can no longer die.

Jiang Anning returned to the hospital without any burden, first visited Song Yao, then spoke to Xie Yutong, got up and headed to the Yamen.

How could the mother not know about such a big thing like her daughter's death?

In the county jail.

Zhang, who had been pretending to be sick in an attempt to avoid work but was found out, suddenly felt a throbbing pain in his heart.

"Eh..."

She covered her heart and slowly arched her body: "It hurts so much, my heart hurts so much, sir, doctor, please call the doctor quickly, ah..."

Zhang felt like the world was spinning for a while, then her eyes went dark and she fell straight to the ground.

"Get out of here and stop pretending to be here with me, eh?"

The officer, who was annoyed that the other party was pretending to be sick and looking for trouble, whipped him twice and suddenly realized something was wrong.

"Did this person really faint?"

Another policeman next to him said worriedly: "Don't be really sick. I heard that she had epilepsy before. It's better to ask a doctor to take a look. Don't really die here."

The officer who beat him raked his hair in annoyance: "It's really troublesome!"

"Don't really die here and bring bad luck to others."

"Wait!"

He cursed a few times and hurried out to call for someone.

There aren't many prisoners in the county jail, so it's worth hiring a doctor to come over.

Most of the time, I just call the clerk on duty in the yamen to take a look.

Just grab two bowls of decoction and drink it down. If it doesn't cure, it won't be cured, and it won't kill you.

Jiang Anning spent some money on things. After entering the prison, she saw Huang Zuozuo in the yamen, opening his eyelids and prying her mouth at Mrs. Zhang. She was really shocked.

"Is this what she is?"

Jiang Anning pointed at Mrs. Zhang, who was lying on the ground without knowing anything about her, letting her boss manipulate her. Her voice was full of doubt and uncertainty.

"I suddenly fainted and didn't take it seriously."

The officer said casually, then looked at Jiang Anning and asked curiously: "Where did this little lady come from?"

He almost blurted out: What did this fair little lady do in such a dark and dirty place? Not afraid of being hit.

"Come here to visit an old friend." Jiang Anning smiled lightly and stepped forward, stuffing two silver coins into the officer's hand.

The officer lowered his head and glanced. The silver dime was only as big as a fingernail, but the key was determination. The two silver dimes were exactly the same size.

The officer could not help but sincerely praise her: "Young lady is very smart."

Very discerning.

It would be great if all the mud-legged people who come here are as sensible as this little lady.

"Which old friend are you planning to visit, young lady?"

The police officer is also a chivalrous person who respects me a foot and I respect others a foot: "In the future, when we two brothers are on duty, we can take care of them more."

Jiang Anning raised her chin slightly and looked at Mrs. Zhang: "Her!"

"I'm here to visit her, and I hope it's convenient for me."

"she?"

The officer's voice sounded a little surprised, and his face looked ugly: "Who are you, this crazy woman?"

His tone was slightly sharp and his eyebrows were cold.

If it weren't for the two silver cents, I'd probably have been bombarded by now.

"Enemy."

Jiang Anning's face was calm and not panicked: "Come here and see if she is doing well. If not, I will feel relieved."

"Send her a message by the way."

When the officer heard this, his expression softened a bit, but his expression was still a little cautious: "What's the news?"

Jiang Anning glanced at Ms. Zhang and saw that her eyelids were trembling slightly, guessing that she was probably awake.

"Her daughter, Zhao Yinlian, forged her identity and assumed her name, becoming Lady Binlian of Yuewen Embroidery House. Not long ago, Boss Sheng of Yuewen Embroidery House discovered that she was actually not a bilingualist at all. The embroiderer with three different faces.”

"Boss Sheng was so angry..."

Jiang Anning's voice paused slightly, and her eyes swept across Zhang's face as if unintentionally. Seeing that her eyelids were trembling even more fiercely, she pretended to sigh with regret: "Boss Sheng lost his temper in anger. Losing reason and doing irreversible things, he is now absconding out of fear of crime.”

The officer's face became a little tense: "The boss Sheng you are talking about, could it be Sheng Yuewen?"

"Exactly."

Jiang Anning lowered her head and sobbed: "I just learned that before Sheng Yuewen broke into Chaohuang Embroidery Square and committed the murder, she also killed the Lady Lian who caused him to lose the competition and became a laughing stock in Jiang'an County..."

She looked at Mr. Zhang, who could no longer pretend, and approached quietly, with a sad expression on her face: "I heard that all the bones in her body were broken while she was still alive. It hurt her to death."

Jiang Anning quietly raised her foot and stepped on Zhang's hand, not forgetting to pretend to be hurt: "I don't know how sad Aunt Zhang will be when she hears this news."

She rolled her toes pretending to be unintentional, which made Zhang feel pain and her mouth started to twitch.

"Eh? Why is this person crying? Is he pretending to be faint?"

Jiang Anning said in surprise, Zhang subconsciously wanted to yell: Who is crying!

Damn girl actually wanted to deceive her!

She refused to let the little bitch get her wish!
Zhang immediately closed her eyes even more tightly.

He had just finished writing the local medicine prescription, and when he saw it from a distance, he said "Huh?", took out the silver needle that is usually used to test poisons on dead people, and stabbed the person's philtrum. Mrs. Zhang really wanted to hold back, but with their fingers connected, it was her hand that Jiang Anning stepped on!
I was poked in the mouth with a silver needle again. The pain was so severe that I couldn't pretend even if I wanted to.

What's more, when she heard that her daughter had been killed, she was furious... She jumped up and was about to step forward and slap Jiang Anning unexpectedly. She never thought that Jiang Anning had already retreated behind the officer.

Snapped!
Zhang's slap fell heavily on the officer's face.

"********"

The officer muttered several curse words and kicked the person out: "Thief woman! If I don't teach you a lesson today, you really don't have a long memory!"

After saying that, he came forward with a whip and whipped people with a ferocious expression: "You thief woman!"

Mrs. Zhang cried bitterly and begged for mercy: "Don't hit me, don't hit me..."

Jiang Anning watched quietly from the side, feeling that it was too frustrating to not be able to do it herself.

Unfortunately, she could only look at the current situation like this.

However, there was only a long time to come, and the crime Zhang committed was not a serious crime. Even if he brought the person to the Yamen, he could barely make the person stay in jail and suffer for a few months.

If it hadn't been for that day, Zhang, who was used to being arrogant in the village, went crazy and lost his mind, and had the courage to insult the county magistrate in front of the court, he probably wouldn't have been detained for so long.

However, after Zhao Yuanshan was redeemed, he signed a letter of righteousness with Zhang.

Come to think of it, every day in prison, Mrs. Zhang would feel like a knife was piercing her heart, and she would go crazy with hatred, right?
That's good.

Seeing that the police officer was a little tired and Mrs. Zhang was curled up in the corner and dying, Jiang Anning stepped forward at the right time and said: "Brother, please don't be angry. Take a rest and drink some tea."

The officer said "Huh?" and looked at Jiang Anning with some surprise, sighing in his heart: This little lady is quite good at getting things done. She even made tea.

He took the thick tea bowl and poured in a bowl of tea like a cow.

"This tea tastes better than what we usually drink."

The officer looked at the teapot in surprise. It was indeed the teapot that his brothers usually used.

When another officer heard this, he couldn't help but joked: "I think you are very thirsty. Isn't this the same old broken teapot we usually drink tea with? How can it be different? I don't know how many times the tea leaves in it have been brewed." It’s back to water and has no flavor anymore. It’s just left there to suit the occasion.”

As he said that, he poured a bowl of tea and drank it, and then his eyes lit up: "Don't tell me, it's really fragrant. Could it be that I changed the tea leaves?"

He opened the lid of the teapot, and a fresh fragrance suddenly hit his nostrils: "Oh, hey, it's really a new tea. How can I be so generous? I usually change the tea leaves, but I don't brew them until they are tasteless. I wish I could even foam the tea leaves." Go home."

Jiang Anning:...

You're being a bit presumptuous, brother.

The previous police officer was more eye-catching and nudged the person: "What are you talking about? I didn't realize that the young lady is still here, and I don't know what to say!"

The policeman reacted immediately and scratched his head in a bewildered way.

The same officer who had received the dime from before came forward and apologized slightly to Jiang Anning: "My brother is a rough guy. Don't mind me, little lady."

Jiang Anning smiled slightly: "Brother Cha is also straightforward."

After saying a few polite words, she took out a small bag of tea that she carried with her: "I was in such a hurry that I didn't have time to prepare some good tea. I hope the two poor brothers don't dislike it."

"These are just for the two eldest brothers to have a taste of."

The small bag of tea only cost about one or two taels, so it was certainly not a generous gift.

The officer hesitated for a moment, and when he was about to accept it, the man next to him suddenly said "Huh?": "This smells like a golden seed."

With that said, he also went over and poured half a bowl of tea, sipping it lightly.

"It's really a golden souchong. It tastes sweet and moist, soft and silky, fresh and sweet, and smells of dried longan... Good tea, good tea! It's really wasted in this pickled place."

Wu Zuo made a comment with some understanding of tea.

The officer laughed at him and said, "You old man, do you know anything about tea? Then you usually grab those tasteless rotten tea leaves from us to drink. You are the most enthusiastic and the most generous recipient of the barley tea distributed in the yamen."

Wu Zuo's face turned red.

"You idiot, if you talk too much, you don't know how to respect the elderly and care for the young!"

Zuo Zuo reprimanded the two officers with a straight face, then stepped forward with a smile and dodged the tea bag from Jiang Anning: "Little girl, if you give such good tea to these two rough guys, wouldn't it be wasted? ?”

Jiang Anning was slightly stunned and looked at the officer in confusion.

"These two guys drink tea like cows. If you give them such a good thing, what's the difference between feeding peonies to cows?"

Jiang Anning:...

She didn't know how to respond, so she just looked at the two messengers.

The police officer was still very pleased with her look that was almost like asking for help.

"If you don't mind, little lady, we brothers can borrow flowers to offer to Buddha?"

The police officer also gave Jiang Anning the same respect.

Jiang Anning gave a slight gift: "Since it is a small gift given to Brother Cha, it should naturally be handled by Brother Cha, not to mention that this is not much of a gift."

If before, the two of them didn't know what kind of golden-threaded souchong and not golden-threaded souchong, they might have believed this.

But now, looking at Wu Zuo's excited look, I'm afraid it won't be cheap.

Even if you say less, it will cost you dozens of coins and one tael, right?

The old man had no children, so he had enough to eat and the whole family was not hungry. He usually had some spare money, but most of it was used to buy food and drink. Although he was stingy, he was always generous in food and drink.

Anyone who catches his eye will definitely not be cheap.

But they didn't think that Jiang Anning looked so weak and weak, and she was dressed simply and plainly. Her hair was only covered with a piece of tie-dyed cloth, and she didn't even bring a plain copper hairpin. She was here to visit a mud-legged person like Mrs. Zhang. Yes, good tea is not always good tea.

In addition, the tea costing dozens of coins and one tael, in their eyes, is a perfect match.

If it’s not a holiday or a birthday, I wouldn’t be willing to drink it!
The county magistrate didn't even drink tea worth one tael of silver.

So when they later learned that the tea leaves, which were less than two taels, could be exchanged for a silver ingot, the two of them regretted it greatly.

Every once in a while, I would go to the old man to make trouble and get some benefits from him.

Even if you can't take a basket of eggs home, you still have to think about a meal to go with the wine.

The old man scolded the two of them every time, calling them shameless. The money he took home from eating and drinking was already worth more than a piece of silver ingot!
These are all things for later.

Anyway, the two police officers have no idea how much this golden little seed is worth. Just hearing the name, they feel that it is powerful.

Wu Zuo collected the tea leaves and left happily. He didn't mind that these two people used him as a free doctor again.

The officer looked at Jiang Anning and took the initiative to tell her his name: "My surname is Song, and my family calls me Yubao. If you don't mind, little lady, just call me Brother Song!"

Jiang Anning responded knowingly: "Brother Song."

Song Yubao was the official who whipped Zhang before and showed no mercy.

He thought carefully and asked aloud: "Who are the young lady and this thief..."

(End of this chapter)