Famous Doctor Woman

Chapter 433 The Prison Disaster (1)
After seeing her father, Mo Yan was relieved and her mood improved a little, the corners of her mouth couldn't stop rising.

Master Liao was suspended, and Liao Xier would not come to the yamen with cakes and snacks to show off. Everything in the yamen of the prefect of Mingzhou returned to normal.

The days when Mr. Wang came to the yamen became less and less, Mo Yan was the only one in the house.During the day, a person sat in the house, yawning from sleepiness.

Because the office location of the office is relatively remote, and the cellar below is the place where the yamen stores the corpses, few yamen servants come here.

The courtyard is not well oriented, and is remote and quiet. There are a few camphor trees in the courtyard, which are gloomy and rarely see light. To read in the inner room, you need to light a candle.

Mo Yan didn't waste time, she prepared pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and started to write forensic handbook, which contained some cases. Through the explanation of the cases, it explained how to do the autopsy more vividly, and expanded its depth little by little, so that the authors could understand it.

Back home at night, Mo Yan studied the classics left by Master Zhu Miracle Physician, and copied the unclear points on paper, and asked Master Zhu Miracle Physician for advice when he returned.

"Miss, you promised to be the host and invite the servants to drink?"

After washing up, Wan Qi Yuling entered the main room, and saw Mo Yan was lowering her head, staring at the corner of the wall slipping away, interrupting her thoughts.

"how do you know?"

After losing her job, Wanqi Yuling set up a bookstall in the vegetable market not far from home, reading and writing letters for others.

Jin Gui, a scholar in this era, thinks that businessmen are lowly, with their eyes in the sky, and they think they are superior, and they will never set up a stall unless they can't live on.

"When I saw Detective Liu, he asked me when I would have a treat. He knows the shopkeeper of Yueranju, so he can wipe away our troubles."

Yueranju is a mid-to-high-end restaurant in Mingzhou City. There are many special dishes in the restaurant. Last time the case of Qin Sanniang was closed, the magistrate Shang paid his own money to invite everyone to have a meal at Yueranju. In mind.

As an errand in the yamen, there is a fixed amount of money every month, which is more decent than some car dealers, and the income is also higher, but it is limited to being a little richer than the common people, and it is still not affordable to go to restaurants.

"Captain Liu, are you taking it seriously? I'm talking on the spot."

Mo Yan stuck out her tongue and smelled the fresh smell of Wanqi Yuling. It would be better after the cold poison was cured. Although summer can't relieve the heat, winter is equal to multiple stoves. If you lose, you will gain.

Detective Liu is Mo Yan, and it should be said that he is Zhu Erni's staunch supporter. Because Liao Xier made things difficult for her, he often said bad things about Liao Xier in private.

Now the entire yamen, and even the family members of the yamen know that Liao Xier is a dissolute person, and forced Qingsong to leave the yamen, Master Liao was also implicated, during the period of suspension, no one took the initiative to mention it.

"I promised him, but you still want to say that it doesn't count?"

Wan Teng Yuling rubbed Mo Yan's hair with tenderness in her eyes. His fiancée was always so treacherous, and often made this group of people dizzy.

"Hmph, Captain Liu quickly said that you are the one I miss."

Mo Yan was planning in her heart, the two of them hid in the market, and the expenses were quite high. She bought a lot of medicinal materials, made them into pills, and secretly helped the poor people. Yan Dangcheng is a living Bodhisattva who saves lives.

The monthly salary of the yamen is not enough to buy a few taels of good wine, and there are dozens of yamen servants and arresters alone, and she seems to be unable to afford it.

"That's all, please, please, the person who helped me measure the depth of Guojiajing last time, there was a policeman Zhao, do you have any impression? It was the tall fat man."

During the banquet at Shangzhi's mansion, everyone drank a lot. During the dinner, someone talked about family affairs. This arrester Zhao even complained that the salary of the yamen's servant was not as good as that of a relative of his family who raised pigs.

Zhao Kuai seems to have mentioned that his relatives' pigs were sold out as soon as they were fattened, and they were not worried about selling them, and the price was good.

"kindness."

Wan Yuyuling nodded, and had an impression of Zhao Kuai. It would be great if he could provide clues. Through his relatives, he could find out the whereabouts of the pork and determine the location of the private soldiers.

It is rainy in spring in Mingzhou City, and the light rainy morning brings a little coolness.

Another layer of peach blossoms fell in front of the door. The pink petals were wet by the rain and scattered on the ground of the small courtyard. Mo Yan stepped on it, and a layer was stained on the soles of the feet.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, not far from the door, a dirty little beggar almost bumped into her.

"Someone asked me to give this to you."

The little beggar didn't have an umbrella, and his body was already drenched by the rain. It must have been a long time since he came out. His clothes were all patched, his feet were bare, his outstretched hands, and the gaps between his nails were also black.

No matter which city in Dai Viet, there are some beggars.Here, few people regard beggars as a profession, but as a last resort for survival.

The charity halls of the government can't take in too many people. Some children who have lost their parents and their relatives are unwilling to take care of them can only go to the streets to beg and grow up eating a variety of meals. These refugees and beggars are a microcosm of life in the market.

Mo Yan recalled the case of Qin Sanniang. Guo Laoshi also had an equally miserable childhood, but he was luckier than these little beggars, at least he had the kind-hearted villagers of Guojia Village to help him.

Why do you make mistakes every step and go to the last step?Even when he explained the process of killing Qin Sanniang, his original intention was not to let his mother, Zou, suffer physical pain. After all, it was just an obsession in his heart.

He dug out five copper coins from his purse, Mo Yan took the snow-white letter, and gave the copper coins to the little beggar, asking him to save them to buy steamed buns.

"Holding an umbrella can also make yourself drenched."

It was rainy and cold, and the yamen's room equipped with Wanqi Yuling had been there, so she came out to deliver clothes to Mo Yan, and if she got wet, she could change them in time to avoid the cold.

"Well, why did you come out?"

Mo Yan threw the letter into her purse, and only then did she realize that she subconsciously opened an umbrella for the little beggar, but the oil-paper umbrella was out of the way, and half of her shoulders were exposed.

"I'll send you a change of clothes."

Wan Tu Yuling took back Mo Yan's oil-paper umbrella, and the two of them held an umbrella together, and he sent her to the office.

Passing by the market, the familiar street vendors greeted each other. There were not many people buying and selling on rainy days. Everyone was working hard to solicit business. Seeing the two hand in hand, they just gave them a kind smile.

(End of this chapter)