Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 177 The Pit Depth 053 Meters Rescue People (3)
"I beg you to save this woman's life."

"Saving her life is very helpful to the case, and I hope that the envoy will help the next official." Zhang Zhixian understands the temper of this privy envoy, and the person he refuses to heal is even a prince, a duke, and a minister who come to plead for mercy. It doesn't work, but this case is now full of turmoil. If there is no good solution, it will be difficult for him, the county magistrate, to talk to the magistrate, and it will be difficult to gain face in front of the people.

Xiao Qian glanced at the schadenfreude Mo Jiu, and finally rolled his eyelids, "Lift her to the kang, open the window, and let the air in."

If the magistrate of Zhang County receives an amnesty, he will send people to act quickly.

A group of people gathered around, but Mo Jiu was not interested in that, her eyes fell on the mattress that wrapped the corpse.She wasn't very afraid of the dead, especially with so many people in this room, but she still felt uncomfortable when she smelled blood when she approached.

She didn't want to look at it at first, but Wu Zuo just opened the mattress covering her face. From the slipped corner, she took a casual glance and saw the pale and stiff face clearly - then, Ji Lingling shivered.

The man's face was familiar.

It was Shiguzhai who sold jade carvings of ladies to Shen Shimao.

How could it be such a coincidence?Mo Jiu remembered that at that time, this person claimed to be an antique dealer. Such a person should have no enemies. Why was his life cut off after he died?

The old woman next to the corpse probably saw Mo Jiu's unusual expression, sobbing, she raised her head and asked, "Young gentleman, do you recognize my son?"

Mo Jiu came back to his senses, smiled at her, and comforted her, "I've never met your son, but seeing him go away at such a young age, I can't bear it."

Being comforted, the old woman cried even harder, rambling on about how filial and well-behaved her child was, but she implied that her daughter-in-law was not good, and she accused her daughter-in-law a lot, "It's all That heartless bitch killed my son, my poor son."

Mo Jiu narrowed his eyes slightly, "Why did Auntie say that?"

The old woman opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but seeing that there were many people in the room, she gritted her teeth, as if it was difficult to speak, she shook her head and just wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and refused to say any more.

It's not good for Mo Jiu to ask about these things when people are sad, so he just said "sorry", and then quietly exited the door, chatting with a few villagers who were watching outside.

The villagers are in awe of him and know everything.

Soon she learned something.

The name of this dead man was Zeng Si. He used to be a shopkeeper who went from house to house, and he often went to ten miles and eight villages to sell some goods and made a little money.But his mother was ill, and the family had a lot of expenses. Later, somehow, he got into the habit of gambling, and he began to make ends meet.The wife of the Zeng family had no choice but to go to the river bank to be a boat maid occasionally behind her mother-in-law's back, earning some money to support the family.

Most of the mother-in-laws have a bad relationship with their daughter-in-law, and the Zeng family is the same. The mother-in-law is sick and doesn't know what's going on, so she always suspects that her daughter-in-law is having an affair with a wild man, and she often yells at her. Everyone in the village sympathizes with Zeng housewife.

This morning, the neighbor next door once heard what seemed to be a quarrel in the Zeng family, and then heard Zeng Siniang crying bitterly. When the neighbor rushed over, it was already like this.

When Mo Jiu thought of the pale-faced woman from before, he felt a tinge of sympathy.The sorrow of being a woman is especially profound in this day and age.

The old woman inside was still crying, "My poor son!"

But Mo Jiu felt more sympathetic to the woman whose tongue was cut off.

(End of this chapter)