Chapter 305 Submit the letter to the uncle
"There is no escape from death."
Regardless of whether he escaped with the shackles or injured someone and died, one level will be added to the original guilt.
It's August now, so close to the final day of autumn.
If it is another government office, the official document needs to be submitted to the Ministry of Justice, and it may be delayed until the next year.
However, Guanzhou is a fiefdom of the British king, so he only needs to report it to the Fucheng, and if it is verified by the Fucheng, the execution can be carried out.
Zhang Xuan committed a crime at this time and had no chance of turning around.
Yan Huaiwen hesitated for a moment, and then explained to the waiter what Qiu Jue was, what the Duan Tu month was, and that executions were prohibited on the ten fasting days of each month.
Yan Yu listened to his uncle and counted the days in his mind.
The first month, fifth month, and ninth month are the months of Duantu.
The first, eighth, fourteenth, fifteenth, eighteenth, twenty-third, twenty-fourth, twenty-eighth, and twenty-ninth days of the lunar month are the ten fast days, which are the days when killing is forbidden.
From the beginning of October, every day of the remaining 20 days may become the day of Zhang Xuan's death.
"Uncle, can that little girl survive?" Yan Yu asked.
She is not a pushy person. Zhang Xuan himself begged for death. The current result can be regarded as benevolence and benevolence.
Instead of worrying about when he will die, it is better to care about the sick little girl.
Yan Huaiwen was silent, not wanting to deceive her with lies.
"The doctor said that if she has been having fever for too long, even if she survives, she will have some bad symptoms."
Yan Yu didn't speak for the rest of the journey.
After entering the house, I fetched water, washed my face and hands, cleaned myself, went to my room and changed into new clothes, then went to the kitchen to warm up for a while, and then entered my parents' room.
As soon as he entered the house, he felt like an eggplant beaten by frost. He climbed onto the kang with hands and feet, found the warmest kang head, and sat cross-legged against the wall.
Li Xuemei looked at her curiously, it was rare for her daughter to look like this.
Daya chased me in, "Xiao Er, I'll bring you the food. How about you eating it in the house?"
She got her father's orders to come over and keep an eye on her sister.
After hearing her father's brief mention, Da Ya couldn't bear it and her tears couldn't stop flowing.
Yan Huaiwen:......
Da Ya has been acting so normal these days, almost forgetting that his daughter has extremely shallow eye sockets and loves to cry.
At this time, Da Ya's eyes were red and slightly swollen, and she was trying hard to pull up the corners of her mouth, making her look like she was forcing a smile.
Li Xuemei looked at her, then at her daughter, put on her shoes and got off the ground.
He pulled Da Ya outside to ask what happened. He knew what was going on and asked Da Ya to go back and rest.
Li Xuemei brought the prepared meals from the kitchen and placed them on the Kang table.
"Hurry up and eat some while it's hot."
Yan Yu moved over and took a sip of mung bean porridge and another bite of pickles from Grandma Rong. There was a taste in her mouth and she felt energetic.
Her appetite gradually returned, and Yan Yu's chopsticks were very smooth, and she could even clean the porridge.
"I still want to drink." Yan Yu coquettishly held the bowl to her mother.
Li Xuemei went down to the ground and served her another bowl.
I watched my daughter drink another bowl of porridge.
Li Xuemei said: "Now is a good opportunity. You can take the recipe I copied and send it to your uncle soon."
Yan Yu raised his eyes and asked, "One or three?"
"It's up to you." Li Xuemei handed the initiative into her daughter's hands.
Yan Yu took a bite of the steamed bun, then took another bite, filling her mouth full and chewing hard.
After swallowing, he said: "No matter how many I send, with my uncle's IQ, we can't hide the fact that we have medical books in our hands. We can only confess. Is it appropriate to choose this time?"
They didn't want to keep it secret forever, but they had to find the right time to tell the truth.
Today? Now? Is it a little rushed?
"It's the same sooner or later. You said your uncle can't hide it, so it would be better if we talked earlier.
When the epidemic broke out in Huju, we could say that we didn't think of it for a moment. Just after settling in, things were messy and messy, but now the house has been built and the family is stable.
There was something about Lady Cui being sick before, but now you have gone to Huju to see with your own eyes that the little girl has a fever. It is just right to explain it now."
Yan Yu hesitated: "Would it be better to let dad tell me? My uncle is more tolerant of dad."
The filter is super thick.
"That's inappropriate." Li Xuemei disagreed: "It's precisely because your uncle is too kind to your father. If you think he is hiding it intentionally, you will be heartbroken.
If you expose this matter, it can be said that your father has forgotten those ruined books."
Li Xuemei repeated what they had agreed upon: "Your father bought the books before and probably forgot about them a long time ago. I packed them with me when I was packing up the belongings. When we got here, we wanted to make some paper before I remembered.
After coming down, the old books were stuffed into bags and hung in the river to become pulp.
So, there are only these recipes you copied by hand."
"Shall I copy?" Yan Yu pointed at herself.
"Yes, you copy it." Li Xuemei found another piece of paper and spread it in front of her, "Copy it now. Only then can you explain why you have such impressions, and you have a legitimate reason for practicing calligraphy."
"I just got tired of copying serious books, so I looked for junk books to copy." Yan Yu joked to herself.
Li Xuemei smiled, knowing that her daughter could adjust herself well, and her eldest child was not a pushover.
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"Uncle, am I coming in?" Yan Yu stood on tiptoe at the door and looked around.
Hearing a hum from inside, he looked down at the book in his hand, raised his head and walked into the uncle's room.
Yan Huaiwen is writing on paper made at home.
"Uncle, I have something to show you." She handed over the bound book.
Yan Huaiwen put down his pen, read the content clearly, and raised his eyebrows.
"Where did it come from?"
Yan Yu said what he had drafted countless times in his mind: "It's from our family. I copied it from a book."
"Where is the book?" Yan Huaiwen asked.
Yan Yu expressed her anxiety vividly.
"Uncle, I told you not to be angry. The books... are being made on paper." She didn't wait for the uncle to speak again, and quickly explained: "My mother and I didn't mean it. Dad never said it before. He may have forgotten it himself.
, those books were in tatters, with missing pages and were eaten by insects, one hole after another...
I didn’t know it was useful before, so I thought since I copied it, our family would need to make paper again, so... I tied it into a bag and threw it into the river!"
Yan Huaiwen read through the book again.
Yes, Yan Yu did not take the three sheets she picked out as her mother said, but instead took the copybook she had copied.
She and Li Xuemei both have such notebooks.
Thanks to her for not being lazy, but for listening to her mother's instructions and copying the books separately.
Yan Huaiwen: "Your father brought it home? Where did he get it?"
"Mom said, it has been at home for a few years, and I don't know when dad got it back. She didn't dare to touch his things. Let's go to Guanzhou to pack up our belongings. When I saw there were words on them, I stuffed them into the bag.
Come on." Yan Yu said cautiously.
Yan Huaiwen thought about it for a while, and it seemed like something God could do.
(End of chapter)
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