After venting for a long time, Ni Qiufeng finally told the whole story.
Zhaodi Jiukuang has a taste for marrow, so she gritted her teeth and came to Ni Qiufeng to get some pills early this morning. It happened that Ni Qiufeng had gone out early in the morning, so she told Mrs. Zhang Hu.
As soon as Zhang Hu heard that Ni Qiufeng was selling out a pill for a fortune, he immediately became interested. The day before yesterday, Fei Jingting was locked in the room boiling medicine. When he smelled the honey, he ran to lean on the window and look at it. When he got back, he followed Zhang Hu
Shi said.
After linking the cause and effect, Zhang Hu concluded that the pill belonged to Fei Jingting. Zhang Hu was so angry that she cursed, angry that Ni Qiufeng had made money without telling her, and also angry that Fei Jingting was involved in this matter.
After getting angry, the old woman had a strange idea. When Ni Qiufeng came back for dinner at noon, Zhang Hu took the opportunity to steal Ni Qiufeng's money and spent three oceans.
When Ni Qiufeng asked, Mrs. Zhang Hu finally said it. Earlier, Mrs. Zhang Hu heard from the woman next door that there was a way to get Tibetan silver. A piece of ocean could buy a lot of it, and if it was melted and sold as silver, she would definitely make a lot of money.
Mrs. Zhang Hu took the money, turned around and ran to the old woman to buy a lot of Tibetan silver jewelry, expecting to melt it back and make a lot of money.
Hidden silver? Fei Jingting thought about it, it seems that this thing is white copper, right? Don't think about it, Zhang Hu must have been tricked.
After clearing up her mood, Ni Qiufeng regained her composure and said, "Brother Fei, don't worry, I can't give you the money. I'll pay it back to you when I make money later."
"fine."
"A lot of them were sold today. I estimate that these pills will be sold out in less than two days. Brother Fei, when will you make more pills?"
Fei Jingting smiled and said: "I came here today to teach you how to make pills. I wiped my eyes and cried till I turned into a rotten peach."
There were still a lot of medicinal materials bought last time, and Fei Jingting guided Ni Qiufeng step by step to make pills. There is no technical content in making pills, but it requires patience.
Ni Qiufeng was clever and dexterous, and the pills she kneaded out were of the same size and texture, much better than Fei Jingting's. She kept thinking about things and didn't say much, only occasionally showing a slightly bitter smile to Fei Jingting.
Fei Jingting compiled the mechanics part in the afternoon. Ni Qiufeng made the pills and asked Fei Jingting to take them away, saying that she would pick them up at Fei Jingting's new residence when she needed them.
Fei Jingting agreed. Seeing that it was getting late, Fei Jingting went out with his cart to eat something, and then returned to his new residence.
One night passed, Fei Jingting stayed up late last night practicing the Art of Impersonation, and didn't wake up until three o'clock in the morning.
"Sign in."
"Ding! Sign in and reward the host with a retro desk lamp."
Tsk, okay. There is a desk lamp to help you get up at night.
When going out to eat, Fei Jingting's mind turned to the murder case again, and he always felt that there was something strange in it. Seeing that the time was only half past ten, he rode his bicycle to Qiushan Road again.
In front of the second floor of the small building, Li Zhizhang stood at the door to greet him. From time to time, colleagues came to express condolences, and Li Zhizhang would chat with them for a few words.
"Hey, brother, why are you here?"
Fei Jingting couldn't explain clearly, so he said: "I couldn't help yesterday, and I feel bad about it, so I came over to take a look."
Li Zhizhang sighed and said, "You can't blame anyone else for this. Who allowed Xiaojin to have such a wife? No more, you go in first and we'll talk later."
"good."
Fei Jingting entered the second floor of the small building and saw that the living room had been decorated as a mourning hall. Jin Yaozu was sitting on his knees wearing hemp and mourning. Two coffins were placed side by side, but Jin's father was nowhere to be seen.
Thinking about it, if a person with white hair is sending a person with black hair, Jin's father is really not suitable to be there.
After a while, relatives of the Jin family arrived one after another, and two young men replaced Jin Yaozu. At this time, the folk customs were much cleaner and more open than before, and etiquette and rules were no longer so strict.
Fei Jingting found the right opportunity, leaned next to Jin Yaozu, and said, "Kid, can we talk about what happened last night?"
Jin Yaozu was very vigilant, and when he saw that Fei Jingting was a familiar face, he responded with a hoarse voice.
Fei Jingting took out a notebook and took the trouble to make notes while asking repeated questions. When the questioning was over, the look he looked at Jin Yaozu suddenly became unclear.
After coming out of the second floor, he took Li Zhizhang, who was still at the door, to the corner, handed him a cigarette, and lit it himself. He didn't know how to speak for a while.
Li Zhizhang took a puff, looked at the filter and said, "This cigarette is weird, why does it have a butt?"
"The filter is used to prevent tobacco from entering the mouth."
"High-end goods, where are they produced?"
Fei Jingting joked: "Nanyang goods."
"nice one."
After thinking for a while, Fei Jingting said: "Inspector Li, let me ask you a question, what do you think of when you think of children?"
"Child?" Li Zhizhang was a little surprised, thought for a moment and said: "A child with a yellow mouth and a childish talk? I don't know if there are more. Hehe, I don't have a child yet."
Fei Jingting smiled: "Well, you are right. But there is also a kind of child, who is a brat but a devil, and extremely naughty."
"Um...I don't understand what you are saying. What do you mean?"
Fei Jingting did not answer, but asked: "Inspector Li, I have just returned to China and I am not familiar with it. I don't know the current law. What is the punishment for a six-year-old child to kill someone?"
"If you ask someone else, I may not be clear about it, but I really know this. According to the law set in the year of Kui Chou, those under the age of fourteen will not be punished." After saying this, Li Zhizhang suddenly came to his senses and his expression suddenly changed:
"you mean?"
Fei Jingting did not answer directly, casually pulled the record off the notepad, handed it to Li Zhizhang, and said: "Take it back and compare it to see if there is any difference with the previous record.
Let me tell you a little tip, if a person is telling the truth, then when he recalls the situation at that time, the order of the previous and later times must be slightly different, and the words described will also be slightly changed;
On the contrary, if a person is telling a lie, no matter how many times he is asked, his words must be in order, and he may even repeat his previous words verbatim."
Li Zhizhang looked at the two pages of records suspiciously. During the confusing questioning, Jin Yaozu's answer was a little confusing at first, but became more rigorous as he went on, to the point of being word for word!
"Did that kid do it?"
Fei Jingting nodded. A child who is as big as a brat might have learned how to assemble a pistol by watching Jin Xuexin dismantle it. Jin Xuexin did not avoid the child when he hid the bullets. The child's mind is immature, and perhaps the recent fierce quarrel between his parents has long ago
It made him feel dissatisfied.
Therefore, it makes sense to do something outrageous under impulse. After the impulse, he was afraid, so he came up with the excuse of an aunt in white clothes and white hair.
This rhetoric cannot withstand scrutiny at all, but no one has investigated Jin Yaozu in detail, and they just treat it as a child's talk.
He patted Li Zhizhang on the shoulder: "Whether you talk about this or not depends entirely on you."
Fei Jingting rode his bike back, thinking about the shock on Li Zhizhang's face when he said goodbye. He was in such a different place, and I'm afraid it wouldn't be easy for him to handle it. It's not true if he says it, and it's not true if he doesn't say it.
If the story is told, what future will the child have if word gets out? If the child is not told and is not punished, what will happen if the child becomes more and more courageous in the future?
I was just thinking wildly in my mind when I heard someone calling me on the street.
"Jing Tingjun!"
"Teacher Fei, here, here!"
Fei Jingting turned around and glanced, and saw Bian Wenjie jumping up and down and waving his hands, and Reiko Sano standing next to him.
Ding bell~
The bicycle drew a semicircle and stopped in front of the two women. Fei Jingting smiled and said, "Are you planning to go shopping?"
"Kageting-kun." Sano Reiko bowed and greeted.
"Yes. Teacher Sano likes decorations, especially those with Chinese characteristics, so I will accompany her to Nanshi for a stroll. Where is Teacher Fei?" Bian Wenjie asked.
"Me? I'm just planning to go home."
Bian Wenjie rolled his eyes and said, "Then if Teacher Fei is fine, why not come with us for a walk?"
Sano pulled Bian Wenjie and said, "Wenjie-chan, don't be like this, Jingting-kun might have something important to do."
Bian Wenjie pouted and said, "What's the big deal... I only have two classes a week, so I can't find it even if I try to find it."
"Oh, I really have nothing to do in the afternoon, so I will go for a walk with you."
Sano's face was full of joy, but he said: "Really? You won't delay Jingting-kun, right?"
Bian Wenjie on the side had already clapped his hands happily: "That's pretty much it. Let's go quickly. It's very lively over there. My family usually won't let me come over."
Not far away is the busiest place in Jinmen - Sangui.
Sangui is also called Chengnan Wa. In the late Qing Dynasty, that place was the largest puddle, which was said to be larger than Shichahai in Beijing. There is a lively area in the northwest of the puddle, with boats for tourists to rent, and several small islands.
There is also a pavilion.
In the Gengzi Year, the foreign devils occupied Jinmen and demolished the old city, and the people moved southward. Gradually, Nanshi Street was established.
Now, the puddles have almost been filled up, and the streets are crisscrossed, with three religions and nine streams gathering. It is the most lively place in Jinmen, comparable to the overpass in the capital.
Fei Jingting found a place to lock his bicycle and followed the two women into the crowd.
People come and go on the street, which can be said to be a rush. On both sides of the street, there are people selling Dali pills and fake medicines; people selling Zheluo and snacks; people having their heads shaved and braided - it is not surprising, Jinmen is a gathering place for the elderly and the young.
, and they are all the rich ones; those who sell foreign movies, those who set up tea stalls, those who tell fortunes, those who perform magic tricks, those who perform tricks, those who tell stories, those who talk about cross talk, and so on.
The three of them watched the excitement, and occasionally stopped at the stall to buy some small items. After a while, Bian Wenjie had a sandalwood fan in his hand, and Sano Reiko bought an ox horn comb.
After walking out for a while, Fei Jingting felt something and fixed his eyes on a stall on the roadside. The stall was full of air and he was in his thirties. A piece of dirty blue cloth was spread on the ground, with copper coins and bracelets on it.
items like that.
Among the messy objects, there was a thumb-long jade product that had a coveted aura... It was an idea!