The government will basically not interfere in this kind of murder case. Secondly, the deceased is already dead and cannot speak, so he cannot cry out for injustice.
Xia Zhaoyi walked through the ceremonial gate of the ancestral hall and went to an inner room in the east cross courtyard. Inside was a study room with pens and paper, and the ink on the inkstone was dry.
There is a thick family tree on the side, as well as life notes, life signatures, longevity wishes, death inscriptions, eulogies, and death tablets.
Xia Zhaoyi flipped through the genealogy and picked the most beautiful character. After finishing the ink grinding, she took out the positive elixir paper for writing couplets and the elegiac couplet paper for elegiac couplets.
Written on white paper, scrawled on the general's grave.
Red paper book, Tomb Zhongsen's clothes and bones.
After writing and restoring everything in the house, she left with the couplet and posted it directly above the hall of the Jiang family ancestral hall, covering the original "Father and Son Dengke" and "Inheriting the Ancestor Shangzhi".
The next destination is the Dong Family Ancestral Hall across a hill.
After crossing the mountain, you can see the tender colors of the new year, tall trees and numerous tombs. It is a clear scene of spring, but with the desolation of winter.
There are some old temples and some dilapidated ancestral halls, but they have not changed. They are buildings that continue to be built one after another to pass on some ancient absurdity.
It is primitive barbarism and tyranny, but it is disguised as a civilization, euphemistically called tradition, but in fact, after every man's name that can be included in the family tree, there is no one who does not hide the blood and tears of others. Or one "other", or two
"Others", or groups of "others".
After entering the Dong family ancestral hall, Xia Zhaoyi also chose a beautiful calligraphy from the family tree, and then took the same Zhengdan paper and elegiac couplet paper.
Write on the white paper: Old tree branch gate.
The red paper says: Cooking soul in oil pan.
After walking towards the main lobby, the girl turned and left.
These words will spread quickly. With the rapid spread of folk rumors and the many versions, it is unknown what will happen if they are introduced into the imperial city.
However, it will soon be the Li family's turn.
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The Guangfang River is ten feet wide, with a stone bridge connecting the two ends. There is a constant sound of oars in the middle river, and the sound of water gurgling away, embracing half of the city.
Zhili burped and looked at the half bowl of soy milk in his hand: "I didn't eat much."
The vendor was amused by him: "Brother, this is the second bowl, and you still have five vegetable buns to eat."
"This delicious soy milk, I can drink three bowls of it!"
The hawker was very happy: "The guest really likes it, come back tomorrow!"
Wei Dongyou came back from doing errands outside. When he passed by, he glanced at Zhili and stopped: "Does it taste as good as this?"
"There are some," Zhili picked up a bowl of fresh ones, "come and have a taste."
"It still doesn't work. I can't drink water. I'm so busy that I don't even have time to go to the toilet." After saying that, Wei Dongyou waved his hand, claiming that he still had something to do, and went to the inn.
Zhili looked away and said to the hawker: "What a pity, he has no luck."
The hawker was so elated that his whole body shone in his eyes.
But when the word "mouth-fu" came up, Zhili suddenly thought, why not let the hawker pick a bucket directly to Hengyuan Study Room tomorrow?
Just as he was about to express his thoughts, several screams suddenly came from the other side.
Zhili quickly turned his head to look.
Not only him, but everyone on this shore looked at it.
A fierce horse broke free and was galloping through the crowd, rushing towards another part of the long street.
"Oh, what a vicious horse!" the vendor shouted.
"Yes." Zhili said.
The crowd gave way, and wherever the Crazy Horse went, there was a series of screams.
Zhili watched it run to another place, thought for a while, put down the soy milk in his hand and ran towards the stone bridge.
Before he even got off the bridge, he saw a group of children standing in the middle of the road at the other end who were looking back and were laughing and playing.
"No!" Zhili shouted, and just as he was about to rush away, a tall and burly man suddenly rushed out, hugged the four or five children and threw them towards the roadside.
The powerful horses galloped past, and the crowd rushed up to see the man and the children.
Zhili breathed a sigh of relief and ran away.
The fierce horse was stopped in front, and many porters holding poles beat the horse wildly.
The children were frightened and cried loudly. Each of them had a huge layer of skin scratched on their face, and they cried the loudest.
Fortunately, the parents of these children were nearby and came over when they heard the sound.
Zhili looked at the man. He was about thirty years old, tall, with dark skin. If you didn't look carefully at his face, you wouldn't be able to notice that he had a few scars.
Everyone else was praising him, but he said nothing and turned around to leave.
Zhanli admired it with his eyes, and gave a thumbs up in his heart.
Unexpectedly, the mother of a child suddenly shouted: "Stop!"
Everyone looked at her.
The big man also turned around.
"There's nothing wrong with their faces, why did my daughter have such a large layer of skin rubbed off her face?! How can you tell my daughter to see anyone in the future!"
The big man frowned and looked at the child.
The child opened his mouth and burst into tears.
"It's too much," Zhili said in a low voice, hiding behind the crowd, holding his nose with his hand and shouting, "Repay kindness with revenge, you white-eyed woman! Everyone scold me together!"
He ran to the other side and continued to shout: "It's you! If they don't save you, your baby will be dead!"
"That's right," someone followed, "you are unreasonable!"
"What a white-eyed wolf!"
"I don't know why, but someone saved you, saved you!"
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Neighbors around him criticized him.
The big man's eyes immediately locked on Zhili who was gloating about his misfortune.
He looked around, raised his eyebrows at him, smiled brightly, and raised his hand.
The big man turned around and left with gratitude in his eyes.
A small storm passed quickly.
The fierce horse was killed on the spot and cut into pieces.
The blood flowed directly into the street, and neighbors came to get bags and basins to share the meat.
Zhili couldn't bear to see this scene, so he turned around and went back to Shiqiao. After crossing the river, he returned to Yanbo Tower.
The big man who rescued people kept walking eastward and asked people about several places on the way.
As soon as he walked away, someone immediately approached the passers-by who had been inquired about and asked what the big man had inquired about.
A carriage was parked on the roadside.
A man walked quickly towards the carriage: "Miss."
Zhang Yunyun sat in the carriage and asked, "What's wrong?"
"The rescuer is neither a boy nor a girl. He comes from a foreign country and was looking for some blacksmiths along the way."
"Alone?"
"Um."
Zhang Junjun raised her eyebrows lightly: "I know, let's move on to the second step, let's fight in a melee."
"Yes." The man left.
Xiaojing heard the footsteps and left, her face showing some uneasiness and hesitation.
"What?" Zhang Yunyun looked at her, "What are you thinking about?"
"Madam, a horse died in vain..."
"It's just a horse."
"But this melee may hurt more innocent people."
Zhang Junjun lowered his face and looked forward: "Zhang Zui."
Xiaojing paused, then raised her hand and hit herself hard in the face.
"Don't show off your self-righteous kindness and kindness in front of me," Zhang Junjun said coldly, "Slap again."
Xiaojing held back tears and raised her hand to slap her face again.
