What happened when Swen Tong died tragically in the car was not a big deal.
There are so many important people in the imperial city, and a mere household doctor is not considered a high official.
It can be said to be small, but not too small.
After all, he is still the doctor of the Sixth Division.
Shi Wentong's body remained at the six-door mortuary on Chenghuang Temple Street in East District for three days.
Liumen inspected the scene late at night and found no trace of the murderer, except for the coachman.
The driver was not Zheng's taxi driver, but a close confidant of Shi Wentong's family. After a short interrogation, he was cleared of suspicion.
"The case of a doctor from the Ministry of Finance who died on the street" originally wanted to be handed over to the Ministry of Finance and let them handle it internally.
But Ke Xiliang, the Secretary of the Ministry of Hubu, replied lightly that all murders that occurred under the emperor's feet, no matter how big or small, were under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Punishment.
The Ministry of Punishment saw that this was not right. It was clearly a sudden death, and they pushed it to the Ministry of Personnel.
He said that all he had to do was ask the Minister of Civil Affairs to eliminate his official status and issue pensions.
The Minister of Civil Affairs was even more reluctant when he heard this. Hearing that Shi Wentong's screams resounded throughout the imperial city when he died, and even the dogs wouldn't eat it, he quickly ordered someone to shirk him overnight.
Several major departments pushed for a day and a night, and finally someone from above said: The death of the doctor from the Ministry of Finance was strange, and the cause of death was to be investigated thoroughly within three days.
All the elders in the city took orders and went to the mortuary one after another for autopsy.
Shi Wentong's body still maintained the same posture as when he died. When the witnesses opened the shroud, they saw that Shi Wentong was in a horrific death state, with his eyes wide open and bloodshot, as if he had been shocked. The body had been left there for a day.
One night, the corpses were covered with spots and became even more hideous. All the prisoners took a breath of cold air in unison. They felt the dark wind blowing in the mortuary, as if someone was shouting injustice in the dark.
All the great men tried for a night, but they couldn't figure out the reason. One experienced man tried to speculate and speculated: he was scared to death.
Of course, several major departments did not accept this conclusion. In the end, they had no choice but to invite an old man who had been working for many years to make a decision.
The old man was eighty-three this year, already a very old man. He tremblingly walked into the mortuary with the help of several disciples.
After a while, the old man frowned and lifted up Shi Wentong's trousers, and he suddenly understood.
"The yang root is purple, swollen and bruised, which is obviously due to excessive yang replenishment, insufficient replenishment of deficiency, imbalance of qi and blood, and acute fire attacking the heart. May I ask Mr. Shi if he has taken any internal tonic recently?"
When everyone heard this, they all thought it was incredible, so they asked Shi Wentong's family members.
After careful investigation, following clues, I even found out the famous doctor's prescription.
This mystery case is finally over.
The truth comes out.
Mr. Shi, he can finally die with peace of mind and rest in peace in his grave.
In the end, the case was handed over to the Ministry of Civil Affairs for handling.
The cause of Swinton's death was not announced, but inside information still came out.
There is no other reason, the main reason is that it is so funny.
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After Zheng's recent implementation of a series of "wealth dispersal" measures, business is now booming. Retail investors who come to make deposits have almost crossed the bank's threshold. Erniang is dealing with important matters and can't get away.
Zhizhi, Pingping, and Lili, who were responsible for visiting the prison, returned and reported to Er Niang that everything was going well for him, and he was even living a comfortable life. Er Niang's eyesight had just dropped a little.
The Ministry of Household Affairs has been conducting searches for several days, but has indeed been unable to find any irrefutable evidence of Zheng's tax evasion. If nothing unexpected happens, the master will be free once the official documents are issued. As for how to appeal for justice afterwards, it is up to the master to decide.
After Er Niang finished handling the important matters at hand, she planned to go to the prison camp to tell the master the great news.
In addition, when Er Niang was returning to Zheng's house by car yesterday evening, the cyclist secretly stuffed a thin wooden pipe into her, saying that it was something the master had entrusted to do, and it must be delivered to the master himself.
She manages the accounts on weekdays, and every month a large amount of money is withdrawn by Mr. Zheng himself, which is called "monthly money." Zheng Erniang guessed that Zheng Xiu may have secretly raised a group of idlers, but Erniang has never interfered.
Now that I look at it, it is indeed true.
Another important thing is that Er Niang followed Zheng Xiu's instructions to investigate a small village called "Bai Li Village". There were some initial clues about this matter, and Er Niang thought that she would have to send the news to the master.
Erniang put away her account books and prepared to leave Zheng's Bank.
Mrs. Zheng took a taxi and was waiting for me for a long time, sending a message.
It is said that there was a strange man in Xiangmanlou who took a sharp stirrup to chop meat and squatted in front of Xiangmanlou to sell meat.
And Chef He, the old man, who has been working in the back kitchen since the opening of Xiangmanlou, didn't know what happened, but he fell in love with that man's knife and insisted on buying it.
When I got on the bus, I started running forward quickly.
"Then buy it?"
Er Niang frowned slightly, wondering in her heart.
How expensive can a knife be? Does she still need to decide?
"The blame lies here." If the rider was Zhizhi, he would have been able to identify him. He was actually the middle-aged cyclist who was prostituted in heaven and earth that night. The rickshaw driver grinned and showed two neat lines of white
Ya: "This subordinate feels something is strange. The man who sells the knife said that he can only borrow the knife but not sell it. He will not sell it for any amount of money. He insists on seeing the master."
Subordinate?
Er Niang was stunned, looking at Xing Xing's back, thinking for a moment, and recognized that this person was Xing Xing who secretly stuffed "things" to her yesterday evening.
How can there be such a coincidence in the world? Erniang lowered her voice and asked: "Who are you?"
He walked faster and faster, and the crowds of people on both sides passed by Er Niang, almost turning into afterimages, but the car pulled extremely smoothly.
"Celebrating the Thirteenth, a happy celebration, the Thirteenth of the first lunar month. Thanks to the master, I didn't give up on the villain when he was in trouble and gave me a hand. Now I am thick-skinned and begging for a few free meals under the master's hand."
Soon, Qing Shisan pulled a cart and hitched Erniang up, arriving at Xiangmanlou without any problems.
In front of the fragrant building, a young man wearing coarse linen clothes was sitting by the steps, holding a cloth bag in his hand. Judging from the shape, it was undoubtedly a meat cleaver.
Chef He squatted aside and earnestly persuaded the young man to sell the knife. As long as it was not excessive, he could pay any amount.
It seems that Chef He really likes that knife.
Erniang got out of the car and took a look from a distance.
The young man was estimated to be in his twenties, and his appearance was not outstanding. It was difficult to distinguish his features among the crowd at a glance. What impressed Er Niang the most was that the young man had a thick, black plaster on his left face, which was particularly conspicuous.
The young man selling the knife saw Er Niang approaching and grinned: "Isn't this sister the master here?"
Er Niang is also decisive in doing business. She will say a few polite words and then ask how much the price is.
"This knife of mine is only available on credit, not for sale!"
Erniang shook her head: "My Zheng family never takes credit."
The young man patted the dust off his body and casually handed the knife that he had held tight all morning to Chef He's hand.
"Sister, I didn't say I won't take the knife money. No more, no less, a full hundred taels of silver. When your master comes back, I will come and get it myself... Hehe."
One hundred taels for a kitchen knife is considered a "sky-high price" in the market, but in Er Niang's eyes, it is nothing. When she looked back and saw Chef He happily running back to the kitchen to try out the knife, Er Niang didn't bother to bargain.
When I tried to find the young man selling the knife and asked for his contact information, he was already lost in the crowd and disappeared.
"Knife loaner?" Qing Shisan was leaning under the tree, wiping sweat with a sweat towel draped over his shoulders. When he saw this scene, he paused, remembering the rumors that had been circulating in the streets many years ago.
Taking advantage of the absence of guests, Qing Shisan sat on the ground, rubbed his feet, took out a stick of dry cigarette from the hidden compartment under the car seat, and lit it with a small fire stick.
Qing Shisan puffed out the clouds and curled his lips and said: "Today is different from the past! Who in this peaceful world still practices these things?"
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"Weird thing!"
The second mother did not take this matter to heart, so she murmured and ordered someone to pack a few side dishes that the master usually likes to eat.
This was her original purpose of taking a detour to Xiangmanlou.
Qing Shisan turned out to be the master's man. Out of her blind trust in Zheng Xiu, Er Niang took Qing Shisan's special car to the prison camp without any other thugs to protect the prison.
After being released all the way, Er Niang came to Room A and was about to tell the master all kinds of good news when she saw Zheng Xiu frowning slightly, lying on his back on the Grand Master's chair, his expression changing slightly.
The second mother looked at Zheng Xiu's face and couldn't bear to disturb him, so she quietly stayed outside the prison.
The clever jailer brought a stool.
"The ancestors of the Zheng family bless you. Old General, if you have a soul in heaven, you will also bless me. Please bless Xiu'er this time."
Er Niang closed her eyes, silently prayed for Zheng Xiu, and greeted the eighteen generations of Zheng family's ancestors, as well as the old father who died heroically.