In the courtyard wall with accumulated stones, two blue brick houses are located in the center.
At this moment, smoke is curling up from the roof, hens are pecking in the yard, and a dog is taking a nap under the eaves. It's like a leisurely farmhouse scene.
"Sir! It's now and we haven't come down from the mountain yet. Why don't we go to the temple and wait?"
Mr. Wang nodded and bowed to Mr. Li. He glanced at the simple environment around him, and a look of contempt flashed in his eyes.
Li Zheng was unhappy because his family was the richest in the village and his two blue-tiled houses had always been his pride.
As soon as the royal secretary entered the courtyard, he began to dislike this and that, his eyes and mouth were full of disgust.
"The house is simple, please forgive me, sir, and please have some tea!"
Although Li Zheng was unhappy in his heart, he still had a smile on his face and called to the timid mother-in-law to put tea on the table.
When Master Wang saw the dark and turbid tea soup and the tea foam floating on it, he immediately curled his lips and did not pick it up.
Li Tuiguan was upset and did not lose face to Lord Wang at all after hearing this.
"The corpse hasn't been dug up yet. Why go back? Let's wait until they come back!"
"Sir! The corpses are being dug up!" At this time, a government servant hurried in and shouted.
"Oh? Finally found it!" Li Tuiguan immediately stood up excitedly. Su Yizhao was right, the body was on the mountain.
Ju Mingyi circled around the body and then began to perform an autopsy on it.
"Look at this wound. It's obvious that it was injured by a sharp blade. Can you tell what kind of weapon it is?"
Su Yizhao stood behind Ju Mingyi with a pen and paper in hand and asked impatiently.
"The weapon is triangular in shape, with sharp edges on both sides."
Ju Mingyi took the lead in checking the wound on Yang Ding's abdomen and quickly came to a conclusion.
"Punctured the abdomen, injured the organs, lost too much blood, and died on the spot."
Ju Mingyi's description was concise and to the point. He was holding scissors at the moment, ready to disembowel him.
Su Yizhao stepped forward, observing carefully and recording.
"It's not unusual to have scratches on the back of your hands. Whether you go up the mountain by yourself or are dragged up the mountain, there will always be traces." Ju Mingyi said calmly.
"When the body was exhumed, he was only wearing his inner clothes. Seeing that the clothes were not much damaged, it can be seen that he took them off before burying the body."
Su Yizhao immediately thought of the key point, and then began to analyze it.
Ju Mingyi nodded appreciatively, "I had eaten food and drank wine during my lifetime. Before I could digest these, the deceased was killed."
Su Yizhao quickly wrote down these clues and connected them all.
"After drinking and going up the mountain, the time will match what Yang Zhuhao and his wife said."
There were no valuable clues after that, so Su Yizhao focused on the murder weapon.
"This murder weapon is very special! If we can analyze what the murder weapon is, it should not be far from the truth."
Su Yizhao thought hard, "It's a pity that she is not an ancient aborigine, and she has not done much research in her previous life. Naturally, she doesn't know much about those cold weapons."
Ju Mingyi had already finished suturing and cleaning his hands. Hearing what Su Yizhao said, he also began to think deeply.
"Where is the body? Has the examination been completed? Are there any major discoveries?" Officer Li entered the shed at this time and asked the two of them.
Su Yizhao glanced at Ju Mingyi and saw that he was packing his things without saying anything.
Yes! You are so arrogant that you make me look like one of your staff members. She has no choice but to roughly summarize the clues!
"Look, this is the wound I just told you about. We haven't figured out the murder weapon yet!"
Su Yizhao pointed to the wound of the deceased, and then handed the inference and inspection records he recorded on the paper to Li Tuiguan.
The three of them thought hard for a long time, but could not come up with a reason.
It was already noon, and everyone was hungry. Li Zheng warmly invited him, so they moved to Li Zheng's house for dinner.
Li Tuiguan took great care of Su Yizhao and let him sit at the same table.
The dishes on the table are very rich, including chicken and meat. The food in the farmhouse is not as exquisite as that in the rich family, but with limited seasonings and simple cooking, you can still explore the deliciousness of the dishes.
Except for Mr. Wang, who had a calm expression on his face, no one was critical. Even Mr. Li did not say much.
Su Yizhao had observed Li Tuiguan for so long. Apart from some common problems among scholar-bureaucrats, Li Tuiguan was also conscientious in his duties and a good official who cared for the people.
After hastily finishing their meal, everyone thought about going back.
While everyone was cleaning up, Su Yizhao walked towards the kitchen.
In the kitchen, the wife of the wife was busy in an orderly manner, clearing away everyone's dishes and preparing to wash them.
Her daughter-in-law stood aside and muttered something.
"We just killed the chickens we had raised for two years, and even killed three. We bought so much meat at the entrance of the village that we didn't even eat a bite. Those officials ate less, and those poor lords were so good at eating.
There’s not enough meat to fit between your teeth.”
Li Zheng's wife was a little dissatisfied because she ate the chicken that laid eggs.
"Ouch! Keep your voice down, those officials haven't left yet! They're all uncles, we can't afford to offend them. Your father is an upright person, and our family is the only one with a brick house in the village. If our family doesn't entertain, who will?
"
The wife of the Li Zheng family sighed after saying this. In fact, she was feeling distressed in her heart!
Su Yizhao felt a little guilty after hearing this, but she had forgotten that this was not the farmhouse in her previous life, and those people probably didn't give any money.
Su Yizhao took out a twenty-tael silver coin from his body, looked at it, and planned to put it on the stove next to the door.
"Oops! When I bled the chicken before, I forgot to put the basin in. It was your father who wiped the neck with a knife and didn't know how to use a bamboo pipe to connect it."
The village chief's wife was a little dissatisfied. This chicken blood was still a meat dish!
Su Yizhao suddenly had an idea flash in her mind. She put down the money and ran out in a hurry.
"Master Li, I have probably guessed what the murder weapon is!" Su Yizhao stopped Mr. Li who was about to climb onto the carriage and said with excitement.
Li Tuiguan quickly shouted in surprise: "What is it?"
"Grandpa Li Zheng, do you know what kind of knife Yangshan uses to kill pigs?" Su Yizhao did not reply, but turned to Li Zheng and asked.
Li Zheng, who was seeing him off, was stunned when he was asked. After thinking for a moment, he said: "That guy has so many things, I can't tell them apart."
Su Yizhao frowned and pondered for a while, "Have you seen his guy? Is there a tool among them that is sharper and can also bleed at the same time?"
Li Zheng said without hesitation: "I've seen it before! I was watching him when he was killing pigs! Are you talking about the sharp trough used to kill pigs? I have seen him use it. Others use sharp knives to kill pigs, but he is different.
, it’s that sharp groove that’s used.”
"The trough? What is it? Is it in his home?" Li Guan thought that it might be the murder weapon.