Daji patted him on the shoulder and said, "Just rest in peace and recuperate. Magistrate Tang will ask you questions later. Whatever he asks you, just answer him truthfully."
Erji looked a little dazed and asked, "Brother, can this case really be investigated?"
He murmured: "It's been twelve years."
Daji said to him: "Okay."
Erji lay down and remained motionless.
Seeing his eldest brother getting up to leave, Erji opened his mouth and called him in a low voice, "Brother, does Miss Man really not hate me?"
Daji sighed, stretched out his hand to press the quilt on him, and whispered: "No hate, Miss Man said, it's not your fault, but you are also the victim of those who kill people."
Daji paused and said, "She is a very smart and kind-hearted child."
"Just like her parents?"
Daji nodded and said, "Yes, just like her parents."
Erji stopped talking.
Daji got up and left the house, and saw his son holding a slingshot and aiming at the trees in the yard. He smiled slightly, stepped forward, held his head and rubbed it.
Bo'an shook his head, glanced at his father, and called "Dad" with a slightly red face.
Daji nodded and asked, "How are your classes?"
Bo An just tapped his feet and said nothing.
Daji said: "If you really can't continue studying, just go to school for two more years. Once you've learned everything you need to learn, I'll send you to learn kung fu."
"Grandpa and grandma want me to study."
Daji knows that kind of pain. He can't even remember an article. He obviously worked very hard. His wife asked someone to write him a letter, saying that Bo'an spent all night and night in order to study, but his grades were still average.
My husband would come to visit me every once in a while, and every time I came to visit, Boan would become very nervous.
This reminded Daji of the time when he was a child and accompanied his young master to study. But at that time, he was a servant. It didn't matter whether he could read well or not. He just needed to know a few words, be a good scholar, and know how to fight.
But other hopes were placed on his son.
So Daji thought for a while and then said to Bo'an: "It's okay, there is your second brother. Let him take the exam. If you can't learn it, just go and learn kung fu. From now on, you can work as a escort or farm at home."
Bo'an perked up and asked, "Really?"
Daji raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is the second son okay with studying?"
"Okay, mother said that my second brother will follow her. He has a good memory and is much better at reading than me."
Daji breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and said: "Then I will ask the second child to take the exam. Later, I will beg the old lady. If you understand all the words and can write some articles, go and practice martial arts."
Bo'an became happy and jumped up excitedly holding the slingshot.
Daji couldn't help but smile, but he began to think of Bai Shan and Man Baolai. He looked at Bo'an thoughtfully, opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.
Man Bao and Bai Shan couldn't sleep well. The gifts for Qi Jue were placed on the table, but Man Bao had already recovered from his heartache.
As the night deepened and the whole courtyard fell silent, Manbao kept replaying in her mind what she had seen and heard about Erji today. Finally, she couldn't hold it back anymore, so she got up and lit the oil lamp.
Zhou Lijun went home. She lived in this room, so she didn't have to worry about disturbing others. Man Bao took out an ink stick and polished it in the inkstone. After taking out the pen, she wrote the names of her parents on a piece of white paper.
, and added Bai Qi’s name below.
When Manbao was about to write down, he paused and wrote down "Qian County Cheng of Shu County and He County Cheng".
Erji said that many people died that day, including the guards from the Bai family and the county government officials...
Bai Shan, who lives next door to Man Bao, didn't fall asleep either. He lay in bed thinking more. He knew some of those people's names, but didn't know most of them. But now, he couldn't check it openly, let alone go there.
Worship...
Bai Shan sighed, turned over, and continued to look at the wall with his eyes open.
At this time, Magistrate Tang did not go to sleep. The light in the study room was always on. He spread out the files he found and copied the names of the people in them onto the paper one by one.
Bai Qi, Zhou Yin and his wife Xia, the county magistrate He Ziyun, their eldest son He Chang, the government servant Du Zhisong...
More and more names were written on the paper, and Magistrate Tang's heart became heavier and heavier.
After copying the last name on the paper, Magistrate Tang stopped writing. Ming Li's voice came from outside the house, "Madam, the master is at work. Why don't you go back first? I will tell the master now."
Mrs. Tang was rarely stopped by Mingli, so she stopped and did not rush in. She handed the food box in her hand to Mingli, "I have nothing to do. Now is the time of cold spring. Please pay attention to adding some clothes to him. This
There is soup in it, let him drink it and go to bed early."
Ming Li bowed in agreement.
Mrs. Tang raised her head and glanced at the figure reflected in the window. Seeing that he was still standing in front of the table holding a pen, she turned around and left.
County Magistrate Tang turned his head and listened to the noise outside the door. When Mrs. Tang walked away, he took a pen and added word by word after the rows of names, "The Jianwei Weir burst in the tenth year of Dazhen was affected."
Thirty-eight thousand people..."
The last word was like a sharp edge. Magistrate Tang looked at the densely packed names on the big piece of paper on the table. He closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, he became firmer.
He put down his pen, waited for the paper to dry, then folded it and put it aside, then picked up his pen again to write.
Mingli came in with a food box and took out the soup, "Master, let's drink some soup first."
Magistrate Tang shook his head and asked, "Has the case been informed of the case?"
Mingli calculated the time and said, "I should be able to come back tomorrow."
County Magistrate Tang nodded, sealed the two letters he had written, and handed one to Mingli, "Give it to him when he comes back tomorrow, and ask him to send it back to the capital to his father."
It should be understood.
Magistrate Tang collected the other letter and then took a look at the soup. After thinking about it, he put the letter in a box and locked it. After putting it away, he stood up and said, "I won't drink anymore. I'm going back to the main courtyard."
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Ming Li agreed and hurriedly sent Magistrate Tang back to the backyard. Mrs. Tang was indeed awake. When she saw Magistrate Tang coming back, she raised her head and smiled at him and asked, "Are you done?"
Magistrate Tang nodded calmly, "We're done."
Mrs. Tang didn't ask what he was busy with, and said: "The young master of the Qi family will be having his birthday tomorrow, will you go?"
"That kid is only sixteen or seventeen years old. What kind of life has he lived?" Magistrate Tang shook his head without thinking, "I won't go."
"Sixteen or seventeen years old, you're only sixteen years old. If a young man of this age wants to get married, of course he has to find time to get to know more people."
"There will be something else at the Yamen tomorrow," County Magistrate Tang said, "There is a case in the countryside. I have to go down and take a look. You can go and find Mrs. Qi to help me make up for it."
Mrs. Tang asked curiously, "Homicide?"
County Magistrate Tang coughed lightly and said, "It's a theft. Now that the spring rush has begun, this kind of thing is very sensitive. People get together. If it's not handled properly and they start fighting privately, someone may be killed."