"Zhang Sicheng must have heard what Li Chun said just now, right?" Wang Xian asked in a deep voice.
"Yes, I can hear it clearly on the platform." Zhang Yan nodded.
"Is it true?" Wang Xian asked.
"That's true." Zhang Yan nodded and said, "It was precisely because of the evidence provided by the Zhenfu Division that Dali Temple was able to finally convict the prisoner."
"Have you brought the evidence?" Wang Xian asked.
"A portion of the stolen goods has been returned to the owner." Zhang Yan said: "The temple now only preserves Qi Dazhu's murder weapon." He nodded, and the official behind him brought a tray with a rusty dagger on it. Wang Xian
He did not accept the tray, but looked at Li Chun and said, "Look, do you recognize this dagger?"
"I know you." Li Chun glanced at the dagger and nodded: "This is exactly the one we found, the murder weapon used by Qi Dazhu."
"Do you know where this dagger was made?" Wang Xian softened his tone.
"I don't know." Li Chun felt nervous and shook his head.
"Then let me tell you," Wang Xian sneered: "This was built by Zhang's blacksmith shop next to Chaotian Palace, and it was built in August of the year before last, which was already two months after the incident. I really don't know what happened to Qi Dazhu.
Use weapons made in August to kill people in June." When he said this, he looked closely at Li Chun and saw a hint of panic.
"Your Majesty's statement is conclusive. I wonder if there is any evidence?" Li Chunqiang calmed down. He remembered that the matter had been settled.
"Yes, you have silenced Blacksmith Zhang. Where can I find evidence?" Wang Xian sighed.
"Sir, please don't slander," Li Chun retorted loudly: "This is the first time I have heard of the name Zhang Blacksmith Shop, and the theory of silencing it is even more nonsense."
"If you want others to not know, you have to do nothing unless you do it yourself." Wang Xian laughed loudly and said: "I will let you die today to understand." Then he said to Zhang Yan: "Please Zhang Sicheng do me a favor."
"Your Majesty, please give me your instructions." Zhang Yanzhi heard Wang Xian say that the dagger was made in August, and his heart clenched. He knew that the other party was so sure that he could not be wrong.
"Please try to remove the wooden handle of the dagger." Wang Xian ordered.
More than a year later, Zhang Yan looked at the dagger again. He saw that the workmanship was very rough, and the wooden handle was wrapped with twine. He took the ax handed over by the official and gently chopped the wooden handle and twine.
It was broken off, revealing the iron handle in the middle. Zhang Sicheng picked up the iron handle and took a look, and was stunned.
"What's written on it?" Wang Xian asked coldly.
"Made in August of the eleventh year of Yong...le..." Zhang Yanzhi said in shock. Li Chun stared at Wang Xiandao as if he had seen a ghost: "How did you know?"
"I have said that if others don't know, you have to do nothing." Wang Xian smiled coldly and said: "You don't know, right? Just when you thought everything was fine and you could rest easy, there was a woman who never gave up.
In pursuit of the truth, she was Mrs. Liu, the wife of Mr. Yan. In order to clear her husband's grievances, Mrs. Yan traveled to blacksmith shops inside and outside the capital to look for clues. In the end, the hard work paid off. She met Zhang's blacksmith shop next to Chaotian Palace.
When we arrived at Mrs. Zheng, who had just lost her husband, she said, she was shocked and said: "The witness is Mr. Zhang Zheng."
Then I saw a middle-aged woman with a sad face coming into the hall, kneeling in front of the case and saying: "The widow Zhang Zheng is here to greet you, sir."
"Mrs. Zhang Zheng, who is your husband?" Wang Xian asked warmly.
"It's Zhang Dali, the boss of Zhang Blacksmith next to Chaotian Palace." Mrs. Zhang Zheng sobbed.
"How did Zhang Dali die?" Wang Xian asked.
"Last year during the Chinese New Year, my husband ate cakes sent by others and suffered from abdominal pain in the middle of the night. Before the doctor could be called, he bled to death from his orifices," Zhang Zheng said.
"Who sent the pastry? Why didn't you report it to the official?" Wang Xian asked in a deep voice.
"Before my husband died, he did not allow me to report to the official, saying that it would bring trouble to the whole family." Mrs. Zhang Zheng said with tears: "Later, my husband came to check, and he was also diagnosed as dead of illness, so he was buried in a hurry.
...It is said that this disease is contagious, or that people are cremated.”
"Why did your husband say this?" Wang Xian asked.
"He had difficulty speaking at that time, so he just asked me to keep this account book." Zhang Zheng took out a black cloth-wrapped book from her arms and gave it to Wang Xiandao with both hands.
Wang Xian asked someone to take it over, opened it and said, "What kind of account book is this?"
"This is an account book made by the blacksmith shop ordered by the government. During the Hongwu period, the government ordered the blacksmith shop to record every piece of iron it made for future reference. However, later on, the government's control was not so strict, and other shops no longer bothered to do this." Zhang Zheng
Shi said: "Only an honest man like my husband can execute the order strictly."
Wang Xian flipped through the account book and said, "This is the account book from the autumn of the eleventh year of Yongle. Why did your husband ask you to put away this one alone?"
"The civilian woman didn't know it at first. Later, Madam Yan found the civilian woman and she reminded her that she knew that my husband had made a dagger on the second day of August that year." Zhang Zheng said: "The government prohibits the making of daggers.
Our shop makes farm tools and cooking utensils, not even kitchen knives. My husband didn’t intend to take this job...but he was intimidated and forced to illegally make this dagger."
Wang Xian nodded and said, "Are there any marks on the ironware sold by your family?"
"Yes, my husband will always carve the character Zhang on it." Zhang Zheng said: "But he was afraid of getting into trouble, so he didn't carve his last name on the dagger, but the date..."
"Who asked your husband to make the dagger?" Wang Xian asked.
"I haven't seen him before. He is a man in his thirties with a hooked nose, and a piece of eyebrow is missing on the left side." Zhang Zheng shook his head and said: "I don't know if he asked me to beat him, but I happened to be in the shop on the day I took the dagger.
I took a look at him because his nose was very special. Later, Madam Yan reminded me of it again and again, and I finally remembered this person."
"You step aside first." Wang Xian nodded, asked Blacksmith Zhang's wife to step aside, and then ordered: "Pass on the work."
The next moment, a middle-aged man wearing a gray cloth gown knelt down in the hall.
"Who is here?"
"The villain Jiangning County is married to Qian San."
"Qian San." Wang Xian said in a deep voice: "In the first month of last year, Blacksmith Zhang from Zhang Blacksmith Shop in Chaotian Palace died. Were you the one who went to bury him?"
"It's just a villain." Qian San admitted.
"What kind of acute illness does he have? Why does he need to be cremated?" Wang Xian said coldly: "Think carefully before answering. I will only give you one chance. If you hide anything, you will be sent to jail to eat."
Qian Sandeng was sweating profusely and hesitated to speak.
"If you don't say it, you are hiding it." Wang Xian said coldly.
"I said, I said, Mr. Zhang was suffering from typhoid fever. According to the regulations of Yingtian Mansion, patients with typhoid fever should be cremated after death," Qian Sandao said.
"But according to what the family members said, it only took half an hour from the time Zhang Tiejiang got sick to the time he died." Wang Xian said coldly: "Is this a symptom of typhoid fever? Are you trying to commit suicide, you idiot?"
"Young man, I don't dare," Qian Sandeng said, sweating profusely: "Perhaps the disease has occurred before, but the family members ignored it... There are also cases where you don't see a doctor when you are sick and just hold on."
"How dare you speak so harshly?" Wang Xian snorted, patted the account book on the case and said: "At the early stage of the onset of typhoid fever, the patient will be weak and chilly, but Blacksmith Zhang was still working hard in the past two days. This is because he has typhoid fever.
How does it look like?" He said, taking out a fire stick from the stick, throwing it heavily on the ground and saying: "I think you are tortured without crying without seeing the coffin."
The wolf-like officer took out his finger-clip stick and asked Qian San to put it on. Qian San had been in public life all his life. He knew that if he used this trick, his hands and feet would be disabled and the root of the disease would fall. How could he wait and endure it?
Can't be punished? He quickly shouted: "The villain confessed. The villain confessed but said that that day I was ordered to go to Zhang Dali's house to bury someone. On the way, I met Li Baihu from Fusi, Beizhen. He pulled me into the alley.
, gave me a pile of banknotes, and told me to bury the person when he told me that he had typhoid fever and that he had to be burned to survive. The villain is a humble widower, but he does not dare to offend the hundreds of households in Zhenfusi, so he can only act according to his orders."
Having already confessed, he naturally wanted to do his best to be honest and meritorious: "However, after the cremation, the villain inspected Zhang Dali's bones and found that they were all black. It was obviously arsenic poisoning. This adult only needs to open the coffin and conduct an autopsy to find out."
"Who is Li Baihu?" Wang Xian asked.
"This..." Qian San glanced at Li Chun, who saw a strong murderous intent in his eyes.
"Don't be afraid. After being exposed, you will not only be spared from prison, but I will also protect you from harm." Wang Xian reassured him: "What's more, there are only a few dozen Fusi households in Beizhen.
There are several people with the surname Li. You can find them out without telling me, but then you will be sent to jail."
"I said, I said," Qian Sanyi thought, and immediately confessed: "It's Li Zhenfu's nephew, Li Gou'er."
"Pass on Li Gou'er." As soon as Qian San finished speaking, Wang Xian immediately gave the order, as if he had rehearsed it in advance. This made everyone in the hall dumbfounded, and they felt that everything was under Wang Xian's control, and this time it was just a matter of leaving.
It feels like a formality.
Li Gou'er was also carried up. He was also one of the three people spanked by Wang Xian that day. However, he did not pretend to be dead at this moment. He was still cursing when he was carried up.
"It's him, it's him." Before Qian San could speak, Zhang Zheng was already staring at Li Gou'er's aquiline nose and screamed: "It's the dagger he took from my husband."
Li Gou'er was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and looked around. He didn't know Zhang Zheng, but he knew Qian San. What else didn't he understand? He looked at his uncle as if asking for help, and saw that Li Chun kept using
Glancing at Zhang Gouzi
As expected of a blood uncle and nephew, Li Gouer actually understood what Li Chun meant and fainted after imitating him...
The audience outside the lobby were all dumbfounded. Is this okay? But even ordinary people think this is unreliable. If you can avoid the first grade of junior high school, can you still avoid the fifteenth grade? Do you pretend to be fainted until the end?