Young Master Mei sighed with emotion: "I didn't expect it to go so smoothly. I'm worried that you won't be able to bear it."
"Fortunately, people in the world are always a bit eccentric." Mu Yunhan praised him: "Brother Mei is becoming more and more powerful now, and he knows a little bit of everyone."
Although the young master Mei she met at the beginning was kind and had a wide circle of friends, he was definitely different from what he is now.
Young Master Mei was silent for a moment and said softly: "I always think that if I had known a few people from all walks of life back then and been better informed, maybe they wouldn't have ended up in this situation."
My sister will not fake her death and bury her name and become a slave; my mother will not go crazy and her health will deteriorate; my father will not run away from home and his life or death is unknown.
Mu Yunhan comforted him: "The truth will always be found."
Where did that wooden sign come from and what does it mean? One day the truth will come to light.
Next, they went to Zhou Shoubei's house.
The lights in Zhou Shoubei's mansion were bright and the atmosphere was very bad.
After waiting for a long time, someone came out to lead them to see Zhou Shoubei.
Zhou Shoubei's eyes were bloodshot, but his mood was relatively stable. He asked Mu Yunhan to tell him everything he knew in detail.
Finally, he ordered people to take Mu Yunhan and Young Master Mei to see Mr. Tuesday.
Mr. Tuesday's mood was very unstable, and several strong servants could not hold him down.
He kept screaming and struggling, and kept shouting "little brother, little brother".
Mrs. Zhou cried hoarsely. Grandma Zhou wiped her tears and said: "They found him in the most filthy place. They don't know how they did it. They can't explain clearly. It's always been like this. Do you have any ideas?"
Mu Yunhan pondered for a moment, stepped forward to check Young Master Zhou's pulse, and made eye contact with Young Master Mei.
Young Master Mei said: "Miss Mu has a secret recipe handed down from our ancestors. You might want to give it a try."
"Why did I forget this!" Mrs. Zhou immediately regarded it as a life-saving straw: "Quickly, please save him!"
Mu Yunhan simply ground Ruyi tea into powder, boiled it into tea soup, and asked people to drink it for Mr. Tuesday.
After a stick of incense, Mr. Tuesday fell asleep peacefully.
Next, there is a long wait.
At midnight, Mr. Tuesday woke up with clear eyes.
Mrs. Zhou thanked God and thanked Mu Yunhan.
Zhou Shoubei walked in with a chill on his face, grabbed Young Master Zhou's hand and asked, "What's going on?"
Mu Yunhan and Young Master Mei were also curious and wanted to listen. Young Master Zhou walked in and motioned for them to follow him out.
Mu Yunhan knew that he didn't want them to know the case, so he immediately left.
Mr. Zhou stood still in the yard and said calmly: "Captain Yang refused to plead guilty. He insisted that he had received a report that you were a suspect. At most, it can only be regarded as his inability to handle the case."
Young Master Mei hated Yang Captou: "He clearly has bad intentions!"
Mr. Zhou did not express his position and only asked Mu Yunhan: "What do you want?"
This is to thank her for applying medicine to Mr. Tuesday.
Mu Yunhan asked: "When can I take away my servants?"
"It has been found that this matter has nothing to do with them. We can take the person away immediately. However, if necessary, we must be on call." Mr. Zhou called someone to take her there.
Mu Yunhan thanked him and said, "I have one more request. How much money can I pay for a slap in the face for Yang? I heard that suppressing bandits requires a lot of money."
Mr. Zhou stared at her for a moment and frowned: "Maybe, a slap for one hundred taels of silver? How many slaps do you want?" (To be continued)