Chapter 50: Losing a child, joy often begets sorrow
Qin Shaobai ran out quickly.
I saw a dozen men and women standing in front of the grievance drum, all with sad expressions on their faces. The men's eyes were filled with resentment, while the women were covering their sleeves and sobbing secretly.
The drummer was an old man. Although he had white hair, his drumming posture seemed to be very energetic. However, his eyes were full of sadness and anger.
When they saw Qin Shaobai, everyone thought he was just a boy in the yamen and didn't pay much attention.
The drummers continued to play the drums, and the sobbing ones continued to wipe their tears, but there was a hint of vigilance in the eyes of those men.
"You guys, why don't you kneel down when you see the county magistrate?" Boss Qian probably couldn't stand the arrogance of the people in front of him, so he temporarily became a shouting officer.
"Lord County Magistrate? Where is the Lord County Magistrate? We were about to ask him how he managed Nanyang County and allowed our village to suffer such great injustice."
The old man put down the hammer and asked questions one after another, which really made him furious. Looking back at the sad women, he felt even more sad.
"Old man, please don't get angry. Getting angry will hurt your health." Qin Shaobai stepped forward and supported the old man. "I am the magistrate of Nanyang County. If you have any grievances, you can complain to me."
Come together."
Everyone's eyes were fixed on Qin Shaobai. They were suspicious at first, then uneasy, and finally heard a series of kneeling sounds, and more than a dozen men and women knelt down in unison.
"Are you Mr. Qin, Mr. Qingtian Qin?" A woman knelt and moved forward, "We heard that Mr. Qin had found out the truth about the murder of Wang Er, so we came here from home and wanted to ask you to help.
Let us seek justice for our children."
After the woman finished speaking, she didn't feel very sad and started crying again.
With this cry, all the women behind him also cried loudly. Although the men made no sound, they were wiping their tears vigorously.
Qin Shaobai quickly knelt down and helped the old man kneeling in front of him up: "Fellow folks, I am your parents' official, and I will definitely uphold justice for you. I also ask all folks to get up quickly. If there is any case, we will tell you.
Let’s talk later.”
A group of people knelt quietly, no one wanted to get up.
The old man turned around, looked at his fellow villagers, and said in a deep voice: "Folks, don't we come to the county government just to want Mr. Qin to make the decision for us? Now, Mr. Qin is right in front of us, so we can put forward our grievances
Say it."
After welcoming everyone into the hall, Qin Shaobai asked someone to pour hot water and waited quietly for everyone to finish drinking the water and speak.
"Master Qin, our village is called Yonghe Village, which is a village below Cuizhu Town. There are not many people in our village, but everyone lives in harmony. We have lived in harmony and beauty for so many years."
The old man drank a glass of water and began to narrate.
"We have a habit in our village. When a child's birthday comes, the village will hold a flowing banquet, and each family will serve a dish to celebrate the child who has grown one year old."
"Three days ago, we once again celebrated a child in Murakami. We thought it would be a happy day, but who would have thought..."
The old man couldn't talk any more, his eyes were wet, and he coughed a few times.
The women standing behind him began to swallow again.
"Old man, don't be anxious. Let's drink some water first." Qin Shaobai already knew in his heart that something big must have happened in the village. He was actually very anxious to know what happened, but looking at the group of people in front of him, he had not yet recovered from his sadness.
Anyone who comes out of this world, he told himself, must have enough patience.
Sometimes, patience is more touching than responsibility.
"The adults are preparing meals there, and the children are playing in a small square in front of the village."
The old man suddenly beat his chest: "It's all my fault. I saw that the weather was very good that day, so I told them to let the children come out to bask in the sun. If I hadn't said such a word, this wouldn't have happened.
What a tragic thing."
"Master, you have good intentions, I can't blame you for this."
The men and women behind him comforted him in unison.
"What happened in your village?" Boss Qian heard anxiously and couldn't help urging him.
"Our village, alas, all the children in our village, sixteen children, are gone."
Boss Qian groaned and stood up from his chair: "You guys, you also lost your child?"
"Yes, the adults have prepared the meals and went to the small square to call the children back for dinner, but there is no one in the small square. It is as if our children have never been here."
"Yes, we searched everywhere, even draining the river next to the small square, but we didn't see the children." A man interjected, "Master Qin, you never see people alive or dead bodies.
How can we adults live?"
The sobs started again.
"Fellow folks, please don't be so sad. Now that we can't find the children, it's good news. At least it means that our children are still in the world." Qin Shaobai tried to comfort him, and he finally realized that he had the power to persuade people.
The quality was so poor that not only did it fail to appease the crowd, it actually caused more crying.
"Okay, you people, didn't you just lose your child? I came here because I lost my child, and my child was kidnapped on the street. Did I cry? Did I make a fuss? I followed
You said, since we have come to report the case, it means that we trust the government and Mr. Qin, so we have to give Mr. Qin time to sort out his thoughts before he can help us find the child."
What Boss Qian said was so sentimental, well-founded, logically clear, and well-analyzed that it made all the villagers in Yonghe Village stay there, and also made Qin Shaobai in the hall unable to blink his eyes.
Blinking, she just looked at him.
"Master Qin, do you think what I said is right?" Boss Qian clasped his fists at Qin Shaobai, "Master Qin can peel off the cocoons of Wang Er's case and handle it so beautifully, he must be able to help us find the child."
Before Qin Shaobai could pat his chest and express his love, a dozen villagers from Yonghe Village had already knelt down together: "Master Qin, you are Master Qingtian, you must find our child back."
After sending away everyone who reported the crime, Qin Shaobai could sit quietly on his seat for a while.
Although my body was sitting peacefully on the seat, my heart was filled with turmoil.
He had thought that the two cases of missing children should be related to the burial cases of the three children in Yanshan Mountain. However, his heart was still full of desire, hoping that these two cases were just ordinary cases of child theft.
He even thought that Qian Jincai was just taken to play by a joking relative and friend of the Qian family, and that the children in Yonghe Village were just playing hide-and-seek with the adults.
But reality is always contrary to hope, and evil often comes to the world before good things happen.
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