Farmer’s Blessed Girl

Daji patted him on the shoulder and said, "You just need to rest easy and recuperate. County magistrate Tang will ask you questions later. Just answer truthfully what he asks you."

Erji looked a little dazed, and he asked, "Brother, can this case really be investigated?"

He murmured, "It's been twelve years."

Daji said to him, "Yes."

Erji lay down and remained motionless.

Seeing that the elder brother got up to leave, Er Ji 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 for him, and said in a low voice: "I don't hate it, Miss Man said, it's not your fault, and you are the victim of the murderer."

Daji paused and said, "She is a very smart and kind child."

"Just like her parents?"

Daji nodded and said, "That's right, like her parents."

Erji didn't speak any more.

Daji got up and went out of the house, and saw his son scrambling to hold the slingshot and aim at the trees in the yard. He smiled slightly, stepped forward and pressed his head and rubbed it.

Bo'an shook his head, glanced at his father, and called out "Father" with a reddish face.

Daji nodded, and asked, "How is your homework?"

Bo An just nodded and said nothing.

Daji said: "If you really can't continue studying, just study for two more years. After you have learned everything you need to learn, I will send you to learn Kung Fu."

"Grandpa and grandma want me to study."

Daji knows that kind of pain. He can’t memorize a single article. Obviously he has worked very hard. His wife asked someone to write to him, saying that Bo’an lit the lamp all night and all night to study, but his grades were still average. The husband has to visit the door every once in a while, and every time Boan comes to the door, he is very nervous.

This reminded Daji of the time when he was studying with the young master when he was a child, but at that time he was a servant, and it didn't matter if he could read well or not, as long as he could read a few words, he could be a good book boy, as long as he could fight.

But other hopes were pinned on his son.

So Daji thought for a while and said to Bo'an: "It's okay, there is your second brother, let him go to the examiner, if you can't learn it, go learn Kung Fu, and you can do darts in the future, or you can farm at home."

Bo An lifted his spirits and asked, "Really?"

Daji raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is the second child still able to study?"

"Okay, mother said that the second brother is with her, has a good memory, and studies much better than me."

Daji breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and said: "Then I will ask the second child to take the exam, and I will ask the old lady later, you have read all the words, and you can go to practice martial arts when you can do some articles."

Bo'an cheered up, excitedly holding the slingshot and jumping up.

Daji couldn't help smiling, but he began to think of Bai Shan and Man Baolai in his heart. He looked at Bo'an thoughtfully, opened his mouth, and finally said nothing.

Man Bao and Bai Shan couldn't sleep well, and the presents for Qi Jue were placed on the table, but Man Bao had already recovered from his heartache.

As the night fell and the whole yard fell silent, Man Bao kept replaying what Er Ji saw today and what she heard in her mind. In the end, she couldn't hold it back, 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 the ink stick and ground it in the inkstone, took out the pen and wrote down the names of her parents on a piece of white paper , and added Bai Qi's name below.

When Man Bao was about to write down, he paused, and then wrote a former county magistrate of Shu county and He county magistrate.

Er Ji said that there were still many people who died that day, in addition to the guards of their Bai family, and the servants of the county government...

Bai Shan, who lives next door to Man Bao, didn't fall asleep either. He lay on the bed and thought more. He knew some of the names of those people, but he didn't know more. Worship...

Bai Shan sighed, turned over, and continued to look into the wall with his eyes open.

At this time, County Magistrate Tang didn't go to sleep either, and the light in the study was always on. He spread out the files he found, and copied the names of the people inside onto the paper one by one.

Bai Qi, Zhou Yin and his wife Xia Shi, county magistrate He Ziyun, his eldest son He Chang, yamen 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, and a sensible voice came from outside the house, "Madam, the master is working, why don't you go back first, and I will tell the master right now."

Mrs. Tang was rarely stopped by Mingli, so she stopped and did not force her way, and handed the food box to Mingli, "I'm fine, it's the cold spring, you should pay attention to add some clothes for him. It contains soup, let him drink it and go to bed earlier."

Mingli bowed in response.

Mrs. Tang looked up at the figure reflected in the window, saw that he was still standing in front of the table with a pen in hand, then turned and left.

County Magistrate Tang tilted his head to listen to the movement outside the door, and when Mrs. Tang had left, he took up a pen and added word by word after the row of names, "Dazhen ten years, the collapse of the weir was affected. The 38,000 people..."

The last word was revealed sharply. Magistrate Tang looked at the densely packed names on the big paper on the table, closed his eyes slightly, and opened them again with firmness.

He put down his pen, and when the paper was completely dry, he folded it and put it aside, and started to write again.

Mingli came in with the food box and took out the soup inside, "Master, let's have some soup first."

County magistrate Tang shook his head and asked, "Has the case arrived yet?"

Mingli calculated the time, "I should be able to come back tomorrow."

Magistrate Tang nodded, sealed the two envelopes, and handed one of them to Mingli, "Give it to him when he comes back tomorrow, and ask him to send it back to the capital to father."

Ming should be down.

County Magistrate Tang accepted the other letter, and then glanced at the soup. After thinking about it, he put the letter in a box and locked it. After putting it away, he got up and said, "No more, I'm going back to the main courtyard." .”

Ming complied, and hurriedly sent Magistrate Tang back to the backyard. As expected, Mrs. Tang did not sleep. When she saw Magistrate Tang come back, she raised her head and smiled at him, asking, "Are you done?"

Magistrate Tang nodded without any change, "I'm done."

Mrs. Tang didn't ask what he was busy with, and said: "The young master of the Qi family will have his birthday tomorrow, are you going?"

"That kid is only sixteen or seventeen years old, what kind of life did he live?" Magistrate Tang shook his head without thinking, "I won't go."

"What sixteen or seventeen years old? He's only sixteen years old. If a boy of this age wants to talk about kissing, of course he needs to find time to meet more people."

"Tomorrow there is still work in the yamen," Tang County Magistrate said, "There is a case in the countryside, I have to go down and have a look, you go, if you see Mrs. Qi, you can make up for me."

Mrs. Tang asked curiously, "Homicide?"

County Magistrate Tang coughed lightly and said, "It's theft. Now that the busy spring season has begun, this kind of thing is very sensitive. If the common people get together, if they don't handle it properly, they fight privately, and it may kill someone."

Mrs. Tang nodded without doubt.

Next update around 6pm