Fox Road Travel Notes

"This, this might be him..."

Sun Laoer was still making up nonsense. Chen Zifu was shocked and raised his eyebrows: "Shut up!"

"You rebellious and unfilial thing, do you want to say that this is the stolen money accumulated by your father, Sun Qing, as a thief?"

"Open your eyes and take a look. The silver ingots are all marked with the mark of "Sihai Bank"."

"Sihai Bank was established five years ago in Shunzhi, but Sun Qing passed away in the first year of Shunzhi. Do you still dare to quibble?"

Sun Laoer sat slumped on the ground, his face was ashen, his head was covered with cold sweat, and he said no more.

Chen Zifu ordered: "Bring Chen to court!"

Not long after, two women brought Chen to the court.

The government officials looked at each other and realized that this case might not be as simple as a thief.

Chen Zifu picked up the ring and asked someone to deliver it to Chen. She only glanced at it twice before tears flowed down her face.

He knelt down in front of the hall with a plop and cried: "This, this is exactly what my husband has with him, sir..."

Chen Zifu asked someone to help him up and said warmly: "Since this is your husband's thing, why didn't you mention it before?"

Chen lowered his head and said, "I have only seen this jade ring once when I was packing his luggage."

"He said that this was for his friends in Jingli, but I, I didn't care..."

Chen Zifu nodded, turned around and ordered the Yamen servant: "Search his body, be sure to search carefully, don't miss anything!"

Soon, a pile of broken bits and pieces lay in a mess at your feet.

When Mrs. Chen saw his purse containing broken silver, she cried out: "This, this is embroidered by my own hands. It is something that belongs to my husband. Why, how..."

Before he finished speaking, the man had already fainted and fell to the ground.

Over there, Sun Laoer, seeing what happened was exposed, calmed down, made an innocent and confused expression, and kept shouting that he was wronged.

Seeing this, even the always kind-hearted Yang Jiaoyu was so angry that the Three Corpse Gods jumped.

His face was full of anger, and even the hand stroking his beard couldn't help shaking, and he shouted: "Hit me, hit me hard!"

"This thief is really crazy. Break his legs first and see if he can move!"

Chen Zifu was stunned. When he tried a case, unless it was a cunning person who was unyielding to his parents and refused to admit his guilt, he would always give people a chance to plead their case, and he would rarely use punishment.

Today, I never thought that this usually modest and indifferent old master would be so angry.

The government officials took the order and immediately dragged Sun Laoer down to the hall and beat him until his skin and flesh were torn.

Sun Laoer screamed in agony and was about to beg for mercy when one of his own shoes was stuffed into his mouth.

Chen Zifu hesitated and said: "Yang Jiaoyu..."

The old master calmed down, took a sip of tea, and shouted: "Drag him back!"

He turned to Chen Zifu and smiled bitterly: "I, alas, I lost my composure!"

"If I encountered this kind of people every day, I would be angry to death!"

"I am still suitable to teach students in the county school..."

Chen Zifu smiled and said: "I admire the old master's ancient ways and his warm intestines!"

He turned around and asked Sun Laoer: "The evidence is all there and the case is solid. Do you want to take action?"

Sun Laoer was beaten with bamboo slices and stir-fried meat, and his butt was dripping with blood. He lay on the ground like a dead dog.

His lips were bitten, he twitched a few times, and said in a harsh voice: "I'll move, villain, all the moves——"

In his intermittent narration, the truth of the matter was gradually revealed.

It turned out that it was still dark that day, and Mr. Wang Da had already arrived outside the north gate on horseback.

Sun Laoer went up to him, took the luggage diligently, and prepared to put it in the car.

When he picked up the baggage, he felt it was heavy. Mr. Wang Da told him that there was money in it and it must be placed properly.

At that time, Sun Laoer was having a heated fight with Xiao Jinfeng, buying her a piece of silk and satin today and a hairdress tomorrow, and spent the money at a reasonable price.

This woman is a bottomless pit. In just a few months, not only over several years, she threw into it the twenty taels she had worked so hard to save, but she also owed more than a dozen taels in loan sharking.

A few days ago, Xiao Jinfeng suddenly told him that he was not young anymore.

The flowers are blooming and falling, and the color is old. After all, it is not an option to continue to hang out in this happy place. I want to find a good man to marry.

This made Sun Laoer even more irritable.

Marry her? He is penniless and his family is destitute, how can he support her?

Which lonely old man did she marry?

Then wouldn’t my dozens of taels of silver have been wasted in vain?

The more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became, and the more he thought about it, the more helpless he became.

I originally thought that I would go to Beijing with Mr. Wang Da this time, which would last for at least a month or more. Out of sight, out of mind. When I come back, it may be a done deal, and I can only let everything take its course, and slowly forget about it...

Who would have thought that as soon as he touched the bag of silver, an idea would grow and sprout in his empty heart.

Like weeds in spring, all it takes is an invisible and intangible wind to spread wildly and messily.

in case……

If this bag of silver were mine, little Jinfeng wouldn't have to marry anyone else...

If this bag of money were mine, I would no longer be so worried about the debt I owed that I couldn’t sleep...

If this bag of silver is mine, I can buy a good horse that I like, a red one, ride a good car, and I don’t have to help others carry goods...

in case……

The weeds in his heart grew all over the world in an instant.

However, they still want to grow and are still growing.

Seeing Mr. Wang Da with his back turned to him and leaning over to put his luggage in the carriage, he accidentally picked up a stone on the ground and smashed it down...

Mr. Wang Da fell softly into the car without even humming.

Sun Laoer suddenly pulled his hand away and held the bag of silver in his arms.

It's heavy and makes you feel at ease when you hold it.

Somehow, he thought of little Jinfeng's fiery body.

I don't know how long it took, but he suddenly woke up when a horse neighed.

That's Mr. Wang Da's horse. It's a good horse, although it's not his favorite color.

He touched Mr. Wang Da's breath and began to feel flustered.

He suspected that the person who had just committed these evil deeds was not him at all, but the stone was at hand and the scene was still vivid in his mind.

Cold sweat instantly soaked his whole body.

He suddenly reacted and began to feel scared.

When doing this, he only had money in his heart and Mr. Wang Da's head in his eyes.

He didn't even look or wonder if anyone nearby would see it!

He looked around. It was still dark and there were no people on the road.

He carried Mr. Wang Da's body on horseback, walked to the nearby woods, found a hole, threw it in, and covered it with dead branches and leaves.

He rode back again, brought the salutes over, and hid them together in the pit.

Then, he rode his horse, holding the bag of silver, all the way back to his home outside the south gate.

After hiding the things, they just threw them away in the wasteland.

In fact, he was very reluctant to part with the horse.

The coat is white and shiny, and the hooves are long and slender. You can tell it is a good horse at a glance.

However, he knew very well that he absolutely could not keep it.

When he walked into the city, he was very nervous and his heart was beating so fast that it made people panic.

Without the little golden phoenix holding his soul, there were times when he wanted to turn around and run away, flying far away.

When he went to take pictures of Mr. Wang Da's house, he had already gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

No matter what, he will withstand the interrogation by the Yamen and be beaten to death without admitting to having seen Mr. Wang Da.