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The little scholar was silent for a while and replied: "Can you make him make up for his mistakes?"

"How to fix it?"

"For example, if you are locked up in a large prison, you will have the same food, clothing and housing as ordinary prisoners, and you will be ordered to perform meritorious service in the shackles and handle caravan affairs."

"Okay!" Xue Yinsong stopped his broom and looked at him with a smile: "You have finally improved!" Xiaoxiu was also very happy to be praised: "Really?"

"Really, you have at least learned to be flexible. If you were in the past, you would definitely think that there are only two ways, one is to behead, and the other is to release people. You need to know that nothing in this world is absolute, and the colors in this world are not only black and white. Two."

The little scholar nodded as if realizing something.

Xue Yinsong said again: "The main problem in this matter is to find out the motive of the murder."

"The motive for the murder?"

"That's right. For example, the eldest son killed someone while drunk. You must know that alcohol is a gut-piercing poison. People who drink alcohol are often unconscious, impulsive and irritable. In such a state, killing people by mistake should give them a chance to atone for their crimes."

The little scholar nodded and asked with a smile, "Test me one more time."

Xue Yinsong thought for a while and said: "For example, County Magistrate Pei, you have a big plan to make our country rich and the people strong. Now the son of your immediate boss is a slave in the street and commits murder, killing and injuring two people. What should you do now?"

The little scholar frowned and said: "Although I'm the one who is directly superior to the superior, but to indulge in slavery and injure others violates the law of the dynasty. According to the law, both the principal and the subordinates should be beheaded. Naturally, even if I don't want the black hat, I still want to maintain justice. "

Xue Yinsong shook his head and said: "The premise is that you have a good plan for governing the country. If you are dismissed and go home because of this, wouldn't your good plan for serving the country run aground? Maybe the people will suffer for hundreds of years without you. Now you give up The future, but where will the common people in this world be placed?"

The little scholar fell down on the stool, frowned and thought for a long time and said: "This is a test of my righteousness and small righteousness, should I just open my eyes and indulge this son? Then I will support the bitter master's family to go to Beijing to sue!"

Xue Yinsong shook his head: "Do you think it's easy to file an imperial petition? Do you think it's so easy for His Majesty the Emperor to see you? How do you think an illiterate countryman can go to the heavens and make the emperor love him? My eldest son, You can be sober, Bao Qingtian will not set up a stall on the street waiting to avenge people's grievances, and His Majesty the Emperor will not make private visits every day to investigate grievances, you have read too many novels and dramas, and you have been poisoned."

Xiaoxiu thought for a while and said, "Then what should I do?"

Xue Yinsong shook his head and enlightened: "You are the county magistrate, the parents' magistrate, shouldn't you do something?"

"Me?" The little scholar frowned: "If I submit a letter, it must go through the hands of the Shangguan according to the regulations. How can he convey my memorial to the Holy Majesty?"

Xue Yinsong said: "I don't know if there is a position of inspector of the eight prefectures in the official ranks of the Celestial Dynasty? The inspectors who mainly inspect the merits of the states and counties have the right to report secretly?" The little scholar's eyes lit up: "You want me to report to the top? "

"Yes, when you can't solve the problem, you should hand over the judgment to someone who can solve the problem."

The little scholar sighed and said: "Although the higher-level appeal is clearly prohibited by the law, but the law also stipulates that if the approval is granted, I can be exempted from guilt. I am really far behind, so what if I study poetry and books hard? Is it true? Is reading useless?"

"Reading makes people broad-minded, knowing people's feelings and understanding things to educate the people around, but being able to deal with people is something that cannot be learned in books. If you want to be an official and a good official, you must not only read more books, but also broaden your horizons and experience yourself. You Forgot that you reprimanded Chen Liang for pouring out the dregs? You are not smart, but you just didn’t broaden your mind for a while, and the accumulation of small cleverness will eventually lead to great wisdom. Work hard, I am optimistic about you.” Xue Yinsong smiled, While putting away the broom, fetching water to wash hands.

The little scholar was not confident, and begged: "I wonder if Brother Xue can discuss such issues with me often? Brother Xue has learned a lot in his heart, which is enough to enrich my knowledge and broaden my horizons."

Xue Yinsong agreed with a smile, and then suggested: "I have already bought cotton and rough cloth, and it costs money to hire someone to make a quilt, so I think I can sew it myself. If you are not busy, come and help me pluck the cotton, you can do it while you have time." Make a bed ready."

Xiaoxiu hurriedly lost the book and followed him into the house.

Now Xue Yinsong only knew that Chai Migui was expensive when he became a family member. Today, he spent 23 taels of silver in one go, and his heart ached like a knife. If you build it yourself, it doesn't matter if the pins are crooked.

The little scholar watched curiously, straightened the coarse cloth for him, and imitated him, pulled the cotton piece by piece like fish scales and overlapped.

"Brother Xue, do you think this will work?"

"Yes, just pay attention to the uniform thickness." Xue Yinsong was thinking about the summer quilt used before crossing. A large quilt is divided into several small grids by threads. Although it is troublesome, the cotton will not run around. It's been fine for a few years.

"Brother Xue, I remember that quilts have to be played by craftsmen, how can they be used if they are not played?"

"You can understand it when you look at it." Xue Yinsong didn't bother to explain, waffled the cotton and covered it with a layer of cloth, took a big needle and threaded it and began to sew.Xiao Xiucai understood after watching it for a while, and found a needle to imitate him and start threading.

The two big men have never done meticulous needlework, not to mention the crooked stitches, and one stitch is long and the other is short, which is almost impossible to see.

But this saves money on cotton batting!Xue Yinsong thought, it would take at least a day for the two beds to be bombed, not to mention the money and two good meals according to the rules, and the cotton was wasted, the three catties of quilts were bounced off, and they ran away. There are always two or two less points in the West Leak...

People with families are different. Thinking back then, he and the Huang family boy... Hey, it's getting far away, Xue Yinsong retracted his mind and continued to sew the quilt. Now there is only one goal: to feed and clothe his wife and son!

Hehe, I only bought two quilts anyway... Yuanmu, I hope it will be winter.

Although the workmanship of the two people is poor, they are good at moving quickly. After being stabbed several times, they finally finished the work. It was uneven and straight, but it was finished anyway!The little scholar stood up happily: "Brother Xue, change the bed." Pulling the quilt, embarrassing... Another thing that the two of them didn't expect at all: a small part of the striker fixed the quilt and the bed sheet together...

The corners of Xue Yinsong's eyes twitched a few times, and he immediately removed the stitches and reworked them. He paid more attention the second time, and took a few stitches to see if something was wrong. Finally finished the production of two quilt cores.

The little scholar stood up and beat his waist and said, "I'm convinced. This is the only thing that can be done like this. Wouldn't it be more difficult to make clothes and embroidery?" Xue Yinsong rubbed his fingers that had been pricked several times with needles and replied: "Take a rest and wake up Changhui by the way, now that he sleeps too much and won't sleep at night."

Little Xiucai promised to wake Changhui up, dressed him and sent him out to play. Then he took the book and sat on the stone bench in the backyard to read.Xue Yinsong was squatting in the backyard to get some cabbages to wash.

Xiao Xiucai looked at it for a while and asked with a smile: "Are you going to make sauerkraut? I understand this."

Xue Yinsong nodded, washed the cabbage and put it in the pickle jar which was scalded at noon, then took cold boiled water and mixed it with salt.

Little Xiucai watched it with gusto, he didn't realize that as early as a month ago, he didn't even like to come to the backyard, let alone sit here with a book.

In addition to all kinds of livestock and poultry and latrines, the backyard is a smelly place. In the past, he would definitely think that reading in such a place is an insult to scholars and sage books.

Now he is unknowingly attracted by Xue Yinsong, and wants to spend more time with him and talk more, listen to him talk about those wonderful and strange problems, and see his busy figure doing all kinds of heavy and trivial farm work in an orderly manner.