In the early morning of the next day, Wu Dahu and Song Qinghan went back to town after having breakfast.

The seasoning is as good as before, and the mangosteen is also sold more than last time. Many of them are repeat customers, and the response is not bad.

Seeing that the stall was closed early, Wu Dahu took Song Qinghan to the blacksmith's shop, and described the appearance of a scalpel to the blacksmith.

Seeing that he actually memorized all his descriptions, Song Qinghan was both moved and amused.

Can the iron shop here do it?

Unexpectedly, after listening to Wu Dahu's description, the blacksmith thought for a while, then nodded, and said: "Although I have never seen such a thing, it should be possible to make it. How about it, I Draw a blueprint and see if it works."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked into the shop, picked up a charcoal pencil and drew on the rice paper carefully.

Wu Dahu and Song Qinghan exchanged glances, followed into the shop, and waited patiently for the blacksmith to finish his painting.

The blacksmith's memory is also amazing, and he actually drew the whole set of scalpels exactly according to Wu Dahu's description.

Song Qinghan looked at the drawing and took a deep breath. Wu Dahu knew that the blacksmith's drawing was correct when he saw it, and said, "Just do it like this, how long will it take to finish?"

The blacksmith sucked his lips and thought for a while, then stretched out two fingers and waved them in front of Wu Dahu.

Wu Dahu asked in surprise, "Two days?"

"Two weeks!"

The blacksmith corrected angrily, looking very dissatisfied with Wu Dahu's random guess.

Song Qinghan nodded at the side, and said: "It's not bad if it can be made in two weeks, how much is the total?"

The blacksmith stretched out three fingers, probably not wanting Wu Dahu to guess again, and said directly, "30 taels of silver."

Song Qinghan's eyes widened, he grabbed Wu Dahu's sleeve and said, "So expensive? Why don't we stop?"

Wu Dahu patted his hand to comfort him, and said to the blacksmith, "Shall I give you a deposit first?"

The blacksmith nodded, spread his palms and said, "A deposit of ten taels of silver."

Song Qinghan watched Wu Dahu take out ten taels of silver and put it into the blacksmith's hands without hesitation, and said distressedly: "The money for two days of hard work is gone."

Wu Dahu looked at him amusedly, and said slowly: "Think of it as buying three pieces of clothes, don't you really want this set of tools?"

As a western doctor, it is impossible not to want a scalpel, so although Song Qinghan's heart was bleeding, he still nodded obediently and said, "I really want it. After all, with these things, it will be convenient for future operations." It's..."

Although Wu Dahu didn't understand what "surgery" meant, it didn't prevent him from comforting Song Qinghan: "Just want what you want, and maybe you can make more money with them in the future."

After the two walked out of the blacksmith shop, they were stopped by three yamen servants walking towards them.

The leading white-faced man frowned and said, "But Wu Dahu and Song Qinghan?"

Wu Dahu blocked Song Qinghan from behind, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "That's right."

"Then come with us!"

The three dispersed to surround Wu Dahu and the two of them, looking at them aggressively, as if if they dared to show a hint of resistance, they would be ready to attack directly.

Wu Dahu and Song Qinghan looked at each other, and they both saw the doubt in each other's eyes.

Song Qinghan lowered his voice and said, "Is it because of Xiang Tiange and Meixilin?"

Wu Dahu thought for a while, patted his hand, and comforted him as he walked forward: "It's very likely, let's go and have a look."

It's just that even though he said so, he didn't think so in his heart.

If it was really because of Xiang Tiange and Meixilin's matter, these government officials should have come to them yesterday, and shouldn't have delayed until today, and they treated them like they were escorting prisoners.

Fortunately, the yamen was close, and the two walked in after a short walk.

When he saw a corpse lying in the hall, Wu Dahu frowned, feeling even worse.

He stopped, completely blocked Song Qinghan behind him, and asked, "I don't know why my lord called us here?"

The county magistrate slapped the gavel and shouted: "Bold and unreasonable, you are not polite when you see this official!"

Wu Dahu clenched his fists, seeing the servants around him staring at them, he finally knelt down slowly, and said in a deep voice, "My husband is about to give birth, so the movement is inconvenient, please forgive me."

The county magistrate sneered, patted the gavel again, and said, "Your husband is the murderer in this case, if he doesn't kneel, who kneels?"

Song Qinghan frowned tightly, and asked inexplicably: "What case? What murderer?"

As soon as his words fell, the female Dai Xiao who was kneeling next to the corpse suddenly burst into tears, and said in grief and indignation: "My husband! Why did you just go like this! What to do if you leave me alone! The murderer still hasn't pleaded guilty! You It's an unjust death!"

Song Qing coldly laughed, and interrupted: "Can you tell me clearly? How did I become a murderer? I, a pregnant man, can kill a big man like your husband?"

Dai Xiao's male and female were sobbing while wiping away tears: "My lord, I have already explained the cause and effect, please judge!"

The county magistrate raised his eyelids, looked at Song Qinghan with a cold look in his eyes, and said with a sneer, "You sold the so-called seasoning in front of the butcher shop?"

Although Song Qinghan was puzzled, he still admitted: "That's right, it was not only sold, but also sold to no less than 300 people."

The reason why he said this was to stop the county magistrate's mouth first.

If the county magistrate wanted to say that the seasoning killed the man on the ground, then at least he had to prove why the other 200 people were fine.

Although the county magistrate paused for a moment, he immediately said: "Among the seasonings you sell, there is a spice that is very similar to the most poisonous thing 'Babudao'. An eight-step fall! The official has sent someone to verify that this person died of poisoning because of eating the eight-step fall. You say, who is the murderer if you are not the murderer?"

Song Qinghan laughed back angrily, and said in a cold voice: "As a county magistrate, you beat me up as a murderer with empty words and no proof, where do you put the law?"

Before the county magistrate got angry, he continued: "How can you be sure that I sold the Babu to this person? There are no less than three sources of the Babu that I can think of."

"One, he saw that the babudao looked very similar to the star anise in my condiment, so he picked it back, mixed it with the condiment and cooked it together, and died of poison after eating it."

"Second, someone has a deep grudge with him. Seeing that he bought the seasoning and went home, he deliberately went to his house and put Babu into the seasoning. In this way, he will not only harm others, but he will not be suspected."

"Three, the one who killed him was his husband, who deliberately coaxed him to eat Babudao, then blamed me, and made up this series of lies."

Dai Xiao's male and female eyes widened, kept waving their hands, and said in a panic: "It's not me, it's really not me, my lord, he's talking nonsense!"

Song Qinghan didn't look at him, only looked at the county magistrate, and said slowly: "Dare to ask the county magistrate, how did you rule out these suspicions?"

Panicked and angry, the county magistrate suddenly raised his hand, slapped the gavel vigorously, and shouted: "This man is not a fool, how could he harm himself? He has always had a good reputation among relatives and friends. People will harm him! As for his husband, what's the benefit of poisoning his husband to death?"

Song Qinghan smiled suddenly, and said calmly: "So the county magistrate thinks I'm a fool, who would make a mistake and follow the eight corners? This person is dead, who will speak ill of him, isn't it obvious that he is a murderer? And, you How do you know that there is no benefit for his husband to poison him to death? Maybe it’s money, maybe it’s a new love, maybe it’s freedom, it could be anything, isn’t it?”

Seeing his own words being refuted one by one, the county magistrate stood up angrily from his seat and shouted: "Put me to death! I don't believe you didn't plead guilty today!"

After the yamen servants got the order, they stepped forward and grabbed Song Qinghan's hand, not treating him as a pregnant man at all, and acted roughly as if they were grabbing a sack.

"Stop! I plead guilty!"

Wu Dahu rescued Song Qinghan from the yamen servant, and looked at the county magistrate gravely.

The county magistrate didn't seem to react, and asked instead: "You, what crime do you plead guilty to?"

Song Qinghan knew what Wu Dahu wanted to do, and couldn't help but tightly grasped his arm, shaking his head vigorously.

Wu Dahu acted as if he didn't see Song Qinghan's actions, and said word by word: "I plead guilty to killing this person."

The county magistrate was so angry that he sat down again, patted the gavel, and said, "You didn't sell the seasoning, what crime do you plead guilty to?"

After receiving the county magistrate's gaze, Dai Xiao's male and female nodded abruptly, pointed at Song Qinghan and said, "Yes, yes, he sold it! It was the pregnant male who sold it!"

Wu Dahu glanced at Dai Xiao and the male and female, and said in a calm manner: "I picked the things, what does it have to do with the seller? According to what you said, I made a mistake when I picked them. Of course I am the one who is guilty. Not my husband."

Shocked by the cold light in Wu Dahu's eyes, the man shrank his head, not daring to refute.

Seeing that things were going in an unpredictable direction, the county magistrate frowned and said, "Are you sure you picked it? Your husband didn't participate? You know, this is a capital crime. Do you want to carry it alone?"

Seeing that the county magistrate's words were full of hints, Wu Dahu said calmly, "Whether it's a capital crime or a living crime, you can come to me for any crime you want to convict. It has nothing to do with my husband. If anyone is not satisfied, tell him , whether I am a man or a ghost, I will never let him go."

Seeing that he spoke so bluntly, the county magistrate patted the gavel with an ugly face, and ruled: "Take Wu Dahu down and put him in prison!"

Song Qinghan had already burst into tears and couldn't even speak.

As soon as he loosened his hand, Wu Dahu slowly put his hand down, and whispered: "When you go back, pack up and move out. Doctor Luo is kind, and will probably take you in. After the delivery is over, whether you want to stay here , or leave, it's up to you."

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