Han Qiufen opened his eyes and silently stared at the statue of the land god in front of him.

"How much did we win today?"

"I bet five cents yesterday, and today I will spend more than four taels."

The two of them were deliberately weak in their voices, but there were still many slanderings that reached Han Qiuequn's ears.

I just don't know who is asking questions or who is answering.

I think these two people won some money by relying on today's bet. So even if they hide it, they still can't suppress the joy in their voices, and their voices are not controlled and fluctuated.

"The man surnamed Jiang has made a lot of money. This person depends on his fate! His ancestors made money and saved a lot of old capital. By the time he was in his generation, the good things in his family were almost over. Who could have expected it? They started to shake up again today, not only did they redeem all the things they had pawned before, but also added a few new items."

"You said" the two of them suddenly lowered their voices and whispered.

The Land Temple in Crying tonight was very lively. The two wooden doors were opened again. One of them was carrying a bookcase and wearing a square scarf on his head interrupted the conversation between the two men in black.

When he walked in, the faint firelight also reflected the face of the visitor, and it was a scholar.

The scholar seemed to know where Han Qiuequin lived in the evening early in the morning. After coming in, he just glanced at the two people who were baking a bonfire in the corner of the left wall, turned around and closed the wooden door, then turned around and walked straight to the corner where Han Qiuequin was.

Han Qiufen looked at the door behind the scholar and looked at the scholar again. The scholar seemed to understand something, lifted his robe, sat down next to Han Qiufen's bed, and said, "Don't worry! The curfew is not here, it's too biased." The scholar's voice was very loud, which attracted the attention of two people on the other side of the temple.

Han Qiuequn was surprised by the arrival of the scholar. He had no friendship with the scholar. Logically speaking, the scholar should not know where he lived. Thinking of this, Han Qiuequn narrowed his eyes slightly.

I think it was because I was afraid that someone would disturb the conversation again. Since the scholar entered the temple, the two men in black in black who were baking a bonfire on the opposite side had never spoken again.

The scholar couldn't stop and just sat down for a while, he started to rush the bookcase he carved when he saw Han Qiufen the first day.

After rummaging through for a while, the scholar finally took out a book, then leaned down and leaned against the book box to read the book.

The fire in the temple was so hard to see people, let alone reading books, but the scholar held the book seriously, and his lips moved from time to time.

At the fourth day of the morning, two men in black took out dry food from their bags and wrapped themselves in their belly, stood up and shook the fire in front of them, and then the two men left the temple gate one by one, took the horse and left.

Han Qiufen woke up when he heard the movements made by the two men in black when they left. He turned his head and looked at the scholar, and found that the scholar beside him had fallen asleep at some point, and was sleeping soundly in his arms with the bookcase.

Han Qiuequn shook his head, slowly got up, opened the wooden door and breathed in, and transported some dry sand from around the Tudi Temple to cover the extinguished bonfire.

After repeated inspections to ensure that the fire did not rekindle, Han Qiuyin once again got into the bedding.

The county magistrates all slept all night.

After a busy night, the county government also made a preliminary conclusion on the body.

The coroner also sent the autopsy record that had just been sorted to the magistrate's mansion.

I don’t know who spread it. Early in the morning, the people on the street knew the coroners’ preliminary conclusions on the bodies.

The one who died was a woman, and after some yamen runners' testimony, the dead woman was the one who was ordered by the county magistrate to come out of the court a few days ago.

"Someone died two days later, but I don't know where the crime happened." The woman's words still made the people and the servants confused.

I don’t know where the rumors came from, saying that this is a ghost. There are also rumors that this ghost has actually been involved in this woman’s body.

So after manipulating the woman to say this, she could still kill herself. Moreover, because it was a ghost who committed a crime, the woman could still send her body into the county's bucket after cutting off her head.

There were several versions of such rumors in the afternoon. Each version was different but it was passed on like the real thing, as if someone had seen it with his own eyes.

Han Qiuequin left the Land Temple early in the morning. The scholar was not awake when he left. Han Qiuequin didn’t know when the scholar would sleep, so Han Qiuequin did not wait for him anymore. After eating fried cypress and soy milk early in the morning, Han Qiuequin was about to go to the tavern to work.

The gambler was addicted to eating human blood steamed buns. The silver he earned yesterday had already lost his mind. It happened to happen that Manager Zhou wanted to get the dealer, so he took over Manager Zhou's market and relied on the money in his pocket to make another idea.

The bet for the new handicap is: what is the next body part to be found.

hand

foot

trunk

The odds of the three bets are all ten at the beginning.

Many people have become more energetic after seeing gamblers making money. You should know that it is better to bet like this if you work hard for a lifetime.

Although everyone was still afraid of death, the temptation of silver was real. At this day, the threshold of the gambler's family was almost broken.

At night, the magistrate

With a bang, the magistrate threw the teacup heavily on the ground, and shouted loudly while stomping: "Bold and unruly people, lawless, dare to take any gambling?!"

Mr. Wei, who was holding a tea cup in his hand, was savoring the fragrance of tea carefully, without saying a word.

"Come here! Come here! Now I'm going to arrest the gambler immediately, lock it up first, and take this guy to court tomorrow. I personally help him quit gambling." The two captains in the county were present. Seeing that the magistrate got angry, they received the order and prepared to approve the arrest.

Mr. Wei calmly put the cup and said leisurely: "Wait, please listen to me."

"Mr. Magistrate, since he is quitting gambling sooner or later, we might as well postpone him for two days." Mr. Wei stood up, bowed to the magistrate, and continued, "You are busy with everything and cultivating him by yourself. It is his blessing to let him save some money and pay the tuition fee, right?"

After hearing Mr. Wei's words, the magistrate and the two captains looked at each other and smiled, and the magistrate nodded without leaving any trace.

When Mr. Wei saw this scene, he immediately said tactfully: "Since the troubles of all the adults have been resolved, the Caomin will say goodbye first."

The magistrate did not try to keep him anymore. After saying goodbye, he arranged for the servants to send someone to send Mr. Wei home.

Mr. Wei left the mansion

The carriage had been waiting outside for a long time, and the one driving was Han Qiuyin.

Han Qiufen was familiar with the magistrate's mansion, but he had never been there. Mr. Wei wanted to run a private school for the children of the people.

Sometimes it is necessary to ask the officials and men to help. It is not easy for people to live under the rule of their parents these days. The good or bad life depends on the conscience of the officials and men. People are sad in their own lives and even send their children to study for football.

When we arrived outside Mr. Wei's house, the carriage that was bumpy all the way was finally stable.

Mr. Wei got off the carriage and walked towards the house.

When he arrived at the door of the house, just as Mr. Wei's hand opened the door, Mr. Wei stopped moving, but did not turn around.

After pausing at the door for a moment, Mr. Wei strengthened the force in his hands and slowly separated the door.

"The autumnal equinox, the poor are rich because of their books, and the rich are rich because of their books. Remember..."

The creaking door is closed.
Chapter completed!