Chapter 67 Don’t just want a tumbler?

"Wang Nanxing...Wang Nanxing..."

Boring! Boring! Boring!

"Under the forest... under the forest... go south... go south!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Wang Ge woke up with a start.

The thumping noise was louder than in the dream. It turned out to be the sound of road construction outside.

"Sister, are you awake?" Wang Yun came in from outside with a wooden basin, which was for my father to wash. "Sister, please don't come out of the house. I'm going to carry the basin." The little guy was afraid that his sister wouldn't need his help, so he hurriedly said

He picked up Wang Ge's basin and went out.

Wang Ge put on his shoes and recalled what happened in the nightmare. Except for the messy sound that sounded like the sound of drums, he couldn't remember anything else.

After breakfast, Wang Weng and Erlang took Zhang Hu's car to go to the wild mountains. It was extremely cold today, so they had to prepare a lot of firewood. Young Jia and her children were pickling wild radish in the stove house; the others were in the main house, and Jia Concubine put on her clothes.

Wang Dalang and Wang Ge were sewing in the same manner, and Wang Peng was watching Wang Ai play.

Wang Yun was alone outside, half-opening the door, practicing calligraphy in front of the light.

Every time Wang Ai wanted to go to Wang Yun, he was coaxed back by Wang Peng's kind words. When Wang Ge saw this, he praised in a low voice: "A Peng is very sensible."

Wang Dalang: "I have to thank Mr. Huan for this. He reasoned with Hu Tou, and when he told the allusions, Xu Apeng listened, and Apeng listened."

When Wang Peng heard his uncle praising him, he knelt down and said, "Sister Cong, I really listened to it, and Mr. Huan is still praising me."

Wang Ge nudged him with his head: "You're right."

Jia Concubine kept watching Da Lang removing the stitches, fearing that the scissors would hurt his hands and twisting the cloth. But as she stared, she found that Da Lang was doing a good job even though he was fumbling slowly.

Wang Ge saw his mother's worry and said, "I want to finish dismantling it in one day, so I will ask my father for help. I will have to make a tumbler for my benefactor tomorrow."

Jia Nu: "Yes, that's business."

Wang Dalang suffers from eye disease and is most afraid of dragging down his family. He is also afraid that every time he wants to do some work within his ability, his family will not let him do it. After removing the thread for a while, he found that no one asked him to rest, which made him really happy.

Zaowu. Xiao Jia cut the radish into long strands, put them in boiling water, took them out and divided them into three jars. Pour in salt. Mother and son each took one jar, and rubbed the radish strips evenly with the salt.

Little Jia: "A Shu, don't follow us this afternoon. Wherever your sister goes, you will follow me. From now on."

"Okay. My sister is undressing right now. I'll go and help you in the afternoon."

"You, you idiot!"

Wang He burst into laughter.

Wang Shu felt aggrieved and had tears in her eyes. She didn't understand why she was so stupid.

On the new east-west road of Jiashe Village, Uncle Yuan Yan handed Huan Zhen the handwritten letter from County Magistrate Huan, and then informed him about the recent investigation of Jia Landlord's house: "It's a pity that Jia Taigong, all the kindness accumulated over decades has been lost."

I'm going to be defeated by the eldest brother, Jia Feng, who fooled his neighbors but didn't know he was the fool!"

Huan Zhen had put on a thick layer of facial grease when he got up early, and now it was covered in yellow and black dust. However, he didn't care. He took a general look at the handwriting, then put it back in the envelope and said, "If you want to

Seeking death, nothing can stop him. The imperial court finally wanted to use troops against the Qiang and Hu, so it issued an order to make weapons. All the weapons and models were produced by the generals and were registered one by one. For such a serious matter, Jia Fengzhufu

How dare you follow suit at this time and deceive the people of the village!"

The conversation between the two of them was about the work of making leeks that Jia Guo had taken over.

Wang Ge was really on guard! The sanctimonious Jia Dalangjun learned that the Xiangzhi Craftsman's Shop was urgently recruiting craftsmen to make Ge clothes in recent days. The size and stitching were extremely strict, so he suddenly got the idea! Then he made his own.

The clothing sample and the stitches are equidistant. Just wait for the villagers to finish making it. On the grounds that the stitches are not in compliance with the regulations, they will give less grain to the villagers, or mix in the moldy grain stored in the cellar.

The weapon-making order was in response to major events in the imperial court, so the rules and regulations were naturally strict. Jia Feng was a poor landowner, and his cold clothes were sold to ordinary cloth shops, so this batch of work was purely based on treating the people of Jiashe Village as fools.

He treats everyone as his family’s labor force.

Uncle Yuan Yan asked: "How does Huan Lang want to deal with it?"

"Since Jia Taigong has done good deeds, he must repay the old man with kindness. Give the Jia family a chance and find someone to remind Jia Taigong." Huan Zhen emphasized the word "one", and Yuan Yanshu understood. If this kind of thing happens again, this little common people will

That's it.

"Then I'll go to the countryside and let the village officials remind me."

"Go to the county again and buy more facial fat."

Uncle Yuan Yan's eyes clearly said: You have applied it thickly enough.

Huan Zhen said "tsk": "I'll give it away!"

Uncle Yuan Yan raised his eyebrows and left, imagining that when Huan Lang returned to the capital and faced a group of noble men from aristocratic families, he would often say "tsk, tsk".

Huan Zhen was so focused on pondering the words in his uncle's handwriting that he didn't realize that he already had a Guan Zhixiang accent.

Magistrate Huan County told Huan Zhen that the whole story of the bow string concealed by the minister who committed the crime had been found out. The criminal was from a common people in Xuancheng County who were good at making bows, and it had been nearly ten years since the entire clan had been convicted. In that case, the Tingwei Mansion

It is suspected that this tribe is also good at making strings, but the house was searched and interrogated and nothing was found. However, this suspicion was still included in the case file. The murderer, a tribesman who was not involved in the main crime, was sentenced to fifteen years.

The murderer killed the man named Khufu because Khufu often harassed a concubine, who was the murderer's sweetheart. She often complained to the murderer about her troubles and wanted to die. The murderer became increasingly angry and finally moved.

The desire to kill.

The murder process was actually very simple. Khufu would go to the hut at midnight almost every night. The murderer would go there in advance, and his tendons and bow strings would be thin and sharp, and he would strangle Khufu to death in two breaths.

A large number of bowstrings hidden by this clan have been found, so those who have been involved in the main crime will definitely be executed, and those who are not involved in the main crime will be re-judged and their sentences increased. This is the reason why the criminal wants to bite his tongue and commit suicide.

Magistrate Huan ordered two things at the end of the handwriting:

The first is to find out whether the concubine is an accomplice in killing Khufu;

Second, don’t just have a tumbler.

"Don't just want a tumbler? What do you mean?" Huan Zhen cast his doubtful eyes in the direction of Wang Hu. Is it related to Wang Yun's sister?

In the evening, Wang Sanlang returned home haggard, his cheeks purple with cold. "Age is back."

"Third uncle." Wang Ge had already finished taking apart all the wrong stitches. Knowing that his third uncle had something to say with his eldest parents, he pulled his younger sister Wang Shu away.

Wang Ge came back to the main house and heard her brother endorsing her father in the dimly lit room. She walked lightly over and leaned against the door frame to listen.

"However, the rules and regulations correspond to the stars, so they are eternally safe..." Wang Yun glanced at Wang Ge, showed a big smile, and continued to recite: "...things are shown by blessings, and things are praised by praise...Okay,

Father, I can only recite one section of the Lingguang Temple Fu. Sister!" He rushed towards me after not seeing him for a long time, as if it had been three autumns.

As soon as Wang Ge picked him up, he heard scolding sounds coming from the main room.

Wang Dalang: "Is your third uncle back?"

Sister and brother Wang Ge sat opposite their father. "Yes. He came back on his own."

"Hu Bao doesn't have to worry about this. Even if Wang Zhu comes back, your eldest father will send him away again."

"I know. How can I think about that evil obstacle? I am thinking about what I can do to Magistrate Huan to repay this kindness."
Chapter completed!