Chapter 250 Fishing for fame
"What you said is true and you didn't lie to us?"
Several villagers were very excited after hearing this.
But still can't believe it.
Is it possible that there is such a profitable thing in this world?
Why does it sound so false?
If it were so easy to make money, wouldn't everyone be as rich as the country?
How could they still be here, hungry and full, eating one meal but not the next?
Jiang Qingqing immediately kicked over the wooden stool in the yard and said angrily: "Who are you to deserve to let me lie to you?"
Seeing someone furious, the villagers suddenly became much quieter and did not dare to question him anymore.
Afraid of offending the money-spreading boy.
Regardless of whether what this person said is true or false, after all, the bag of silver melon seeds just now cannot be faked.
The more they thought about it, the more they became excited when they looked at the money bags held in the hands of the Sang brothers.
It would be great if this money was given to them.
Several people winked at each other, all wanting each other to go find Chief Jiang so that they could keep this money-spreading boy in their Jiangjia Village.
However, no one wants to miss the opportunity to get closer to the money-losing boy.
In desperation, several people had to leave together to find Chief Jiang.
Unexpectedly, when they came back with Chief Jiang and a few "highly respected" old men from Jiangjia Village, Jiang Qingqing had already left under the cover of the people from the escort agency helping to deliver goods to their door. Jiangjia Village.
This was also Sang Nanshan's idea.
What I'm afraid of is that those shady old men in Jiangjia Village will think of ways to detain Jiang Qingqing.
Just like the two brothers did before.
There is no way to reason with a gang of robbers.
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Jiang Anning and Duan Qingshan searched Chaohuang Embroidery Workshop inside and out, but could not find anyone suspicious.
"Didn't you say that we also arrested a few women? Why didn't we see them?"
Jiang Anning looked at the unobstructed view of the backyard of the embroidery workshop and asked about the traces of other people.
Duan Qingshan said honestly: "At dawn, I will send them to the county government office."
Jiang Anning looked at the person, half-smiling but not smiling.
She looked away and did not ask where the rest of the people went after sending the women to the Yamen.
Just when he was about to say something, Duan Qingshan took the initiative to explain the whereabouts of the others.
"Normally, when nothing happens, everyone will do their duty and act accordingly when walking outside."
"Some of them used to do small businesses in their hometown."
"Some are walking around the streets selling small odds and ends, needles, threads, brains, etc., and some are selling pancakes and wontons on their shoulders."
"There are also people who make grass, paint sugar paintings, and make kitchen sweets... Anyone who has a skill will be asked to come to the city and continue to do their job."
"There are also some who work as porters nearby and do odd jobs."
"Usually, most of them go out to look for work alternately. In their spare time, they rest near the embroidery workshop for a while and eat some dry food."
"The slaves will also show off and give them some mung bean soup, pear water and the like."
Nowadays, when the surrounding neighbors mention Chaohuang Embroidery Fang, almost all of them praise it.
After all, if people who live nearby come over occasionally and ask for a bowl or two of mung bean soup, Duan Qingshan will give it to him.
Over time, when people mention Chaohuang Embroidery Workshop, they not only praise the owner of Chaohuang Embroidery Workshop for his kindness, but also go over old scores and talk about how wicked and unscrupulous the embroidery workshop was back then.
The things Sheng Yuewen did were so inhumane.
Even Father Song could not escape the criticism from everyone.
Nowadays, it has been spread from one person to ten, and a high degree of consensus has been reached in the entire Jiang'an County.
Many people even spontaneously prayed for Song Yao, hoping that she would get well soon.
Jiang Anning couldn't help frowning as she listened: "Are you doing these things deliberately?"
She disagreed and said: "Water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it. Although the people's wishes are good, often... the backlash of the people's hearts is also the most terrifying."
“Unintentional goodwill may be misinterpreted as seeking fame and reputation.”
“How much more so if you plant flowers and do good deeds?”
Duan Qingshan was silent for a moment: "I think it's good to just do things with a clear conscience. Why should you pay attention to the malicious arrangements and gossips of the bastards?"
"However, if the master feels that this is inappropriate, I will just stop doing it in the future."
He said with an honest face: "Originally, doing these things was just a casual thing."
"In the beginning, it was just for the convenience of our people, to have a legitimate place to gather, so as not to attract unnecessary attention and trouble."
"Although it is inevitable that there will be some people who are greedy for petty gains, but in fact there are also people who really need help."
"In addition, the heat was unbearable some time ago, and people who work nearby often suffer from heatstroke."
“Although there are drinkers selling drinks nearby, most of them are not willing to spend the money.”
"This bowl of mung bean soup from the slave can be regarded as a rare thought for them."
Duan Qingshan pursed his lips: "Once upon a time, when I passed by the school, I heard the master there say something to the students there..."
He carefully observed Jiang Anning's expression.
The voice inevitably gradually weakened.
Jiang Anning looked at him calmly and slightly curved her lips.
"Say, why don't you continue talking?"
Duan Qingshan lowered his head, bent his knees, and knelt on the ground with a plop, saying in fear: "Slave, you shouldn't talk back."
Jiang Anning didn't speak, just looked at the person quietly.
Duan Qingshan gradually felt pressure, a strong sense of oppression, which made him unable to breathe smoothly.
Jiang Anning obviously didn't say anything, but in his heart he felt as if he had experienced Ling Chi several times.
It was only a few breaths of time, but it seemed like he had been suffering for half a lifetime.
He raised his head and took a peek at Jiang Anning's face.
Then he quickly lowered his head and said bravely: "I passed by the school once and listened to the master inside who said that if you are poor, you can take care of yourself; if you are rich, you can help the world."
After saying that, he quickly bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "I was wrong..."
Jiang Anning sneered.
What a good person who "If you are poor, you can be good for yourself; if you are prosperous, you can help the world"!
She told him the reality, but he was here to give her value!
Jiang Anning took a deep breath, but didn't say anything.
"It's getting late, let's go to the Yamen first."
Corpse-decomposing worms do not corrode corpses that fast. At least, the number of corpse-decomposing worms raised in the corpse of a dead soldier sent to the Yamen is not that large, and the corroding speed is not that fast.
Otherwise, the old man would not have had the chance to see the dead soldier's severed limbs early this morning.
However, no matter how slowly the corpse-decomposing bug corrodes the corpse, the corpse of the dead soldier will not survive tomorrow's dawn.
After all, the reproduction ability of corpse disintegrating insects is also very powerful.
Even those primitive bugs have died and disappeared during the process of corpse disintegration.
But they will still leave insect eggs behind at the moment of death.
The eggs will quickly hatch into new corpse worms, which will grow rapidly by eating the remaining flesh and blood of the corpse, and continue to corrode the remaining corpses. Duan Qingshan wanted to say something more, but when he saw that the person had already walked out, he had to swallow the words that were about to reach his lips.
He stood up quickly, trotted ahead of the others, and prepared the carriage.
County government.
The county magistrate followed the people to the morgue. After looking at the scene, he found that it was one head and two big ones.
He hurriedly asked Zhou Geng to come over in disguise of Wang Shang.
Wang Shang was a little shocked at first when he saw the corroded and mutilated corpse.
"This is..."
Autopsy!
He opened his eyes wide in shock and couldn't believe it.
"Don't do this first!"
The county magistrate scowled angrily, pulled the person aside, and asked in a low voice: "Tell me first if this person is a dead soldier under your command!"
Wang Shang shook his head.
"If they are not your dead soldiers, then who are they most likely to be? Do you know?"
Wang Shang shook his head again.
"Then tell me the truth, how many forces are staring at Jiang Anning!"
Wang Shang still shook his head.
The magistrate simply wanted to go berserk.
He was just a pick-up, so he was able to take office as the county magistrate.
He has never even thought about such things as rising to prominence and moving up a level.
He knew exactly how much he weighed.
As a result, my life was quite free and easy, but now I am forced to be involved in some kind of struggle one after another.
I don't even know if one day I will die innocently because of this.
In order to save Mingzhe's life, he sold face to Jiang Wei and gave Wang Shangxing enough convenience. Of course, Wang Shang's official rank was higher than his, so even if he wanted not to give him this convenience, he had to give it.
Otherwise...
Even if Wang Shang directly kills him first and then punishes him, no one will care about him, a small and remote county magistrate who came from a poor country.
As a result, he was already so cautious, so why did it seem like more and more things were happening?
Now even the dead soldiers... have appeared in front of him.
The county magistrate has one head and two big heads. He wishes he could just die where he was, so as not to be miserable here.
"What are you so excited about?"
Wang Shang glanced at the person lightly: "It's just a dead soldier, the kind that is already dead. There is no one to blame anyway. You might as well just deal with it as an unsolved case. No one will pursue it anyway."< br>
Just as the county magistrate was about to say something, the chief guard guarding the door loudly reported: "Sir, Miss Jiang is here."
He suddenly sneered and glared at Wang Shang: "Okay, now the suffering master is here."
Wang Shang was a little surprised: "The master of suffering is...Jiang Anning?"
Everything is fine, why is this girl still related to the dead man?
"What if?"
The county magistrate said angrily: "Didn't I send someone to tell you? Besides, if it wasn't because Jiang Anning was involved, why would I have to come to you?"
Isn't it because one after another, they all stared at Jiang Anning like black-eyed chickens, saying that they wanted to kill her, but after so many years, they didn't even hurt her hair.
I really don’t know which words these people say are true and which words are false!
"The people you sent didn't tell me that this matter has something to do with Jiang Anning."
Wang Shang's tone was slightly innocent.
The county magistrate no longer wanted to argue with others about this matter, and waved his hand impatiently: "None of this is important anymore."
"Well, now that the master of suffering is here, you should tell me what to do?"
Wang Shang smiled and had no intention of taking over the mess.
"You are the magistrate of Jiang'an County and the parent officer of Jiang'an County. I am just an insignificant little catcher under you. What should I do...I should listen to you, sir."
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He just kicked the bad ball back again.
The county magistrate gritted his teeth angrily: "You..." Forget it, he has a high official rank and he won't fight!
Hold on for a while...the more I think about it, the angrier I get!
But no matter how angry you are, it's useless.
Anyway, he couldn't do anything with Wang Shang.
The magistrate was so angry that he threw away his hands and left.
Wang Shang didn't pay much attention, his eyes fell on the mutilated corpse of the dead soldier, his expression solemn.
How could there be an autopsy in this place?
Is it possible...that the original prediction will really come true?
He walked to the morgue and examined it carefully, trying to find something from the body that could prove the identity of the person.
But in the end nothing was found.
Looking at the whole of Dajing, there are not many families who can afford to support dead soldiers.
But these people...
Logically speaking, it shouldn't have anything to do with Jiang Anning at all.
Not to mention Jiang Anning, even Sang Jingwan... is not worthy of these people using dead soldiers, right?
Sang Jingwan's existence did not threaten them.
What's more, it's just Sang Jingwan's daughter Jiang Anning.
Wait... Wang Shang suddenly thought of someone he had ignored before.
If it was that person, then it would make sense that the other party wanted to kill Jiang Anning.
But...does that person really intend to make Jiang An Ning his concubine?
Otherwise, that person would have no reason at all to make such a big move, take such a big risk, and arrange for a dead soldier to come over and assassinate Jiang Anning, right?
While he was confused, Jiang Anning had already followed the county magistrate and walked up to him.
"This is Zhou Geng, Zhou Baotou. You have met him before, so I think he is not unfamiliar."
The county magistrate introduced the two to each other: "This case will be handed over to Captain Zhou to take full responsibility. If you know anything or have any clues, just tell him."
Jiang Anning glanced at Wang Shang and said in a calm voice: "I don't have any clues. At that time, these people went to Chaohuang Embroidery Workshop to choose embroidery. Because their behavior was too weird, my parents paid more attention to it. .”
“I didn’t expect these people to sneak into the backyard with evil intentions.”
"According to those women, they were Zhao Jiang, the younger brother of Zhao Hai, who had a dispute with me before. They paid money to come here to spread rumors that I was having an affair with someone."
"But when I asked them about the origins of those powerful and powerful guards, they had no idea."
"Moreover, after they were caught, the guards ran away without hesitation."
"My parents went to chase us, and we met enthusiastic people on the road. Seeing that we were catching the thieves, they also helped us chase them."
“Thanks to the help of many kind-hearted people, we were able to intercept one of the escaping guards.”
"It's just that when our family workers and the people who were eager to help wanted to take the person to the government, the person suddenly fell ill and fell to the ground."
Jiang Anning carefully recounted the details that Duan Qingshan told her afterwards.
Wang Shang's brows furrowed, and he was so frowning that he almost killed a mosquito: "You mean, these people originally wanted to destroy your innocence, rather than kill you?"
Jiang Anning said "hmm".