Chapter 91 Aged in Ding Mao
Dayan Qianhao's nineteenth year, aged in Ding Mao, March 5th, the day of the zodiac, Ding Si, suitable for burial.
Spring has been here for more than a month, and the mood of spring is getting stronger. The trees are sprouting new buds and are slightly moist after the rain.
Outside the yamen of Nushi Town in the east of Shu, there was a sudden cry that shook the sky, startling a group of small birds to fly away.
"My lord! It's unfair! It's unfair! It's impossible for my son to kill someone!"
An old woman knelt in front of the steps of the Yamen, crying so hard that she couldn't breathe. Her head kept banging on the steps, her white hair was scattered, and her forehead was covered with blood.
There were many relatives around her who were also crying and shouting. Some men even wanted to rush into the yamen, but were held back by the indifferent yamen with long killing sticks.
But there was no sympathy for the old woman and her relatives. There were even a few groups of people wearing sackcloth and mourning who were crying louder in the crowd.
"Son! Did you see it in the Spirit of Heaven? The murderer has been punished!"
"He has killed so many people, he deserves to be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts!"
"Master Qingtian! Kill him! Kill him!"
There was chaos outside the Yamen. In the Yamen court, a middle-aged man with dull eyes and as limp as mud was being carried away by two Yamen servants. His body was covered in blood, his hair was disheveled, and he seemed to have lost his soul.
In the courtroom, the magistrate was stroking his long beard and frowning, looking at the crowd of people crying and making noise outside the Yamen Gate.
“Here comes someone.”
He said solemnly: “The case of Zhou Lesheng’s murder of Wu Dachun, Li Dao, Cai Zhen and other nine people has been decided. People outside the hall are not allowed to make unreasonable noises, otherwise Beat it with a stick!”
The yamen servant raised his eyebrows slightly and paused for a moment to say, "Yes!" He strode outside.
“You!”
The leading government servants came to the crowd, glared at the crying old woman and others outside the hall and shouted: “Leave immediately, otherwise don’t blame us for being rude. !”
The old woman kowtowed to the point where she lost all strength. She half-crouched on the stone steps, raised her head, revealed a pair of eyes as red as blood, and shouted hoarsely: “You want to kill my son, why not do it now?” Just beat me to death with a stick!”
The relatives around her also started crying.
"How could my cousin kill someone? He just gave birth to a baby last month. There is no need!"
"It's unjust! It must be unjust!"
These people As soon as the commotion started, the family members of the murder victims in the crowd became very angry.
“What an injustice!”
Someone jumped out and cursed: "That bastard Zhou Lexheng comes to my house every day to collect debts. He beat my brother so hard that he couldn't even get out of bed! The man named Zhou even snatched my brothers and sisters away and sold them! If he didn't kill him, who else could it be? !”
“Excellent!” Another woman echoed: “My neighbor just owed a few hundred yuan, so Zhou Lesheng chased him with a knife, causing him to fall and cut his hand! They're all broken! He must be the murderer!"
The crowd was so angry that they suppressed the cries of the old woman and her relatives.
But the old woman is also a shrew. When she heard people say that her son was not good, her face changed, she turned around and cursed at the crowd: "It is only natural to pay back debts!"
< br>"They owe money to Master Gu, don't they want to repay the debt! My son is just doing things for Master Gu, what's my fault!"
When she scolded the crowd, they became angrier, and some of the angry ones even wanted to fight.
Zhou Lesheng's relatives did not show weakness and responded with fists.
"Hey! What to do! What to do!"
The guards were all furious and waved their hands: "How unbecoming is it to make noises and fights in front of the hall! Beat me!"
< br>The killing stick hit the back of the man who made the loudest noise, and he suddenly let out a scream.
Several government officials stepped into the crowd with sticks and struck those who made the most noise and noise with one stick after another. This trick was indeed effective, and the crowd dispersed immediately. The spectators were just here to have a good time, and no one wanted to be beaten to a bloody head for no apparent reason, so they turned around and ran away. Now that the relatives of the deceased saw the murderer commit suicide, they The knot in my heart has been resolved, but I was just dissatisfied with seeing the old woman complaining about her son. Now that the government officials came to drive them away, they also dispersed in a swarm.
On the other hand, the old woman and her relatives were extremely tough - when they saw the government officials coming to fight, they advanced instead of retreating, and several men pushed forward with the sticks. Looks like I'm going to fight in the Yamen!
But ordinary people are ordinary people after all. No matter how ruthless they are, they can't be as ruthless as a government servant wearing uniforms and holding a big stick.
“You dare to rush into the Yamen?”
Everyone was so angry that they blew their beards and stared: "Hit them all hard!"
When he shouted, the old woman in front of the steps started crying fiercely.
She patted the ground, pulled her collar, and cried hoarsely: "Son! This world is unfair! The people in the yamen have taken money and want to harm us two! Damn it!" They all deserve to die!"
"Especially the magistrate, he is a child who has no butthole..."
This shout made everyone furious.
"Dare you scold my brother-in-law?!"
He didn't care about anything else. He waved his killing stick and hit the old woman hard on the forehead!
Seeing that this stick was about to hit his head and make his brains explode and stain the yamen with blood, a hand suddenly came out from nowhere and rested lightly under the stick.
This powerful and heavy stick hit the palm of my hand, like a sea of mud, and there was no movement at all.
They were all startled and looked sideways.
I saw a handsome young man standing next to me, looking at me with a smile.
This young man looks to be seventeen or eighteen years old, and his appearance is a bit weird. He is wearing a blue Taoist robe, but he does not wear a Taoist bun or a Taoist crown. He even carries a large wood-grained bow on his back. , not like a Taoist priest, but like a hunter who stole the clothes of a Taoist priest.
"You are..."
As soon as Dutou finished speaking, he heard the young man laugh and say: "I am Fu Qingzhou, a disciple of Wuwei Guan. It was your county magistrate who asked me to help investigate this case. "Yes, don't you know?"
"What's the mess?" Dutou frowned: "When..."
In the middle of his words, he suddenly saw a strange color in the young man's eyes, and there seemed to be strange power spreading out of those pupils. In just a blink of an eye, his head and face calmed down, and then he smiled.
“Oh, yes, yes!”
He seemed to suddenly remember something, and suddenly said: “There is such a thing! There is such a thing!”
“That’s right. "Yes." Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "Just drive these people away, don't fight anymore - take me to see the magistrate."
Everyone nodded.
All this happened very quickly, and neither the government officials nor the people making the fuss were aware of what was happening.
But the next moment, they felt that their minds were empty at the same time, their faces were all stunned, and the movements of fighting each other stopped, as if they had forgotten what they were doing at the same time.
Then the government officials put away their killing sticks in a good-looking manner and said to the troublemaker: "Okay, let's go."
"Oh, okay." The old woman The person was the first to get up. The eye marks on his face were not yet dry, and he was the first to turn around and leave.
The same was true for the rest of the relatives. They followed the old woman, and they walked away as if nothing happened, with bruises all over their bodies from being beaten with sticks.
The crowd not far away who had not gone far and were trying to eat the whole melon were all confused.
They just looked at the two groups of people who were almost covered in blood just five steps before they dispersed so easily.
As for Fu Qingzhou, who created this strange scene... he has already followed Na Dutou into the Yamen.
(End of this chapter)