Farming Happiness: Husband, Come and Plough the Fields

The group of people sat down where they were. During this period, Zhang Zheng held the booklet and talked about the clues he had recorded.

There was always a pair of eyes staring at him in the dark, and he felt very unhappy.

Unexpectedly, she only came into contact with Li Haitang and worked together to handle the case, with her husband accompanying her.

Zhang Zheng coughed lightly and tried not to think about it, but focused on the clues in front of him.

Lin Zi's husband's family is also in business. There are several shops in the family and they maintain a fleet of cars. They specialize in bringing goods from the north and selling barbarian tapestries.

In the past two years, the border town has not been peaceful, especially the war with the barbarians. The gates of the two countries have been closed, making it more difficult to transport the barbarians' things.

The Sun family was very smart, so they set up a small workshop in a border town to specialize in making tapestries, and then transported them to Kyoto, claiming that they were shipped from Manzi.

In this way, when the two countries went to war, the Sun family's business was not affected, but the price of tapestries increased a lot. Over and over again, the Sun family made a lot of money.

Sun Qi was not interested in making money, but he was a bit talented in reading. He and Lin Zi were not childhood sweethearts, and they had been engaged for many years. They originally planned to hold a wedding after Sun Qi passed the exam, and the date was already set. Unexpectedly, the happy event changed Become a funeral.

How unlucky it was to be bitten to death by a venomous snake, and the people in the yamen couldn't tell where the venomous snake came from. It might have snuck in secretly, so the Sun family had to admit it was bad luck.

Their son died tragically before they got married. The Sun family couldn't bear the blow and put the blame on the Lin family, saying that Lin Zi was the reincarnation of the evil star. If they were left as widows, the two of them would not live long and would definitely be killed.

In this way, Lin Zi's reputation was ruined and she could only stay at home peacefully, embroidering every day, reading scripts, and observing the festival for Sun Qi.

"She is embroidering a rebirth curse with cumbersome fonts. It has been at least a month."

When Li Haitang talked about salvation, Sun Qi died not long ago, so why did he just remember it?

Is there any influence on this, or is there something fishy about it?

Zhang Zheng admired Li Haitang very much. What is particularly good about Li Haitang is that he can always hit the nail on the head and grasp the key points of the problem.

"It's not just a month, it's actually about more than three months."

Zhang Zheng was keenly aware of this problem at the time, and Lin Zi's cousin explained that for two months, the climate in Kyoto changed too quickly, and Lin Zi could not adapt to it. She suffered from wind and heat intermittently, drank bitter medicinal soup, and was bedridden. In bed, this happens over and over again, and it takes about two months for it to feel better.

"More than three months ago?"

Li Haitang blinked. Didn't that coincide with Yang Xu's case?

If you want to involve them together, it can be explained that Lin Zi heard about the Yang Xu case, thought of her fiancé Sun Qi, and embroidered the death curse.

"Divine Doctor Li, this involvement is a bit forced."

Zhang Zheng frowned. On the surface, this was an independent case and had nothing to do with Zhuang Mu.

Just because Zhuang Mu committed the crime, we can't blame all the cases on that person.

"I know too."

Li Haitang does not deny this, but the Yang Xu case also happened on a rainy night. She seems to have remembered it correctly.

Combined with the previous cases around Kyoto, they all have one thing in common, that is, the methods of the perpetrators are extremely cruel.

Zhang Zheng was silent, with his head lowered, tapping and thinking in his hands. He was thinking about Li Haitang's words. Perhaps, what he thought was impossible often happened just like this.

"Sir, we have invited the co-worker you are looking for!"

An official, wiping sweat with one hand, ran in from the door to report.

"Bring people in."

Zhang Zheng waved his hand and went to the Yamen to retrieve the files and found out the investigation results sent from various places, but they were not very detailed and could not tell the reason.

Just as he was about to speak, the light in the lobby dimmed and a woman walked in.

"We're not working today. Did you go to the wrong place?"

Zhang Zheng waved his hand and thought to himself, all the officials knew how to stay away, and they didn't know to report anyone who came in.

"Master Zhang, Mrs. Jiang, a commoner woman, is the widow you found."

The woman was wearing a dress with blue flowers on a white background, a handkerchief on her head, and a large package in her hand. She spoke in a cheerful voice.

Li Haitang had a good impression of Mr. Jiang. In Daqi, being a ghostwriter was not as good as a profession that specialized in carrying dead people. Like actors, they were generally of the lower class and were looked down upon by others.

The reason for looking down upon it is that the people think that all the corpses that Wu Zuo touches are corpses, which are not normal deaths and are too unlucky.

In the yamen, there is a special office space for widowers. They rarely have contact with outsiders and spend all day in a dark corner.

Jiang was different. When she saw Zhang Zheng, she was still a little disbelieving. She introduced herself with a smile on her face. Her ancestors were all widowers. Her grandfather and father came to her.

Although people look down upon him, he is still a person who receives a salary from the yamen and eats the royal food.

Contact with the dead is not scary, what is scary is the unpredictable human heart of the perpetrator.

"well……"

Zhang Zheng couldn't help but tremble when he saw Jiang's hand. Very good, the woman is more meticulous. Maybe Jiang and Li Haitang can work together to find clues.

Li Haitang was in awe of Mr. Jiang. In modern times, forensic medicine is a noble profession.

Doctors save lives and heal the wounded, while forensic doctors speak for the dead and seek justice. They are on different tracks, but they are both making silent contributions.

She has no prejudice against others.

Mrs. Jiang looked at Li Haitang and heard that she was a miracle doctor. She hesitated and said, "Aren't you the miracle doctor Li who opened a medical clinic in Lucheng, North China?"

"Ah, how did you know?"

Zhang Zheng was very surprised. Li Haitang's reputation spread across thousands of mountains and rivers to Kyoto?

"Of course I know, Doctor Li solved the case."

Mrs. Jiang smiled. She was not happy to see a lady with her.

Performing an autopsy on a deceased person is not exciting or fun. If you fail to destroy the evidence, you will lose the clue.

Li Haitang was different. Her deeds had long been written down in documents, especially the use of beech bark to determine real and fake injuries. Jiang made a special experiment on her son and performed it in front of the whole family.

"Divine Doctor Li, I am so lucky to meet you. I heard that you can also perform juggling, transform into a living person, and swallow fireballs..."

Jiang ignored Zhang Zheng and was extremely enthusiastic about Li Haitang.

Zhang Zheng:......

Li Haitang:......

In this era, there is no Internet or mobile phone communication. She can only rely on words. Who can tell her how it was transmitted so far!

Ms. Jiang expressed her admiration and then adjusted her expression, becoming completely different from before.

"Sir Zhang, after receiving the news that you sent someone to deliver her, the woman packed her things and came here quickly. She has been traveling all the way and hasn't eaten yet."

Mrs. Jiang stared at Zhang Zheng, Jingzhaoyi Yamen was rich, so he couldn't afford not to give him a meal, right? After seeing the corpse for a while, how could she still eat it?

Zhang Zheng: ...oooooooo, they are all monsters! He took a deep breath, tried to be calm, and then sent someone to the back hall to bring food to Mr. Jiang, making sure that he was full first.