After rebirth, my wife just wants to be a widow

Not long after, two officials came up, pressing down on a middle-aged man.

The man was about forty years old, with a bruise on his face. He had obviously been tortured. As soon as he arrived in the middle of the hall, he knelt on the ground with a slumped head, very obedient and honest.

"Master Shen, this is the businessman named Gu. If you have anything to say, feel free to ask him." The Minister of Dali Temple handed over the leadership to Master Shen.

Master Shen asked the people in the hall: "Let me ask you, do you recognize me?"

The man raised his head and glanced at Master Shen, showing a confused expression.

Just when everyone thought that the man was exposed, the man suddenly said: "Mr. Shen, why are you asking me this? You and I have met so many times, how could I not know you?"

Then he talked about the past of the two people in detail.

Listening to his conclusive memories, Mr. Shen was so angry that his beard trembled. However, because so much time had passed, it was impossible to verify what the businessman said. Even if Mr. Shen firmly denied it, he was suspected of deliberately alienating the relationship.

After the man finished speaking, he saw Lord Shen looking in disbelief and said aggrievedly: "Master Shen, why did you turn your back on me?

Didn't we agree at the beginning that I would give you some benefits and you would give me some conveniences, and we both get what we need?Now you have accepted Zhuangzi, but you have started to turn your back on me. This is so unethical! "

You know clearly that the other person is lying, but you can't defend yourself. This feeling is like a piece of dog skin plaster stained with feces, clinging to you shamelessly, deliberately disgusting you, and you can't get rid of it.

Master Shen couldn't help but become a little upset and angry.

He stroked his beard and couldn't help but think of his family.

Now, they should be at home, fighting against those who came to search their homes. They must have suffered a lot of grievances.

To win this confrontation, their whole family got involved.

Mr. Shen reminded himself that he must not let go of this link, otherwise he would have no face as the head of the family in the future.

Master Shen stroked his beard and thought carefully, seeming to have thought of something.

Narrowing his eyes, Lord Shen asked the businessman surnamed Gu again: "Then let me ask you, how did you give me the land deeds of those three villages?"

The businessman seemed to be endorsing him and answered very skillfully: "Mr. Shen, you are such a noble person and forget things. On the third day of the twelfth lunar month, we met at Tiansheng Lefang. I personally handed the land deed to you that day. Yes. It’s only been more than a month, you won’t forget it so quickly, right?”

Obviously he had been prepared.

Tiansheng Lefang is the place where Xia Meng used to be. It is self-evident who the master behind it is. If we really pursue the investigation, there will definitely be many so-called witnesses in the bandh. The businessman testified.

Furthermore, the third day of the twelfth lunar month was also chosen very cleverly.

On weekdays, Mr. Shen is on duty at the Ministry of Household Affairs and would never go to any music studio, but the third day of the twelfth lunar month happens to be his holiday.

Mr. Shen is an old-fashioned person and has no special hobbies. He maintains a gentle relationship with his colleagues with whom he has good relationships. He does not go out of his way to communicate with each other on holidays like others.

So whenever he had a break, Mr. Shen usually stayed at home, inspecting Shen Ruochuan's schoolwork, drinking some wine and relaxing, which was his biggest hobby.

But there is no absolute in everything, it’s just such a coincidence.

The third day of the twelfth lunar month happens to be that exception.

Because the Holy Emperor had left the matter of re-appointing the governor of Yizhou to Lu Yan, Master Shen saw that his future son-in-law was very busy, so he took the initiative to recommend several talented people he knew from poor families.

Mr. Shen remembered very clearly that on the holiday on the third day of the twelfth lunar month, he was accompanying Lu Yan to a house as a guest.

When the grandmother learned about their visit, she was very excited and cooked two bowls of egg noodles for them.

Seeing the old man walking over with two bowls of noodles in his hands like a treasure, the poor boy looked a little embarrassed and explained sheepishly: "You two adults are really sorry. My family has been farmers for three generations. All the money I had was used to educate me, so my life was not particularly comfortable.

This is my grandma, and she has always considered egg noodles a good thing.

When I was a child, I could only eat egg noodles if I received praise from my master.

In fact, my grandma's craftsmanship is really good. If the two adults don't dislike it, I'd like to invite you to have a taste. "

Master Shen and Lu Yan naturally did not refuse and ate the noodles with dignity.

After coming out, Mr. Shen also lamented to Lu Yan that this man had studied hard for more than ten years and finally became an official in the capital, but his life was still so tight. He must be an upright person who would not flatter others. People deserve to be given a chance to perform.

Thinking of this, Master Shen showed a calm smile, but did not tell the matter immediately. Instead, he pretended to be angry and said to the businessman named Gu: "Nonsense, when did I go to Lefang with you?"

"Why do you insist on denying it, Mr. Shen? That day you said you didn't have to go to court, so you asked me to meet at Tiansheng Lefang. This happened just a year ago, and people who want to come to the Lefang still remember it. "The businessman knelt on the ground, becoming more and more excited as he spoke, and finally said to the Minister of Dali Temple, "Your Excellency, you can call the people from Tiansheng Lefang, and it will be clear once you ask."

The minister of Dali Temple looked at Master Shen and saw that he had no objection, so he asked the officials to bring him over.

After a few cups of tea, the boss of Tiansheng Lefang was brought over.

The Minister of Dali Temple pointed at Mr. Shen and the businessman named Gu, and asked, "Let me ask you, do you recognize them two?"

The owner of the music studio blinked his cloudy eyes, looked between Mr. Shen and the businessman, and said, "I know you, these two came to my music studio for lunch a few years ago."

The Minister of Dali Temple continued to ask: "Then do you still remember when they came?"

"The third day of the twelfth lunar month." The band boss said with certainty.

"Bold!" The Minister of Dali Temple slapped the gavel heavily and asked sternly, "It has been more than a month since this incident. As far as I know, your music studio has a good business and there are many guests every day. How could you possibly Do you remember so clearly that they came on the third day of the twelfth lunar month?"

The owner of the music studio shrank from being yelled at, and explained with fear: "My lord, I am wronged, I really did not lie. The reason why I can remember it so clearly is because our music studio is usually open at night. That day But this gentleman came here at noon, and there were no other guests except their table, so I was particularly impressed."