The Daily Life of the Husband and Wife Selling Dog Food Through Time Traveling

"Uncle third?"

Zeng Yuanhua remained motionless on the ground, and Jiang Ning suddenly had an ominous premonition, which reached its peak after Zeng Ziming turned Zeng Yuanhua over.

Zeng Ziming accidentally touched a warm liquid with a strong smell of blood. He raised his palm tremblingly, looked at it in front of his eyes under the faint skylight, yelled, and immediately fell to the ground. Terrified, he crawled back on his hands and feet, and shouted incoherently, "Blood! There's blood! He's dead!"

While yelling loudly, he was trembling all over and wanted to get up, but his legs were so frightened that his legs went limp. He managed to stand up after crawling a few times, and ran away without looking back.

Under Zeng Yuanhua's body, a pool of bright red blood slowly spread, crawling meanderingly on the bluestone road, the clothes on his abdomen had been stained black and red by the blood, with the dagger stuck in the middle, his face distorted , his eyes were staring wide open, and his expression was extremely shocked. This may be the last feeling in his life, and it has been frozen in that moment forever since then.

The crowd in the audience suddenly became agitated and whispered. They wanted to come and check, but they were also worried that they would get into unnecessary trouble, so they stood not far away, with curiosity and excitement in their hearts, looking around here. , I thought it was an ordinary conflict, but I didn't expect that someone died. This is a big event.

Jiang Ning's heart sank, he was about to step forward, but Han Zhiyuan stopped him, shook his head, walked over to have a look, stretched out his hand to test Zeng Yuanhua's breath, and then came back and whispered: "I'm out of breath."

Li Yue stretched his neck and looked at it for a while, then cursed in a low voice: "It's what you deserve, isn't it retribution?"

Jiang Ning frowned slightly, turned his head to look at the crowd, and saw a few slightly familiar faces, including the shopkeeper and clerk of the cloth shop, and the shopkeeper of the nearby grocery store. After a little thought, he walked forward Go, when everyone saw him, they couldn't help but take a step back, as if they wanted to distance themselves from him.

Seeing this, Jiang Ning stopped in his tracks, no longer went forward, just bowed his hands to them, and said sincerely: "Everyone is shocked, and you can see clearly what happened just now, the shopkeeper Zeng was overthrown by the steward Zeng Ji , it has nothing to do with us, if the government sends someone to question and investigate, can you give us a witness?"

Everyone was silent, you looked at me, I looked at you, for a while, no one answered, Jiang Ning pursed his lips, and looked at the boss of Buxing: "Master Liu?"

Shopkeeper Liu has always been a gentle person. Seeing Jiang Ning's sincere eyes and a slight look of hope, his heart softened, so he nodded and said, "Naturally."

Jiang Ning smiled slightly, thanked him, and turned to the shopkeeper of the grocery store: "Shopkeeper Yang?"

Shopkeeper Yang coughed dryly, looked at the people around him, and nodded: "Yes."

Jiang Ning smiled and bowed to everyone, gratefully said: "Then Jiang will thank everyone first."

Everyone hurriedly said no, and the sky was getting dark. Now that the excitement was over, they dispersed in twos and threes.

Perhaps it was Zeng Ziming who ran away and reported directly to the official, so the government's yamen came very quickly. After they inspected the scene, they asked Jiang Ning and the others a few words, and all three of them answered truthfully one by one. Afterwards, someone collected Zeng Yuanhua's body and brought it back for examination by Wu.

This tragedy that happened by accident seemed to be passing away peacefully.

At the same time, in the Zeng family's mansion, Zeng and An were sitting in the study and looking over the accounts. Halfway through, he suddenly heard the noise coming from outside. He frowned and said to the boy waiting by the side: "Go and have a look." what happened."

The boy took the order and went, and came back in less than half a stick of incense, and replied: "It's the steward Zeng who has something to see."

Zeng and An didn't raise their heads: "Zeng is in charge? Which Zeng is in charge?"

The boy faltered, before carefully saying: "It's Zeng Ziming, he said, Zeng Yuanhua is dead..."

Zeng and An seemed not to hear clearly, they raised their heads and asked, "Who did you say died?"

The servant repeated: "It's Zeng Yuanhua, the former Treasurer Zeng."

Zeng and An's hands flicking through the ledger stopped, he took a deep breath, pondered for a moment, put down the ledger, and waved to the boy: "Let him in."

The boy took the order, and after a while, when he came in, he was followed by Zeng Ziming. Zeng and An sized him up for a while, and frowned slightly: "Are you Yuanhua's nephew?"

Zeng Ziming lowered his head, and hurriedly answered, Zeng Hean asked, "You said he died? How did he die?"

His tone was extremely calm, as if he had heard some unimportant news, showing indifference, Zeng Ziming shivered, and replied in a low voice: "Yes, he was killed."

Zeng and An put one hand on the table and closed the ledger, then looked up and asked casually, "By whom?"

Zeng Ziming swallowed hard, just kept his head down, not daring to look directly into Zeng and An's deep eyes, he coughed slightly dryly, and said: "A foreigner who robbed us of tea that day that one……"

His ending sound disappeared into the silence in the room, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, Zeng and An didn't speak, they took a sip of tea from the teacup beside them, and then hummed slowly, saying: "The plants planted in the same place Twice, I really looked up to him back then."

After he said this, he didn't make a sound or express his opinion. Zeng Ziming was anxious, like a pot full of boiling magma, and the torment was unbearable. No one knew better than him that he kicked It was Zeng Yuanhua's kick that caused him to be stabbed by mistake. If Zeng He'an refused to take action, I'm afraid that when the government investigates, he will be the one who will go to jail!

Thinking of this, his heart suddenly felt like a thousand horses trampling past, panicking like ants on a pot, but he didn't dare to make a sound, just lowered his head, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The room was silent for a long time, before Zeng Hean said: "What are you still standing there for? Have you reported to the police?"

Zeng Ziming sounded like a mosquito: "I, I panicked, so I reported..." He kept secrets in his heart. When he reported to the official, he didn't say clearly who killed the person. He only thought that he might be able to rely on Jiang Ning. people.

Hearing this, Zeng and An sneered suddenly, and put down their teacups: "As expected of the two uncles and nephews, they both have the same brains. You reported to the official first, and then came to find me now. The opportunity has been taken away." , I think you might as well go back and tidy up right now, and make arrangements for the funeral, maybe there is still time."

Hearing this, Zeng Ziming immediately understood that his little trick had been seen through, and he couldn't care less about it, so he immediately knelt down, kowtowed and cried loudly: "Master Zeng, please see that the little one is doing something for Zeng Ji." For the sake of what happened for so many years, let’s save the little one! The little one will definitely do his best for you in the future, until he dies!”

As he spoke, he began to smack his head with great force. After a while, his forehead was covered with blood marks.

Zeng and An looked at it for a while, then waved their hands, and said, "What are the names of those two foreigners? Where are they from?" Dare to snatch food from Zeng Ji's mouth, but it is a bit courageous. When he was young, he might appreciate it and solicit it, but now he doesn't need it anymore.

Hearing his question, Zeng Ziming immediately raised his head as if he had heard the gospel of life-saving, and said with hopeful eyes: "One is called Jiang Ning and the other is called Han Zhiyuan. I don't know exactly where they are. I only know that they followed the Shen family's caravan last year. From the North."

"Northern..." Zeng He'an pondered for a moment, seemed to think of something, waved his hands and said, "I know about this, you can go back."

Zeng Ziming was overjoyed to see that he had agreed to this matter, wiped his face, thanked him again and again, got up and left, and was about to go out when Zeng He'an's gloomy voice came from behind: "After you go back, shut your mouth tightly, Don't say anything, if you screw up, just burn a stick of incense for yourself and wait."

Zeng Ziming shivered, hurriedly answered Nono, and went out, only to realize that he could barely move.

The night seemed to pass peacefully. In the early morning of the second day, Jiang Ning heard the courtyard door being slammed. He stopped washing his face with water in his hands and listened carefully for a moment. The door was slammed even harder. Terrible, almost the entire door panel is shaking.

Jiang Ning paused for a while, washed his face calmly, straightened up, and was about to open the door, when Han Zhiyuan came out of the room with his clothes on, and stopped him, "I'll go."

Jiang Ning smiled: "Just open the door, you put on your clothes first."

Han Zhiyuan looked down, immediately put on his clothes hastily, stepped forward and grabbed Jiang Ning, pushed him back to the room forcefully, leaned against the wall, stared into his eyes, and said forcefully: "I'll drive, you Stay here."

Jiang Ning ignored him, Han Zhiyuan pinched his chin, looked straight into his eyes, and said in a low voice: "If you don't obey me again, the master will be violent at home. If the master beats someone up, he will even be afraid of himself."

Jiang Ning couldn't help laughing when he saw him talking nonsense in a serious manner.

Han Zhiyuan stroked his hair reassuringly, grabbed his head and kissed him hard, then said: "Wait at home, I'll be back in a while."

Jiang Ning raised his head and smiled slightly: "If you don't come back, I will go to Shen's house."

Hearing this, Han Zhiyuan immediately exploded, acting viciously: "If you dare to find that gay guy Shen Xuanqing! I'll break your leg!"

As he spoke, he touched Jiang Ning's face again, snorted, closed the door, buttoned it, and went into the yard.

Jiang Ning leaned his head against the wall, listening to the familiar footsteps gradually drifting away, the courtyard door creaked open, and a few conversations came, and finally, it was Han Zhiyuan's deliberately raised voice: "Several poor Lord, please wait a while, let me close the door for my daughter-in-law."

Then, there was the creaking sound of the courtyard door closing, like a long and helpless sigh, falling to the ground, and the courtyard returned to the tranquility of the previous morning.

Jiang Ning covered his eyes with one hand, and the powerlessness in his heart suddenly climbed up like bubbles in the deep sea...