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

Three days was neither long nor short, but in Jiang Ning's view, it was too difficult. When he was eating alone, he suddenly remembered a sentence he had read somewhere, two days Only when we are together is it called eating, and eating alone is called eating fodder.

Thinking of this, the food in his mouth tastes like chewing wax. He has no expression on his face, and chews with numb movements, as if he is really eating feed.

In fact, Jiang Ning had already made preparations to live alone before he knew his sexual orientation. In his opinion, in such a short life, in the vast crowd, at the right time, a person should meet A lover who is compatible with him, and spend the rest of his life with him smoothly, this is definitely a person with a lot of luck. However, Jiang Ning has always felt that his luck is not very good, so for a long time, he is very concerned about the future. His partner doesn't report any expectations, so he doesn't even bother to think about such a small probability event.

Until he met Han Zhiyuan, Jiang Ning suddenly realized that he was not unlucky in the past, perhaps all his luck was accumulated, just to meet this person, that's all.

On the third day, the day when the hall opened, Jiang Ning went to wait outside the official mansion early. After a while, Mr. Zhang and Mr. Zhao came over together. The gatekeeper was still the same one. When he saw them, he casually asked: "The prisoner's family?"

Without waiting for Jiang Ning and the others to answer, he waved his hand to signal them to go in.

Bypassing the screen wall, the public hall comes into view. There are two public cases in the hall, and the officials are neatly lined up on both sides, waiting with solemn expressions and eyes fixed on each other.

The three of Jiang Ning waited for about ten minutes. Behind the screen wall at the gate, another group of people came out. The most conspicuous one was Zeng Ziming. Although he walked last this time, Jiang Ning could see his huge size at a glance.

The one walking in front of Zeng Ziming was a middle-aged man with a thin figure and indifferent eyes. People laughed and looked cheerful, like Maitreya Buddha.

Jiang Ning heard Zhao Lieutenant whispered: "It turned out to be him."

Jiang Ning turned his head and said, "What's wrong?"

Lawyer Zhao snorted and explained: "The one in the middle is the lawyer Zeng Ji invited. His surname is Qian. People say that money is terrible. He is the best at telling stories, turning black and white, making excuses, and making profit from the fisherman. It's him."

Jiang Ning's heart tightened suddenly: "Very tricky?"

After a little hesitation, Zhao Lieutenant said: "This person is omnipotent..."

Jiang Ning immediately understood his unfinished words, pursed his lips, and said: "Master Zhao Litigation, don't worry, just do your best and obey the destiny."

The words on his mouth sounded like he was comforting Zhao Lianshi, but in fact he was talking to himself, as if he was desperately trying to ease his clenched heart.

Zhao Lieutenant looked at his pale expression, was a little worried, and instead comforted him, saying: "The case is still pending, and we don't know if there will be a turnaround."

Jiang Ning forced a laugh and nodded.

It wasn't until the sun rose above the head that the magistrate came late, followed by a civil official, and after the two sat down, they patted the gavel: "Ascension hall!"

The official said: "Lead people to commit crimes."

After all the servants finished singing, the sound of iron chains clinking was heard not far away, Jiang Ning's heart was suddenly grasped by something, he clenched his fists desperately, and it took a while before he dared to turn his head to look.

Although Han Zhiyuan was wearing shackles on his hands and feet, he was in good spirits, and he was not too embarrassed. His steps were steady, as before, with a calm manner, as if he was not walking in the courtroom, but in the small backyard of their house. Jiang Ning looked over, his eyes suddenly lit up, shining brightly, and then he laughed, his long and narrow eyes were slightly curved, the corners of his eyes were raised, and his eyes seemed to be filled with gentle water.

Jiang Ning also curled the corners of his mouth, showing a smile, and when his eyes met, his heart, which had been tightened all the time, suddenly calmed down.

The officials in the hall read out loud the incident and process of the case, but it was just a polished version. The dagger belonged to Han Zhiyuan, they also provoked the conflict, and they were the ones who pushed people away. Zeng Ziming and Zeng Yuanhua were just Just passing by.

The magistrate with a big belly closed his eyes slightly. After listening, he waved his hand at the official. The official nodded and asked loudly, "Prisoner Han Zhiyuan, can you plead guilty?!"

Han Zhiyuan chuckled lightly without raising his head: "I don't recognize it."

The magistrate immediately opened his eyes, and when the civil official saw this, he immediately slapped the table and said sharply: "There are all the witnesses and evidence, what else do you have to argue?!"

Jiang Ning suddenly took a step forward, cupped his hands and said, "My lord, Caomin has something to say."

The clerk turned to look at him and frowned: "Who are you?"

Jiang Ning replied neither humble nor overbearing: "Caomin Jiang Ning is Han Zhiyuan's brother-in-law." He repeated again: "Caomin was also there that day, Caomin has something to say."

The civil servant looked back at the magistrate, raised his chin slightly: "If you have anything to say, let's listen to it."

Jiang Ning cupped his hands, and said: "What happened that day is different from what is in your file, but it was Zeng Yuanhua and Zeng Ziming who came to the gate of Buxing together, and made provocative words, especially Zeng Ziming, who yelled and cursed for a while in the street. At that time, many passers-by and shopkeepers from nearby shops were attracted to watch. Then Zeng Yuanhua raised his knife and stabbed at the grassroots. My brother kicked him out in a moment of anxiety. After Zeng Yuanhua got up, he raised his knife again Leaping towards Caomin, my elder brother had no choice but to restrain his hands, but Zeng Yuanhua still did not give up and tried to break free, Caomin stepped forward to grab the knife, and his palm was scratched."

As he spoke, he showed his palms, the wound was not bandaged, a deep scar stretched from the tiger's mouth to his wrist, the flesh was rolled up, revealing the deep red tender flesh, which showed that the force was extremely fierce at that time.

Han Zhiyuan frowned slightly, the magistrate in the courtroom squinted his eyes, took a glance, and hummed slowly: "Go on."

"Yes," Jiang Ning said unhurriedly: "Later Zeng Yuanhua used too much force and did break free. Because he was holding a knife in his hand, my brother turned him around and pushed him out, accidentally bumping into the person behind him. Zeng Ziming, because Zeng Yuanhua was carrying us behind his back, did not see clearly how Zeng Ziming moved, and then Zeng Yuanhua rushed to the left, fell to the ground, stabbed himself with a dagger and died."

When he said this, he paused, bowed his hands and saluted: "At that time, many neighbors in the neighborhood could clearly see that this matter was not caused by us, and Zeng Yuanhua did not die because of us. Please learn from me."

The magistrate grunted, expressionless, then turned to Zeng Ziming and his party and said, "Do you have anything to say?"

Zeng Ziming was about to speak back, but he didn't know why, so he restrained himself abruptly, and kept silent. The thin middle-aged man gave Qian Yaoming a glance, and Qian Yaoming stepped forward with a smile: "My lord, the grass-roots have objections." .”

The magistrate waved his hand carelessly: "Say it."

Qian Yaoming smiled cunningly, and asked Jiang Ning, "How was the weather at that time?"

Jiang Ning pursed his lips slightly: "It's evening."

Qian desperately raised his eyebrows: "Since it is evening, the sky must be dark, how far are those neighbors from you?"

Before Jiang Ning could answer, Zhao Lieutenant said, "Qian Lianshi, it's summer now, it didn't rain that evening, and there was still a cloud of clouds in the sky, I wonder if Qian Lianshi still remembers?"

Hearing this, Qian laughed desperately, stopped continuing the topic, and said instead: "Then do you have evidence to prove that the dagger was brought by Zeng Yuanhua, and that the matter was provoked by Zeng Ziming? Just based on your one-sided words ?”

This is obviously talking nonsense with eyes open. Jiang Ning has made it very clear. At that time, many neighbors saw it. Zhao Litigation Master snorted coldly, took out the testimony, and said: "I have two testimonies here, both of which were at that time. The shopkeeper of the cloth shop who witnessed the scene, and the shopkeeper of the grocery shop wrote and signed it, it is clear, can the lawyer want to take a look?"

The litigator Qian quibbled: "The testimony can also be falsified. At that time, only the two of you and one assistant were present, and the other party was Zeng Ziming and Zeng Yuanhua. Even if the dagger was really taken out by Zeng Yuanhua as you said, then How can you prove that you didn't snatch his dagger and stab him again? After all, Mr. Jiang still has scratches from the dagger on his hand, which is the evidence."

Jiang Ning realized that Qian Keming had always wanted to drag the case on them. He didn't present any evidence himself, but just turned around and poured dirty water on them indiscriminately. If they wanted to clean up, they had to find a way to find evidence. Arguing one by one, in this way, one of them will fall into a passive state and be exhausted.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ning suddenly said, "I don't know if Master Qian is usually left-handed or right-handed?"

While Qian Yaoming was complacent, he couldn't help being taken aback when he heard this question, and said, "I've always used my right hand, what advice do you have?"

Jiang Ning smiled slightly: "Ask Master Qian to stab forward with a dagger in his hand."

Hearing this, Qian was a bit puzzled, but he did it anyway, made a gesture, and his complexion suddenly changed.

Jiang Ning said again: "If the dagger is accidentally pointed at me when I fall down, what should I do? Ask Qian Litigation Master to demonstrate."

Qian Zhiming's expression is a bit ugly, if a person holds a dagger and stabs flat, the wound must be straight or downward, but when a person falls down, if the dagger is facing him, the wound must be upward!

After being stunned for a moment, he suddenly thought of something and laughed: "You mean, there is something wrong with Zeng Yuanhua's wound?"

Jiang Ning nodded: "Please do a test and you will know."

Qian Xingming laughed: "There is one thing you probably don't know, Zeng Yuanhua's body has already been buried in the ground."