Inscription of Different Cases
Chapter 1
Only a few days after Han Lang took office, he solved a murder case and seized an underground gambling house that operated Chipu.
Xipu, also known as Wumu, is a board game similar to Shuanglu. It was so popular in the former dynasty that even the emperor couldn't put it down.As the saying goes, what is good at the top must be followed by the bottom. The civil and military dynasties of the Manchu Dynasty were obsessed with this kind of game. In serious cases, they even had no time to care for the people and councilors, and forgot to sleep and eat.The folks even opened countless gambling houses, crowded with people, full of smoke, laughter and wailing one after another.Some people even go in to gamble at dawn, and never come out until they lose all their money.
It can be said that the popularity of Azalea Pussy is the beginning of the demise of the previous dynasty.
The law of the current dynasty has already decreed: those who gamble on property with more than one coin will be punished with one hundred sticks;As a result, the gambling trend in the streets and alleys gradually faded away.The few people Han Lang caught had learned a lot. They were located in a hidden warehouse, and the gamblers deliberately dressed plainly so that no one would notice if they entered late at night.
Early that morning, Han Lang patrolled the street as usual.He is a county lieutenant who has just taken office, and his official position is not big, so he still has to do handy tasks like patrolling.It is still Chen Shi, the sky is twilight, and the morning market has just set up the stalls.There were not many passers-by on the road, but when they saw this young county lieutenant walking steadily from a distance, most of them smiled and waved.
"Hey, little brother of the Han family, it's so early!"
"What little brother, I should be called Master Han—Master Han, I left you a bunch of celery! Look at this juicy and juicy one, remember to pick it up at night!"
Han Lang was a little embarrassed, scratched the back of his head and said: "Everyone in the neighborhood, didn't you tell me not to call you 'adult'? It sounds weird."
"Hey, what are you talking about! You are promising, and the neighbors are also getting rich, right?" A steamed bun seller patted him on the back, and then stuffed two steamed buns wrapped in oil paper into his arms, "Take Come on, your Aunt Zhao's steamed buns are enough for you to run ten miles!"
Han Lang wanted to refuse, but Mrs. Zhao was already prepared, and quickly withdrew to her booth before he could speak.It happened that other guests came, she greeted and shouted to Han Lang, "Don't be polite to us!"
Han Lang had no choice but to thank him with a smile, and took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun: "Oh! It's so delicious!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Uncle Liu from the opposite door stuffed him with a handful of roasted chestnuts, and Aunt Li from the tailor shop not far away also waved to him, letting him pick up the clothes he just made in the afternoon when he was free.After a few polite words with Aunt Li, he heard a long shout from the side: "Jelly Bean Sweet Cake—Needle Thread Brain—Silk Flower Fat Powder—Children's stuff—"
Then, a man came towards them with a cargo box on his back. He was holding a special snare drum in his hand, beating loudly as he walked.As soon as this person came, the pedestrians on the road turned their heads one after another, and some even began to bow their heads and discuss.Han Lang also looked over, as soon as he heard the voice, he knew who it was.
Lin Xiaosheng, a well-known shopkeeper in this street.
It stands to reason that the most ordinary industry of being a peddler should not have any reputation at all.But Lin Xiaosheng is an exception, the main reason is that he looks really special: a handsome face like jade, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, tall and tall, and personable.Standing in this city and alley with a cargo box on his back, he looks like a gangster who has gone to the wrong place.
His business has always been astonishingly good, and when the "shocking boudoir" drum in his hand beats, all the girls within ten miles flock to him.He doesn't talk much, but has a refined demeanor. Many people guess whether he is a down-and-out scholar.Especially the girls in the neighborhood, the young ones may be a little shy, the married young women don't hold back anymore, just grab a lot of candy or pick a few beautiful silk flowers, and then take the opportunity to give a glance.No matter whether Lin Xiaosheng responded or not, they all looked satisfied.
Therefore, men on the street generally don't like him.
Except Han Lang.
"Morning!" Han Lang greeted him.The two of them are neighbors now, Lin Xiaosheng has moved here for more than half a year, they are about the same age, and Han Lang is an acquaintance, so they became friends with him.
At this moment, Lin Xiaosheng had already approached, and nodded to Han Lang with a calm expression.Seeing this, Uncle Liu snorted, and whispered to Han Lang: "This little boy knows how to please women. How can a man be so handsome when he looks like that?"
Aunt Li, who was nearly forty years old, also smiled. At her age, she is no longer interested in beautiful young people, but cares more about the trivial matters of some parents.So she took a meaningful look at Han Lang, and said, "It's still Mr. Han, who looks talented and promising."
Uncle Liu nodded in agreement.Han Lang was indeed not bad looking, with a tall figure and a well-proportioned physique. He looked like a standard Lianjiazi.He is different from Lin Xiaosheng, he has a slightly darker complexion, with sharp brows and thin lips, he is very capable and heroic like a man.After Aunt Li finished speaking, she looked at him thoughtfully for a while, and suddenly muttered: "By the way, why is Master Han not planning to get married yet? It's not good to procrastinate..."
As soon as Han Lang heard that the topic was wrong - Aunt Li probably wanted to pull herself into a matchmaker again, so she hurriedly found an excuse to say that she still had something to do and it was time to leave.He just lifted his leg and took a few steps, and happened to pass by the shopkeeper. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the man smiled at him.
Tsk, look at his joke again.
He didn't take it seriously, and said casually, "The two windmills behind you are crooked."
Lin Xiaosheng said "Oh", and Han Lang helped him straighten him, thanked him and left.
Han Lang continued to patrol, walking all the way, people greeted him everywhere, and some even wanted to drag him to chat.There is no other way, Han Lang's parents left early and grew up eating Baijiafan.His father was also a county lieutenant, a nine-rank sesame official, who had done a lot of good things for the people in the county.It is a human tradition to repay kindness, not to mention that Han Lang is lonely and pitiful, and the neighbors around him will help if they think they can. More than ten years have passed, and Han Lang has really grown up.
Surrounded by everyone, Han Lang was a little embarrassed, so he could only say that he was performing official duties, and if the county magistrate found out, he would definitely be punished.The neighbors didn't seem to care when they heard it. They watched the county captain grow up, so why delay it for a while?
"Why, have you forgotten about your family after eating public meals?" Someone said cheerfully, "The big guy just flattered you, so as to save those yamen servants from bullying others all day long. Now that you are covering us, we can all relax." Already!"
Han Lang knew he was joking.At this time, another person answered: "Exactly! Those who are urging rent and taxes don't dare to hit people!"
This sentence elicits many echoes.Han Lang responded, thinking that it was not his fault.Not long ago, there was a tragedy: someone died in a small pond in the east of the city, but he was not drowned. There was a huge knife wound on his abdomen, and the wound matched the yamen servant's saber at first glance.The magistrate of this county is a timid and fearful old man. On the surface, he has already pushed the matter to the robbers, but secretly he felt uneasy, so he ordered his subordinates to investigate the case.
So all the yamen servants behaved a lot, for fear of being suspicious of themselves.Han Lang searched for a day without any results, and now is the time when he is at a loss.Thinking of this, he realized that there was really no time to waste now. After patrolling the streets, it was best to go to the scene of the crime.So he hurriedly said goodbye to the neighbors, and stepped up his pace while thinking about the case.If this case is to be dragged on any longer, it is estimated that it will become an unsolved case.
At noon, the sky gradually became cloudy, and it didn't take long for light rain to fall.The spring rain is continuous, and the sky becomes faster than turning a book.When Han Lang arrived at the place, the surrounding light was as dark as evening.He muttered "annoying", and first found a shelter to hide, thinking about waiting for the rain to pass.
The rainwater wetted the pavement paved with gravel, and slowly flowed along the criss-cross gaps, spreading to Han Lang's heels.He took half a step back, subconsciously looking forward along the road, and suddenly felt a gloomy gaze sweeping over from the darkness, looking at him calmly.
Han Lang practiced martial arts since he was a child, and immediately felt chills stand on end, and an inexplicable feeling arose in his heart.That gaze flickered for a moment, very short and sharp, like a cold dagger gliding past his neck.He couldn't help raising his right hand to touch the back of his neck. At this moment, he caught a glimpse of a figure in the corner of the far wall, which was a very vague shape, like a cloud of cloudy smoke.
He couldn't help being stunned, feeling that the man had something to say to him for no reason.
"What's the matter?" he asked.As soon as the words were finished, the blurry outline suddenly became clear. It was clearly a man in crow blue clothes, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, small and narrow eyes, and a somewhat submissive look.He carried a child on his back, who seemed to be one or two years old, and was already fast asleep.
Because the color of the clothes is too close to the rain screen, it is possible that I may be dazzled for a while.Thinking of this, Han Lang simply took a few steps forward.When he was still ten feet away from that person, the other person finally looked up at him.He didn't know if it was a problem with the light, but he always felt that the pupils of that person were very small, as if there were only whites in his eyes.
So did the child, though fast asleep.But his complexion and exposed skin are a little blue, and he always feels sick.
Han Lang hesitated for a moment, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart.At this time, the man stretched out a hand, motioning for Han Lang to catch something.Han Lang asked again: "What's the matter with you?" The other party still didn't answer, and moved his wrist, as if urging.
Han Lang finally picked it up, feeling something like a block of wood fell into his palm, and it was cold.
"what is this?"
Before he had time to look, he heard someone calling his name behind him.Turning around, it turned out that Mrs. Zhao, who was selling steamed buns, was hurrying over with an umbrella: "Hey, Master Han! Why are you standing here in the rain! You don't even have an umbrella."
As soon as the words fell, an umbrella was propped on his head.Han Lang hurriedly took over the handle of the umbrella, only to realize that his sleeves were soaked through, and when he lowered his head again, the water flowed down his forehead, almost blinding his eyes.
"Oh, how long have you been standing? Wipe it off quickly." Aunt Zhao took out a handkerchief from nowhere, tiptoed, and was about to wipe it on his face.Han Lang looked a little embarrassed, said "it's all right", and took it over to fool around a few times.
Aunt Zhao in front of her was still babbling, saying that Han Langdu was still so confused in his 20s, and he had been so virtuous since he was a child. It is pitiful for the child to have no parents.As he talked, he said that he was sentimental, so that Han Lang had to stand there at a loss.After a while, Aunt Zhao suddenly got excited as if thinking of something, she tugged on Han Lang's sleeve and said, "Here...this is the place where the dead people died a few days ago, right?"
Han Lang woke up like a dream.It is true that the pond was next to it, and the body was found there. It had been stabbed in the abdomen, and its face was soaked so badly that it could not be saved long ago.At this moment, he suddenly remembered that there was another man beside him, but when he looked sideways again, the man in the blue shirt had disappeared without a trace.
The action is too fast, it can't be... that kind of thing?
It's a bit embarrassing to say that Han Lang, the county captain, is not afraid of bloody corpses, but he is afraid of ghosts.Others may be afraid of the unknown, but Han Lang is not. He has been able to see those unclear things since he was ten years old, and they always like to come to his side.Seeing a translucent shadow hanging on the beam when nothing happened, or waking up in the morning with a pair of bright red embroidered shoes beside me, these things will only bring fear at first, then become irritability, and then become disgust.
His father was a collateral descendant of a certain celestial master, but instead of doing that, he became a county lieutenant.His father taught him a lot in this regard, but he was still full of disgust and self-deception. He just wanted to pretend that he couldn't see anything, and be an ordinary person with peace of mind.
It's the same now, although he has associations with ghosts, he still thinks in the direction of "human".Maybe that person just walked too fast and didn't pay attention.Mrs. Zhao didn't hear him calling him a few times, so she just pinched his arm and said, "What's wrong? Could it be a cold... or an evil? No, no, we can't stay in this place for a long time."
As he spoke, he dragged Han Lang out. Han Lang had something on his mind, and his legs subconsciously kept up with Mrs. Zhao's steps.The rain was already heavy, and it was gray everywhere, and he couldn't see where the man was going for a while.He only felt that the surroundings were gloomy, except for the splashing rain curtain, like a drowsy barrier, separating him from the world around him.
Aunt Zhao was still rambling on, nothing more than scolding him for not knowing how to take care of herself.He felt a little warm in his heart, comfortable and warm, so he forgot to ask Mrs. Zhao if she saw any men in blue shirts just now.
Aunt Zhao came out to buy vegetables, and she was still carrying things in her hands. Han Lang simply sent him home and borrowed an umbrella.As soon as he went out, he encountered two families arguing, and he stopped for a long time to mediate.Anyway, his Jiupin county lieutenant is in charge of these trivial matters, and he is a warm-hearted person. When the matter is finished, it will be dark.
The case has not been investigated yet.
It's a little late to go out now. I wanted to visit the nearby residents to ask about the situation, but it was not a good time to go.Just as he was hesitating, his hand brushed the leather pouch on his waist naturally, suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed, the man gave himself something, where did he put it?
I opened the leather bag and saw that it was really inside.It was a small block of wood carved into the shape of a ginkgo, painted black on one side and white on the other.He looked carefully under the bright light, and found that the black side was carved with the shape of a cow, and the white side was a pheasant.
Although gambling has been banned in this dynasty, Han Lang still knows about it.This turned out to be a dice of Acanthus chinensis!
The author has something to say: Lin Xiaosheng and Han Lang are not Xipi, not Xipi, not Xipi!Say important words three times!
Xipu, also known as Wumu, is a board game similar to Shuanglu. It was so popular in the former dynasty that even the emperor couldn't put it down.As the saying goes, what is good at the top must be followed by the bottom. The civil and military dynasties of the Manchu Dynasty were obsessed with this kind of game. In serious cases, they even had no time to care for the people and councilors, and forgot to sleep and eat.The folks even opened countless gambling houses, crowded with people, full of smoke, laughter and wailing one after another.Some people even go in to gamble at dawn, and never come out until they lose all their money.
It can be said that the popularity of Azalea Pussy is the beginning of the demise of the previous dynasty.
The law of the current dynasty has already decreed: those who gamble on property with more than one coin will be punished with one hundred sticks;As a result, the gambling trend in the streets and alleys gradually faded away.The few people Han Lang caught had learned a lot. They were located in a hidden warehouse, and the gamblers deliberately dressed plainly so that no one would notice if they entered late at night.
Early that morning, Han Lang patrolled the street as usual.He is a county lieutenant who has just taken office, and his official position is not big, so he still has to do handy tasks like patrolling.It is still Chen Shi, the sky is twilight, and the morning market has just set up the stalls.There were not many passers-by on the road, but when they saw this young county lieutenant walking steadily from a distance, most of them smiled and waved.
"Hey, little brother of the Han family, it's so early!"
"What little brother, I should be called Master Han—Master Han, I left you a bunch of celery! Look at this juicy and juicy one, remember to pick it up at night!"
Han Lang was a little embarrassed, scratched the back of his head and said: "Everyone in the neighborhood, didn't you tell me not to call you 'adult'? It sounds weird."
"Hey, what are you talking about! You are promising, and the neighbors are also getting rich, right?" A steamed bun seller patted him on the back, and then stuffed two steamed buns wrapped in oil paper into his arms, "Take Come on, your Aunt Zhao's steamed buns are enough for you to run ten miles!"
Han Lang wanted to refuse, but Mrs. Zhao was already prepared, and quickly withdrew to her booth before he could speak.It happened that other guests came, she greeted and shouted to Han Lang, "Don't be polite to us!"
Han Lang had no choice but to thank him with a smile, and took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun: "Oh! It's so delicious!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Uncle Liu from the opposite door stuffed him with a handful of roasted chestnuts, and Aunt Li from the tailor shop not far away also waved to him, letting him pick up the clothes he just made in the afternoon when he was free.After a few polite words with Aunt Li, he heard a long shout from the side: "Jelly Bean Sweet Cake—Needle Thread Brain—Silk Flower Fat Powder—Children's stuff—"
Then, a man came towards them with a cargo box on his back. He was holding a special snare drum in his hand, beating loudly as he walked.As soon as this person came, the pedestrians on the road turned their heads one after another, and some even began to bow their heads and discuss.Han Lang also looked over, as soon as he heard the voice, he knew who it was.
Lin Xiaosheng, a well-known shopkeeper in this street.
It stands to reason that the most ordinary industry of being a peddler should not have any reputation at all.But Lin Xiaosheng is an exception, the main reason is that he looks really special: a handsome face like jade, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, tall and tall, and personable.Standing in this city and alley with a cargo box on his back, he looks like a gangster who has gone to the wrong place.
His business has always been astonishingly good, and when the "shocking boudoir" drum in his hand beats, all the girls within ten miles flock to him.He doesn't talk much, but has a refined demeanor. Many people guess whether he is a down-and-out scholar.Especially the girls in the neighborhood, the young ones may be a little shy, the married young women don't hold back anymore, just grab a lot of candy or pick a few beautiful silk flowers, and then take the opportunity to give a glance.No matter whether Lin Xiaosheng responded or not, they all looked satisfied.
Therefore, men on the street generally don't like him.
Except Han Lang.
"Morning!" Han Lang greeted him.The two of them are neighbors now, Lin Xiaosheng has moved here for more than half a year, they are about the same age, and Han Lang is an acquaintance, so they became friends with him.
At this moment, Lin Xiaosheng had already approached, and nodded to Han Lang with a calm expression.Seeing this, Uncle Liu snorted, and whispered to Han Lang: "This little boy knows how to please women. How can a man be so handsome when he looks like that?"
Aunt Li, who was nearly forty years old, also smiled. At her age, she is no longer interested in beautiful young people, but cares more about the trivial matters of some parents.So she took a meaningful look at Han Lang, and said, "It's still Mr. Han, who looks talented and promising."
Uncle Liu nodded in agreement.Han Lang was indeed not bad looking, with a tall figure and a well-proportioned physique. He looked like a standard Lianjiazi.He is different from Lin Xiaosheng, he has a slightly darker complexion, with sharp brows and thin lips, he is very capable and heroic like a man.After Aunt Li finished speaking, she looked at him thoughtfully for a while, and suddenly muttered: "By the way, why is Master Han not planning to get married yet? It's not good to procrastinate..."
As soon as Han Lang heard that the topic was wrong - Aunt Li probably wanted to pull herself into a matchmaker again, so she hurriedly found an excuse to say that she still had something to do and it was time to leave.He just lifted his leg and took a few steps, and happened to pass by the shopkeeper. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that the man smiled at him.
Tsk, look at his joke again.
He didn't take it seriously, and said casually, "The two windmills behind you are crooked."
Lin Xiaosheng said "Oh", and Han Lang helped him straighten him, thanked him and left.
Han Lang continued to patrol, walking all the way, people greeted him everywhere, and some even wanted to drag him to chat.There is no other way, Han Lang's parents left early and grew up eating Baijiafan.His father was also a county lieutenant, a nine-rank sesame official, who had done a lot of good things for the people in the county.It is a human tradition to repay kindness, not to mention that Han Lang is lonely and pitiful, and the neighbors around him will help if they think they can. More than ten years have passed, and Han Lang has really grown up.
Surrounded by everyone, Han Lang was a little embarrassed, so he could only say that he was performing official duties, and if the county magistrate found out, he would definitely be punished.The neighbors didn't seem to care when they heard it. They watched the county captain grow up, so why delay it for a while?
"Why, have you forgotten about your family after eating public meals?" Someone said cheerfully, "The big guy just flattered you, so as to save those yamen servants from bullying others all day long. Now that you are covering us, we can all relax." Already!"
Han Lang knew he was joking.At this time, another person answered: "Exactly! Those who are urging rent and taxes don't dare to hit people!"
This sentence elicits many echoes.Han Lang responded, thinking that it was not his fault.Not long ago, there was a tragedy: someone died in a small pond in the east of the city, but he was not drowned. There was a huge knife wound on his abdomen, and the wound matched the yamen servant's saber at first glance.The magistrate of this county is a timid and fearful old man. On the surface, he has already pushed the matter to the robbers, but secretly he felt uneasy, so he ordered his subordinates to investigate the case.
So all the yamen servants behaved a lot, for fear of being suspicious of themselves.Han Lang searched for a day without any results, and now is the time when he is at a loss.Thinking of this, he realized that there was really no time to waste now. After patrolling the streets, it was best to go to the scene of the crime.So he hurriedly said goodbye to the neighbors, and stepped up his pace while thinking about the case.If this case is to be dragged on any longer, it is estimated that it will become an unsolved case.
At noon, the sky gradually became cloudy, and it didn't take long for light rain to fall.The spring rain is continuous, and the sky becomes faster than turning a book.When Han Lang arrived at the place, the surrounding light was as dark as evening.He muttered "annoying", and first found a shelter to hide, thinking about waiting for the rain to pass.
The rainwater wetted the pavement paved with gravel, and slowly flowed along the criss-cross gaps, spreading to Han Lang's heels.He took half a step back, subconsciously looking forward along the road, and suddenly felt a gloomy gaze sweeping over from the darkness, looking at him calmly.
Han Lang practiced martial arts since he was a child, and immediately felt chills stand on end, and an inexplicable feeling arose in his heart.That gaze flickered for a moment, very short and sharp, like a cold dagger gliding past his neck.He couldn't help raising his right hand to touch the back of his neck. At this moment, he caught a glimpse of a figure in the corner of the far wall, which was a very vague shape, like a cloud of cloudy smoke.
He couldn't help being stunned, feeling that the man had something to say to him for no reason.
"What's the matter?" he asked.As soon as the words were finished, the blurry outline suddenly became clear. It was clearly a man in crow blue clothes, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, small and narrow eyes, and a somewhat submissive look.He carried a child on his back, who seemed to be one or two years old, and was already fast asleep.
Because the color of the clothes is too close to the rain screen, it is possible that I may be dazzled for a while.Thinking of this, Han Lang simply took a few steps forward.When he was still ten feet away from that person, the other person finally looked up at him.He didn't know if it was a problem with the light, but he always felt that the pupils of that person were very small, as if there were only whites in his eyes.
So did the child, though fast asleep.But his complexion and exposed skin are a little blue, and he always feels sick.
Han Lang hesitated for a moment, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart.At this time, the man stretched out a hand, motioning for Han Lang to catch something.Han Lang asked again: "What's the matter with you?" The other party still didn't answer, and moved his wrist, as if urging.
Han Lang finally picked it up, feeling something like a block of wood fell into his palm, and it was cold.
"what is this?"
Before he had time to look, he heard someone calling his name behind him.Turning around, it turned out that Mrs. Zhao, who was selling steamed buns, was hurrying over with an umbrella: "Hey, Master Han! Why are you standing here in the rain! You don't even have an umbrella."
As soon as the words fell, an umbrella was propped on his head.Han Lang hurriedly took over the handle of the umbrella, only to realize that his sleeves were soaked through, and when he lowered his head again, the water flowed down his forehead, almost blinding his eyes.
"Oh, how long have you been standing? Wipe it off quickly." Aunt Zhao took out a handkerchief from nowhere, tiptoed, and was about to wipe it on his face.Han Lang looked a little embarrassed, said "it's all right", and took it over to fool around a few times.
Aunt Zhao in front of her was still babbling, saying that Han Langdu was still so confused in his 20s, and he had been so virtuous since he was a child. It is pitiful for the child to have no parents.As he talked, he said that he was sentimental, so that Han Lang had to stand there at a loss.After a while, Aunt Zhao suddenly got excited as if thinking of something, she tugged on Han Lang's sleeve and said, "Here...this is the place where the dead people died a few days ago, right?"
Han Lang woke up like a dream.It is true that the pond was next to it, and the body was found there. It had been stabbed in the abdomen, and its face was soaked so badly that it could not be saved long ago.At this moment, he suddenly remembered that there was another man beside him, but when he looked sideways again, the man in the blue shirt had disappeared without a trace.
The action is too fast, it can't be... that kind of thing?
It's a bit embarrassing to say that Han Lang, the county captain, is not afraid of bloody corpses, but he is afraid of ghosts.Others may be afraid of the unknown, but Han Lang is not. He has been able to see those unclear things since he was ten years old, and they always like to come to his side.Seeing a translucent shadow hanging on the beam when nothing happened, or waking up in the morning with a pair of bright red embroidered shoes beside me, these things will only bring fear at first, then become irritability, and then become disgust.
His father was a collateral descendant of a certain celestial master, but instead of doing that, he became a county lieutenant.His father taught him a lot in this regard, but he was still full of disgust and self-deception. He just wanted to pretend that he couldn't see anything, and be an ordinary person with peace of mind.
It's the same now, although he has associations with ghosts, he still thinks in the direction of "human".Maybe that person just walked too fast and didn't pay attention.Mrs. Zhao didn't hear him calling him a few times, so she just pinched his arm and said, "What's wrong? Could it be a cold... or an evil? No, no, we can't stay in this place for a long time."
As he spoke, he dragged Han Lang out. Han Lang had something on his mind, and his legs subconsciously kept up with Mrs. Zhao's steps.The rain was already heavy, and it was gray everywhere, and he couldn't see where the man was going for a while.He only felt that the surroundings were gloomy, except for the splashing rain curtain, like a drowsy barrier, separating him from the world around him.
Aunt Zhao was still rambling on, nothing more than scolding him for not knowing how to take care of herself.He felt a little warm in his heart, comfortable and warm, so he forgot to ask Mrs. Zhao if she saw any men in blue shirts just now.
Aunt Zhao came out to buy vegetables, and she was still carrying things in her hands. Han Lang simply sent him home and borrowed an umbrella.As soon as he went out, he encountered two families arguing, and he stopped for a long time to mediate.Anyway, his Jiupin county lieutenant is in charge of these trivial matters, and he is a warm-hearted person. When the matter is finished, it will be dark.
The case has not been investigated yet.
It's a little late to go out now. I wanted to visit the nearby residents to ask about the situation, but it was not a good time to go.Just as he was hesitating, his hand brushed the leather pouch on his waist naturally, suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed, the man gave himself something, where did he put it?
I opened the leather bag and saw that it was really inside.It was a small block of wood carved into the shape of a ginkgo, painted black on one side and white on the other.He looked carefully under the bright light, and found that the black side was carved with the shape of a cow, and the white side was a pheasant.
Although gambling has been banned in this dynasty, Han Lang still knows about it.This turned out to be a dice of Acanthus chinensis!
The author has something to say: Lin Xiaosheng and Han Lang are not Xipi, not Xipi, not Xipi!Say important words three times!
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