The Folk Song of the Qingquan Case in the Northern Song Dynasty

The sound was unexpected by Xiang Quan.He didn't turn on the lights, but groped his way through with his better night vision, lowered his head and listened carefully.

Seems like a real mouse.

Xiangquan breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help feeling puzzled.He hesitated, but lit the lamp anyway.The faint light of the fire illuminated the house, and Xiang Quan saw the big mouse.The mouse seemed to be afraid of light and people, so it ran away immediately and got into the deep mouse hole by the wall.

Xiangquan's face was expressionless.He quickly bent over with the lamp in hand, groping the ground.I saw a lot of grain under the bed.This is the grain that ordinary people eat. It is not much, the grains are large, and it is very hard.He looked in surprise, why is the grain under the bed?It seemed that someone deliberately swept it under the bed.

Xiang Quan pondered for a while, and stretched out his hand to lift the bottom of the mattress.There are still some grains on the mattress, not much in the whole bed.Xiang Quan couldn't help being surprised, how could people sleep comfortably when the grains were placed under the bed?Could this be the custom of Wu Village?

It must have been swept under the bed.Xiangquan frowned, could it be that he did it cleanly?

The fragrance of pine branches is pleasant and has a refreshing effect.Xiangquan has a good capacity for alcohol, and he became more sober after drinking the hangover soup.After several times of thinking, he finally got the answer.Before passing by this village, he once sat at the corner of the street to tell fortunes.The descendants of the Shen family came to tell about the strange things that happened in Wu Village, and asked to break the curse.

The master and the boy were hungover, and there was an old man singing in the middle of the night, only to return the next day to find that their belongings were missing.

Xiang Quan didn't take it seriously at the time, and immediately made an inference: Someone came in to steal money in the middle of the night, and only stole strangers from outside.

Thinking of this, Xiang Quan sneered.Feng Jiuniang didn't know how much money she had stolen.However, there are people who are greedy for money, and there are people who are not greedy—only Hei Hei, who made the bed, noticed her evil deeds, so she sprinkled grains on the bed and served hangover soup, just to remind the guests to be vigilant in the middle of the night.

Xiang Quan shook his head and sighed lightly.Although this woman Hei Hei is intelligent, she is too forbearing, soft-hearted, and thinks too much.As Feng Jiuniang is from the same village, it is not easy for her to come forward to question; moreover, she probably has no real evidence.

If she could put down her face earlier to confront her, or come forward to remind her, maybe nothing would happen if she was cleared up.

There seemed to be dark clouds in the sky, and it was snowing at some point.The lights were blown out, and Xiangquan walked slowly to the window, watching Feng Jiuniang's room quietly.

Xiangquan is very clear about the fact that there are more evils than good fortunes.Now I don't know where the person is, the bad luck depends on Xia Qianqing's own good fortune.

He closed his eyes, if he could come one day earlier, he wouldn't...

Xiangquan smiled wryly, what's the use of thinking about it now?

All the lights in Wu Village were turned off, and the surrounding area was completely dark.Xiangquan closed his eyes, he had too few clues.Strange things happen again and again, but the top priority is to save people. Of course, this is under the premise that he is still alive.

Today, Xiangquan mentioned the banknotes tied in Qianqing's hairband, just to guide Feng Jiuniang to find them.Thousand taels of silver bills are not as hard and strong as copper coins. Feng Jiuniang will look for them immediately no matter whether she is alive or dead.Xiangquan wanted to know the location of Qianqing, he had to go through Feng Jiuniang.If Feng Jiuniang hadn't taken any action when he got up this morning, he would take extreme measures.

The person Yi Xiangquan was looking for could be found by digging three feet.But he couldn't wait too long.It has been a day since the accident happened, and the longer it drags on, the worse the situation will be.

According to Qianqing's calculations, Xiangquan must have left for Bianjing early.The waterway is blocked, and this mountain is the only way to go. Maybe it has passed, but it is not the case.Xiangquan went to visit the learned Master Shen, and the two chatted happily.He heard strange things, willing to come alone.The mountain collapsed, and he followed the coachman through the mountains and found this mountain.

Before he reached Wu Village, he saw Qu Ze.

In the early morning of that day, Xiangquan and the coachman hurried on the road, but they saw the mountain temple.Xiang Quan heard the legend of Wu Village and found it interesting, but under the huge locust tree at the entrance of the temple, he saw Qu Ze lying there, as if asleep.

Xiangquan woke her up, but she was surprised at where she was, and told the story of Wu Village upside down.Seeing that she was not in good spirits and was suffering from cold and fever, Xiangquan asked the coachman to take her down the mountain, while he went to Wu Village to find out.

After walking a few more steps, under the tree, I saw a clean Zhe wood bow and bundle, and a large bundle of reins.

Xiangquan recognized Qianqing's bow, it was a treasure that Qianqing desperately wanted to protect.There is a dragon buckle tied to the tree, the special method was taught by Shao Yong.And Qianqing went to Luoyang with his father when he was a child, and when he saw Fulongkou, he also clamored to learn it.

Seeing this, Xiangquan was puzzled.Looking further ahead, it became clear—the drawbridge was broken.

He stared at Wu Village, looked at its unique landform, and looked down, but saw Granny Meng's body buried in the snowdrift, not decomposed.Xiang Quan almost made a quick decision, tied the tree with the rein left by Qian Qing, pulled the rope by himself, and descended vertically to the bottom of the ravine.

Xiangquan parted the snow and looked at Granny Meng's body.He's not a coworker, but he can see something's wrong.

Granny Meng fell off a cliff, yes, her bones were broken, but the corpse showed signs of poisoning, with a peculiar smell in her mouth, and looking at her complexion, it seemed that she had jaundice before she was alive.Xiangquan couldn't recognize what kind of poison it was.But he understood that if ordinary villagers saw Granny Meng die and buried her in a hurry, the poisoning incident would also be buried in the ground.

Regarding the matter of poisoning, Xiang Quan didn't dare to speculate, so he had to put it aside for now.He called the villagers, intending to bring up Granny Meng's body first.But halfway through, the rope snapped.The stone rolled down, and Granny Meng's body rolled down with it.

Hearing Feng Jiuniang's voice, Xiangquan was arrogant and domineering, but a little lacking in confidence.The dialogue between Feng Jiuniang, Wu Bai, Hei Hei, and Shui Yun caught Xiangquan's ears clearly.At this time, he bent down to look at the break in the rope, and sure enough, someone had worn it and caused it to break.

What a Feng Jiuniang.He heard a few people talking under the ravine that day, and concluded that this person was not kind.She no longer needs trouble-making passers-by to enter the village, and no longer needs to rummage through other people's financial burdens in the middle of the night.She has Xia Qianqing, the fat duck, with enough money to live comfortably.

Xiangquan is now leaning against the door, staring fixedly at Feng Jiuniang's room.Feng Jiuniang fell asleep, and he waited patiently for two sticks of incense until late at night, Xiangquan couldn't hold on anymore.

When the surroundings were completely silent, Fubuki appeared in Xiangquan's field of vision.

It was covered in snow, jumped suddenly, climbed over the roof, and then jumped into the distance.It ran to the white coffin and circled around a few times.There were some sacrifices there, and some food scraps.

Xiangquan felt uneasy tonight, and this uneasiness was not reflected in his outward behavior—it was cold in winter, but he forgot to let Fubuki in, and he forgot to feed it.

Fubuki must be starving by now.

Cats don't go well with coffins.Cats are not allowed to touch dead bodies, which is a well-known taboo.It stands to reason that Xiangquan is a fortune teller, even if he doesn't believe in fate, out of respect for the dead, he would not let the cat touch the coffin.

Now that Feng Jiuniang is asleep...

Xiangquan didn't light the lamp, and opened the door with a creak.It is really like Bai Wuchang in Hei Hei and Shui Yun's mouth, walking in the dark night without mercy and emotion.

There was a lantern outside the window, quietly illuminating the snow-covered village.Chuuxue stood under the coffin, with piercing eyes, calling softly to his master.

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