Farming Happiness: Husband, Come and Plough the Fields

The village chief and Mrs. Liu began to reveal to the magistrate that although their son was a fool, he was very considerate and obedient. After raising him for more than ten years, he was killed like this, and they were determined not to let it go.

"Don't worry, I will do my best to catch the murderer."

The Holy Father, the magistrate, comforted the village chief and his wife, and then asked the man from the Hua family, "Is what the village chief said true?"

"Sir, some details are not true."

Hua Ni's father was kneeling on the ground, his legs in an awkward position. Even so, he was so painful that he broke into a cold sweat on his forehead and bit his lips until they turned white.

When he was in a coma, the village chief gave him ginseng whiskers, not ginseng, and the process was not selfless. Instead, he preached to his wife how magical ginseng whiskers were and could bring the dead back to life.

At that time, his wife, Mrs. Zhou, was so frightened that she felt like the sky was falling. Her only wish was to wake him up, so she agreed to the village chief's conditions without hesitation. After one year, she would pay him a few taels of silver in compensation.

If you can't afford the compensation, use Huani to pay off the debt.

Who knows what will happen a year from now? Zhou just wanted to solve everything in front of him first, and let's talk about the next thing later.

He woke up, and the family lost a strong laborer.

Mrs. Zhou wanted to make money to pay off her debts, so she often went out to the government stalls, but there was no one to take care of her at home, and Huani was still young, so she couldn't leave.

The few times she went to Guandao to sell things, at the behest of the village chief, Zhou was squeezed out. In the end, she had to barely maintain capital and could not make any money at all.

"Sir, a distinguished guest came to my house yesterday. The distinguished guest has returned the ginseng beard to the village chief for us. The village chief's son is dead. Why are you insisting on not letting go? Do you have to say that we did it?"

Yesterday, only Hua Ni and Gui Ke went out to fetch water from the river near the village. Because the sky was dark and they were afraid of rain, they came back in a hurry.

After that, I never went out.

There are so many people in the family and so many pairs of eyes. Do they have time to commit crimes? Don't talk about cooperating with outsiders to commit crimes. The passing nobles and the Hua family only have a casual relationship, so they have no reason to commit crimes and have no motive.

Zhou sorted out her thoughts and tried to speak in an organized manner.

"It makes sense."

After hearing this, the Holy Father Magistrate nodded thoughtfully. If you owe the village chief some ginseng whiskers, there is nothing wrong with giving him more ginseng whiskers a year later.

The two families have settled, and the Hua family has no reason to kill the fool, so why bother?

The county magistrate frowned and thought deeply. He always felt that the village chief could not influence this murder case. He must have missed something.

"My lord, I am..."

An official went to the court and whispered a few words to the magistrate. After hearing this, the magistrate nodded.

From there, he roughly guessed the time of death and the method of killing.

"Bring the widow to the court!"

The master next to him shouted, and soon, Wu Zuo entered through the back door, followed by officials carrying the body, which was wrapped in a layer of white cloth.

In Daqi, the dead are valued most, so most people don't know how to dissect corpses. They have their own autopsy techniques.

When she saw the white cloth, Mrs. Liu went crazy. She crawled forward on her knees. Before she could reach the body, she was stopped by an official.

"Bold woman, the body is also evidence, you are not allowed to destroy the physical evidence!"

Wu Zuo is a small old man, with a serious face than the magistrate. He has not been exposed to the light for many years, and his face has turned pale. At the moment, he is wearing black clothes and standing in the front row.

Mrs. Liu shrank in fright, fearing that it would affect the handling of the case, and finally did not dare to move again.

"Sir, the deceased was suffocated to death by covering his mouth, then thrown into the river and washed to the shore by the current."

After the deceased died, the fool smashed that part of the deceased with a stone. It was an obvious act of venting his anger and threw the person into the river. He just didn't want the body to be discovered so quickly.

As for the time of death, it was just after dark and raining last night, with an error of no more than an hour.

"Preliminary judgment shows that the murderer should be an adult man, at least one person, perhaps working together to commit the crime."

After Wu Zuo finished speaking, he glanced at Huani's father, and then said to the magistrate, "It can't be him, it's hard for his legs to walk."

"What makes you conclude that the person was muffled to death first?"

Didn't he drown directly in the river? At this time, Mrs. Liu was shocked. If the murderer was not the Hua family, who else could be there? Who could have a grudge against her family?

"I said it, do you understand?"

Wuzuo glanced at Liu with contempt. Most people couldn't understand this judgment, so he just said it in a simple way.

If a person falls into the water before death, he will struggle out of instinct. Later, there will be sand and other objects in his hands, and then he will inhale too much water, causing death by suffocation and pulmonary edema.

But the deceased was smothered to death first, but it was different. He could not breathe after death, and there was not much water in his lungs and stomach. Furthermore, behind the ears of the deceased, there were bruises left by his fingers.

As for why it is judged that there may be two murderers, it is even simpler, because by the river in the village, people are coming and going, including those who draw water and those who wash clothes. No one is watching, so they dare to attack casually?

Wu Zuo's explanation was easy to understand and well organized, and Li Haitang couldn't help but praise it.

In this way, the scope is narrowed down. The murderer must be the deceased or someone familiar with the village chief's family.

Yesterday, except for Li Haitang and his party who stayed in the village, there were no outsiders in the village. It was obvious that the murderer was among the dozens of villagers.

"Also, why did the other party smash that part? Has your son done anything, or has your family done anything..."

Wuzuo's eyes were sharp, and after saying that he made a judgment, he just threw up his sleeves and left, without even knowing the magistrate.

After hearing this, the magistrate of the county knocked on the wood of the hall and said, "Ms. Liu, can your family make enemies with others?"

"How is that possible..."

Ms. Liu's eyes rolled. Her son wandered outside every day, and who knows what he did. He just knocked down an old lady and took off her pants, and almost succeeded..."

Afterwards, she not only refused to admit her mistake, but also insulted her. If she really succeeded, it would be her son who was wronged, so the old man would have taken advantage!

"Absurd, really ridiculous!"

The holy father was so angry that his face turned red. At such a young age, he could be like this, um, shameless and do such things. How can parents still be reasonable?

"Sir, what the village chief said is true, we will prove it!"

After the villagers heard this, they all looked at each other and wondered who the murderer was.

The aunt's wife had died a long time ago, and one of her daughters was married to another village. After being embarrassed in public, she looked remorseful, rolled up her parcel angrily, and went to live at her daughter's house.

It happened that her daughter-in-law had a baby, and she was taking care of her confinement to avoid the limelight in another village. And this is not a glorious thing. The big fool takes off his pants and runs around at all times, which makes the little daughter-in-law blush. It’s hard for people in the village to talk about this, because it’s all in vain. Can you reason with the fool?