Farming Happiness: Husband, Come and Plough the Fields

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When Mrs. Jiang heard that there was rice, she became happy again, "Master Zhang, I want meat, lots of meat!"

Zhang Zheng didn't want to talk anymore and waved his hands. He felt like his body was being hollowed out. He decided not to say hello to the gangsters in the future.

The boss of Jingzhaoyi Yamen is a little old man who is drunk all day long. He used to find it hard to get used to it, but now that there is no comparison, he doesn’t know what the difference is!

"Sir, the braised pork that the kitchen chef will prepare for you today is ready!"

The official came in just in time. After hearing this, he quickly flattered him. They adults like to eat braised pork, and the fatter the better!

"All up, all for Mrs. Jiang. Only when you're full can you be strong!"

Hearing this, Zhang Zheng hurriedly ordered to go down, wiping his sweat secretly. What bastard said that he likes to eat braised pork? So much so that on his birthday this year, he wanted to make a fortune, but all he received was meat!

The master was squatting in the toilet and suddenly started sneezing...

Mr. Jiang grew up in the countryside in his early years, and his style was not as good as those of those who were coy. They ate meat and rice in large quantities and had to praise them.

She has been to the surrounding yamen several times. This is her first time in the capital. The braised pork in the capital is so delicious!

Zhang Zheng couldn't bear to look at it. The food was so delicious. When he looked at the corpse later, did he really have no reaction?

Li Haitang gnawed an apple and discussed with Mrs. Jiang. After a while, only two people went in to do the autopsy.

"Okay, Divine Doctor Li, I will listen to you!"

Mrs. Jiang hurriedly expressed her position.

Zhang Zheng didn't want to talk anymore. Jiang was the widow he invited, not Li Haitang's follower! What's going on with those intense eyes?

By the time the sun sets, the heat has subsided a little, and a cool breeze has begun to flow in the air.

After Mrs. Jiang had eaten, she walked around the courtyard of the houya again, and then opened her own equipment, including gloves, masks, etc., which were all available.

Li Haitang wore a blouse and was taken by an official to the morgue of Jingzhaoyi Yamen.

At this moment, there was only Lin Zi's body.

Zhang Zheng didn't want to go in, so he sat outside with Xiao Lingchuan. Even so, he still felt eerie and cold all over.

Mrs. Jiang entered work and was in a different state. She and Li Haitang went to the morgue and saw Lin Zi's posture. She frowned for a long time before sighing.

She took out a pair of scissors from the bag she carried with her, and with a few clicks, she cut off Lin Zi's clothes.

"The murderer is not a human, he is a beast!"

Mrs. Jiang looked at the wooden stick, sniffed, and had the urge to cry.

She has been engaged in this industry for more than ten years. Even in these ten years, she has never encountered such a bad person. It is simply unconscionable!

Li Haitang was more knowledgeable. In her past life, she had read today's statement, all kinds of strange cases, and cases within cases. She stared at Lin Zi's face, which was already distorted, and she always felt something was strange.

"This is?"

Jiang found a fingerprint on Lin Zi's body, which should have been left by the murderer. The rest of the scars were very few.

On a thunderstorm day, what can a poor little lady do when she goes out with her family on her back?

According to the thinking of the husband's family, he must be a lover and do it secretly. Otherwise, why he went out in the middle of the night must be something shady.

But Li Haitang didn't think so. Lin Wan and Lin Zi had a good relationship. In the past two or three months, Lin Zi was sick and Lin Wan was busy, so there wasn't much contact.

During this period of illness, Lin Zi rarely went out, and she was sick. How could she have a lover when she was in poor health?

So why he went out in the middle of the night is the key to solving the case.

"Divine Doctor Li, the murder weapon was this wooden stick. The deceased lost too much blood..."

Ms. Jiang felt very uncomfortable. She closed her eyes. If it wasn't for a thunderstorm, her voice calling for help in the middle of the night would have spread far away. If she was discovered in time, people could still be saved.

So what if I'm a widower? I'll find a good man to marry in a few years, get married and have children, so why bother...

"Ms. Jiang, come and take a look, is there something wrong with Lin Zi's mouth?"

Li Haitang is not a liar. Someone who can find the cause of death does not need to be disemboweled.

Out of her doctor's instinct, she discovered that there was something wrong with the curvature of Lin Zi's chin.

"There are also fragments of clothing material between her fingernails."

Mrs. Jiang brought the oil lamp over, carefully cleaned it with a small cotton swab, and placed it on a white cloth.

The material was gray, so it definitely wasn't Lin Zi's clothes, so it could only belong to the murderer.

Lin Zi also struggled, and there should be evidence left at that time.

Gray cloth, Li Haitang recalled, she saw Zhuang Mu at Dr. Lin's house last night. She didn't seem to see Zhuang Mu's coat at that time, because he washed up and came out of the clean room.

"Look at her teeth clenched."

It wasn't just the material of the clothes that was a clue. The key was that Lin Zi's teeth seemed to be biting something tightly, giving the impression of gnashing teeth.

But now, the body has developed rigor mortis, and it is very difficult to pry open her mouth.

"We can only wait."

The thing in her mouth is the most critical evidence. If she wants to take it out now, she has to extract her teeth.

Mrs. Jiang couldn't bear it, and still had the same old ideas. She wanted to put her head and tail to rest.

"Take it out, the nights will be long and the dreams will be many."

Li Haitang thought for a moment and asked Zhang Zheng what he meant. Zhang Zheng thought, everyone is dead, and if Lin Zi is alive, he also wants her murderer to be brought to justice.

In this way, Li Haitang and Mr. Jiang struggled for a long time before taking out a purse from Lin Zi's mouth.

The purse is not big and can hold down the hem of the skirt, which is embroidered with pine and crane.

"Songhe Academy?"

Zhang Zheng recognized it at a glance. He opened his wallet and found a small wad of paper inside. One side was torn, and there were intermittent small words at the back.

"This is undoubtedly written by the murderer."

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"Is this Zhuang Mu's calligraphy?"

Zhang Zheng really suspected that the murderer was Zhuang Mu. Otherwise, why would he be related to Songhe Academy several times?

"No, this is Yang Xu's calligraphy!"

Zhang Zheng always felt that it looked familiar. He lowered his head and looked carefully. He would never mistake it. It was Yang Xu's calligraphy!

Is the murderer Yang Xu? But isn't he dead?

"Zhuang Ke said that Zhuang Mu can imitate the handwriting of many people."

Li Haitang wiped his sweat and became more and more confused. Now that the case has been investigated, he still feels that something has been missed and it is becoming more and more confusing.

The important exhibits were handed over to Zhang Zheng and placed in the Jingzhao Yi Yamen for safekeeping, while the people involved remained tight-lipped and must not reveal anything until there was a breakthrough.

Li Haitang's emotions were very complicated and he couldn't rest for a long time.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that his wife was about to lose strength, Xiao Lingchuan already asked for hot water and asked her to wash up in the carriage. He heard a noise coming from the bathroom, and quickly got down from where he was driving the car. When he went inside, he saw that his wife had collapsed on the ground.