Wear it quickly, it's better to live a miserable life than to die

In front of the huge drum of grievance, Ding Yi's eyes were determined. While spitting blood, he picked up the drumstick and hit the drum hard.

While shouting: "God of justice, I have been wronged."

The county magistrate Fang Wendu, who was sitting in the yamen, was drinking tea from a teacup, with a serious face that showed a look of preparation for a show.

The Beiming Kingdom had been established for more than 30 years, and it was a time of clean government. There had not been a single case in Ningzhi County where a family matter had been brought to court.

When Ding Yi was halfway there, Fang Wendu learned the news and was really curious about what the old lady was going to do and why the Qian family didn't show up.

The Qian family: I was sleeping. My sleep quality has been really good lately. I didn’t wake up despite the noise outside. I didn’t know what happened until someone came to “invite” me.

Fang Wendu was drinking his tea happily when he suddenly heard Ding Yi's loud shout. He was so startled that he spat out all the tea on the head of the lawyer opposite him.

"I'm sorry, Lao Mo. Seeing how old Mrs. Qian is, I didn't expect her to yell like that... Oh, she's full of energy."

Fang Wendu quickly apologized and did not forget to make amends.

Master Lao Mo was an old man who had followed Fang Wendu for many years. Upon hearing this, he could only roll his eyes helplessly.

In my heart, I was thinking: "You gossipy guy, you don't even know how you feel about being demoted to Ningzhi County. You just want to watch the fun, but you only know how to watch people having fun. Why don't I gossip about you to death?"

Although he was confused in his heart, there was a look of confusion on his face.

"Sir, it is said that the Qian family is kind and generous, and the family is harmonious. Why does Mrs. Qian say that this is a family affair? What injustice has she suffered?"

Fang Wendu waved his hand nonchalantly, "Well, maybe it's just that Old Madam Qian has been strong all her life, and maybe her descendants are unfilial in her later years. I'm familiar with this kind of thing."

Master: "Sir, family conflicts are usually resolved within the family. Why did Mrs. Qian embarrass the entire Qian family? In my opinion, this is not a simple matter."

"Whether it's simple or not, you'll know later."

As a senior gossiper, Fang Wendu felt that his guess was nine out of ten times true, as there were plenty of such gossips.

Small families have quarrels, but large families rarely have them.

It’s just that some families are good at hiding their secrets, while others openly reveal them to the public, and some have even ended up in court.

But this old lady Qian was really hot-tempered, and even sounded the drum to complain.

Fang Wendu straightened his clothes as he was about to go on stage. He was so excited about the fresh gossip.

"Lao Mo, get ready and summon the rest of the Qian family."

Lao Mo went down to make preparations, while Fang Wendu walked out from behind the screen wall in square steps.

The staff of each class were already in place. Ding Yi sat slumped in the hall, his eyes firm and filled with sadness, and he spat out blood from time to time.

The bailiff was afraid that something might happen to her, so he went to find a doctor.

The gavel came down, and Fang Wendu put away his nonchalant smile, showing his authority.

"Ascension!"

"Mighty..." The shock caused by the hitting of the killing stick on the ground made the people watching the show outside take small steps on the spot.

It was the same whether he moved or not, his eyes were still fiery, staring at the lobby without blinking.

Fang Wendu raised his eyebrows and said, "What's wrong with being a county magistrate? You can eat endless melons every day."

This world is still a world of spectators.

Compared to the intrigues in the capital, the countryside is more suitable for him.

Although, the melons in Beijing taste better.

But the melons in the capital can kill people, especially the melons from royal families. They taste delicious when you eat them, but you may lose your life after eating them.

Not cost-effective.

"Ahem!" Fang Wendu sat up straight with a serious face, "Qian, you keep saying it's a family matter, but you don't explain the reason clearly. Now that we're in court, why don't you come here quickly?"

As soon as Fang Wendu opened his mouth, he skipped the process of asking for the name.

Ding Yi tried hard to suppress the rusty taste in his throat. This blood seemed half real and half fake.

It is unacceptable that an old lady in her seventies was poisoned and not allowed to spit out a few more mouthfuls of poison.

"The old woman Qian Yongfen, surnamed Qian, sued her unfilial descendants Qian Xiuyong, Qian Chengfu, and Jian Deyuan for murder and robbery. Not only did they poison her to death, they also transferred the Qian family's property and changed their surname to Jian."

Let them search for the transferred property, but they will never find it until they die.

The poison in Ding Yi's body, the imprisoned loyal servant of the Qian family, and the account books of the Qian family...

There is so much evidence, all of which proves that what Ding Yi said is right.

At that time, Ding Yi only needed to insist that the transferred property was the problem of the father and his two sons.

Also, after signing the contract, the father and his two sons failed to deliver the goods on time. What does it have to do with her, an old lady? She is also a victim.

For this kind of thing, according to the setting of this era, the old lady really has to shut herself up, grit her teeth, and swallow the bitter fruit herself.

Ding Yi demonstrated what it means to have the ability to overturn the table.

The purpose of marrying Jian Changfeng was to continue the Qian family's bloodline.

What’s the matter? Even if you, Jian Changfeng, are not happy, your sons and grandsons still support you.

Then, just don’t play at all.

It would be better to adopt an orphan.

Ding Yi already had a plan in mind. Qian Yongfen's health could not last long, but with her around, it would not be a problem to delay it for ten or eight years. With this time, she could also pick out an orphan with good moral character to complete the task of continuing the Qian family's lineage.

As for the father and his two sons, since they wanted to go to the Jian family, then they could go back with a disgraced reputation and heavy debts.

Ding Yi spat out another mouthful of blood and weakly said that Qian Yongfen had heard about the conspiracy between the father and his two sons, and that they had poisoned her. In addition, all the loyal servants of the Qian family had been imprisoned by the father and his two sons, waiting to be sold out as soon as she died.

The Qian family shop was empty, and the father and his two sons had used various means to transfer the property.

Ding Yi was certain that even if the county magistrate sent people to investigate, they would not be able to find the cause.

After all, she is an old lady who has already given up her power. All the people in the shop are the confidants of the father and his two sons. Her role is only in Qian's house and she really cannot extend her influence outside. How can she transfer goods?

Not only are the father and his two sons suspects, but in fact, they also did so, and it can be found out with just a little investigation.

Judging from the time, those people should have woken up.

She would wake up if she did, and she would not notice that she was not at Qian's house.

They were planning to leave her alone for a few days so they could collect her body.

"Your Excellency, allow me to report that back then, the Qian family only had this old woman, and her father made the decision to choose Jian Changfeng from the Jian family to marry into the Qian family. Back then, the two families had an agreement that if there were more than two male offspring in the third generation, one would be chosen to return to the Jian family. If not, then the choice would be made from the fourth generation."

As he spoke, Ding Yi spat out a large mouthful of blood, his breath weak, "Over the years, I have never forgotten my father's teachings, and the Qian family has never forced Jian Changfeng to marry into the family. Everything was voluntary."

At this point, Ding Yi's expression was filled with deep sadness.

"I followed the agreement and chose the second grandson from the third generation of males to return to the Jian family. Unexpectedly..."

woo woo woo...

Ding Yi couldn't help but lie on the ground and cry bitterly. Just at this moment, the bailiff arrived with the doctor.