Women dressed as men: powerful officials

Cheng Zhicheng slowly stopped, lowered his head, and said after a while: "Do you believe me?"

After saying that, Cheng Zhicheng looked at Xu Yuan, as if he was looking at a life-saving straw and the last bit of hope, and said, "You believe me, right? You believe me."

Outside, Zhang Yue saw the situation and after thinking it over again and again, he decided to retreat.

If he went there now, it would spoil the scenery.

Although, he really didn't like the fact that Cheng Zhicheng kept holding Xuyuan's hand.

"I just think that no one would joke about a dozen lives."

Xu Yuan looked at Cheng Zhicheng and said, "If you have calmed down, then listen to me carefully. If not, then go back and calm down and think about whether you want to seek justice for them."

Cheng Zhicheng calmed down after hearing this, and then he wiped the tears from his face with a handkerchief and said seriously: "I have made up my mind, I must seek justice for them. This life is not mine, but theirs. No matter what the cost, I want the dead to rest in peace. They can't die in obscurity like this."

Xu Yuan looked back and saw that Zhang Yue was not there, so he said, "Cheng Zhicheng, I will only say this once, you must remember it carefully. There have been many cases of collusion between officials and businessmen since ancient times. In the face of power, you can only become someone stronger than them. The county magistrate condoned the murderer and arsonist because that person was more powerful than him. Your enemy is not in Sishui County, but in the capital."

"Capital?"

Cheng Zhicheng was stunned for a moment. After a moment, he reacted and immediately asked, "Song... Song Xiujing?"

I remembered the Cheng family's respect for Song Xiujing, and that Song Xiujing had not been to the private school for several days.

Cheng Zhicheng seemed to have found his backbone and immediately said, "I'll go find Cheng Jie right away!"

"What's the point of looking for Cheng Jie? Even if the order was given by Song Xiujing, what can you do? Cheng Zhicheng, there are always people out there. Let alone the Song family, even if the Cheng family wants to kill you, it's as easy as killing an ant."

After making her wish, she saw Cheng Zhicheng was stunned, so she finally said, "I have made it clear to you, and I have chosen the path for you. How far you can go on this path depends on your own efforts."

After saying that, Xuyuan turned and left.

When she went out, she saw Zhang Yue, paused for a moment and said, "Brother, I'm going to move the books. You give the clothes to Cheng Zhicheng and comfort him."

Her words serve as a warning to my reborn self.

But for Cheng Zhicheng, who knows nothing and has never been exposed to anything, this should be a fantasy.

Xu Yuan didn't know whether Cheng Zhicheng would go to that step or whether he would be like her and never find justice.

But she had done all she could.

If Cheng Zhicheng doesn't get justice, then she will do it.

She will give an explanation to all the people who died in the school.

The sun had already set and people outside were already talking about the fire in the school.

As Xuyuan moved the books one by one, he couldn't help but think of what he had said.

Dozens of lives.

If it was done by the Cheng family, the county magistrate would certainly not hide it.

So, it’s not the Cheng family, but Song Xiujing.

Did Song Xiujing want to erase everything that happened in Sishui County? Or did she want to get rid of herself in the private school?

But that shouldn't be the case. She had asked for leave early in the morning. If Song Xiujing really wanted to kill her, she would have confirmed whether she was in the school. How could she have given the order so hastily?

Who is the arsonist?

Xu Yuan couldn’t figure it out, so he finally sighed and went back with the book.

After moving the books, Zhang Yue also came out with Cheng Zhicheng. Several people sat at the dining table. Zhang Qingyu arranged the dishes and chopsticks, saying, "Xiao Cheng, these are all home-cooked dishes. Just eat a little to fill your stomach. After you finish eating, let Yuan'er and Yue'er take you home."

Hearing Zhang Qingyu's words, Cheng Zhicheng wanted to cry again, but he held it back and just nodded heavily and said, "Okay, thank you Aunt Zhang."

At the dinner table, the topic of the fire in the private school inevitably came up again.

However, due to Cheng Zhicheng's presence, he did not say much. Xu Wenxian only said, "Since the private school is gone, I will not teach at other people's homes. Yuan'er, you can study with me at home in the future. Our family has enough money to get through this winter."

Xu Wenxian did not ask Zhang Qingyi for money.

This courtyard was bought with the money he needed to go to the capital.

Compared to going to the capital, the most important thing right now is the safety of the family.

"Father, I don't need it."

Xu Yuan shook his head and refused, saying, "I know all the questions for the county exam. The state exam is still a year or two away, so I think it will be in time to prepare for it next year. Now that our family has moved to Sishui County, we have many more places to spend money, and we can't cut off our income any longer."

"How about that?"

Before Xu Wenxian could speak, Zhang Qingyi said with a stern face: "Yuan'er, you are the only scholar in our family. I can't mistreat anyone but you. Wenxian, don't go out. I'm going out to find a job. I'm such a grown-up, am I going to starve to death?"

Cheng Zhicheng listened to what several people said and slowly put down his bowl and chopsticks.

His parents are not at home, so he goes home alone every day.

Although Cheng Zeyan's family took good care of him, he knew that it was because his parents left him money.

He would rather make a wish for this poor home than go back.

Thinking of this, Cheng Zhicheng said, "Uncle Xu, if I hadn't given you the money for schooling, how about you teaching me? Now that the school is gone, have you ever thought about continuing to run a school? If Uncle Xu wants to, I can ask my parents to pay for it."

Hearing this, Xu Yuan's eyes lit up and he said, "Yes, Dad, we can open another private school, so that our family doesn't have to go back to our hometown."

Zhang Yue also agreed: "I think so too. Uncle's talent should not be wasted!"

At the dinner table, only Zhang Qingyu and a few others remained silent.

Xu Wenxian didn't say anything. Zhang Qingyu saw this and said, "Yuan'er, your father is not in good health. You know that. It's such a big school. Not to mention the money, his body can't bear it. Forget it."

Zhang Qingyu's words seemed to open a door.

Wen Shufang also advised: "Yes, yes, yes, and the school just had an incident, and if we immediately set up another one, who knows what outsiders would say?"

Zhang Qingyi nodded and said, "That's right, don't mention this matter again."

The light in Cheng Zhicheng's eyes gradually faded. "Is it really impossible? If Uncle Xu doesn't do it, where will the students of Sishui County go to study in the future?"

Xu Wenxian was slightly stunned. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "My child, the world does not lack a scholar like me. I am willing to do it, but I am old now and my energy is not enough. It would be a waste of time even if I do it."

Xu Yuan lowered his head and ate without saying a word.

She talked to Xu Wenxian about this matter with the family's livelihood at stake, but Xu Wenxian still refused.

I don’t know why, but I felt uneasy when making a wish.

She always felt that Xu Wenxian was going to leave Sishui County.

It was because I was going to leave that I didn't run a private school. It was because I was going to leave that I moved my family to Sishui County.

Xu Wenxian was finishing up all the things he had to do before he left, little by little.

Perhaps this is the reason why Xu Wenxian did not tell her about the Xu family’s injustice.

Xu Wenxian didn't want her to bear the pain of her previous life, so he chose to bear it alone.

The food in his mouth suddenly became bitter. Xu Yuan raised his head slightly, trying to force back the tears.

She hated herself for being so ignorant now.