Quick Transmigration: Leisure

Bianjing City, south of the city.

The situation escalated far beyond what was initially thought; it was a family annihilation case with more than one perpetrator.

original,

The old village chief led the villagers to stand orderly outside the Zhao family's house to watch the investigation. But after a short while, a rather impetuous neighbor was taken in to identify the person and accidentally shouted out a few words of conversation between the coroner and the judge inside.

It is said that

The mark indicated that he had been killed by a single blow from an assassin.

At least a night had passed, and their bodies were covered with countless wounds inflicted by venting anger. Clearly, someone had discovered that the family had met with misfortune, but instead of reporting it to the authorities or offering assistance, they gathered inside the house, pacing back and forth, and focusing their attacks on the young and strong members of the Zhao family.

It's more like they can't kill him themselves, but they still want to make amends.

Apart from the weapon that caused the fatal wound, which could not be found, the rest of the murder weapon consisted of items belonging to the Zhao family, which were simply placed next to the body.

The only one spared was the child, who was less than ten years old. After being dealt with by the killer, he was put back on the bed and neatly laid out by the group of people behind him, who even covered him with a blanket.

Xia Youmi was able to witness this extremely cruel scene every year.

However, it was also noticeable that the children in this family were rather robust, and there was a clear difference between them and the children in the village.

The impetuous man was arrested after shouting a few words. He didn't say much, but the stark contrast between the two groups of enemies was enough to make the villagers think of countless things. Their gazes swept back and forth between the rooms. Many people understood that, apart from their own village, even those from Wandefang, unless they were among the original migrants, would not be able to finish off the body after discovering it.

Mutual suspicion arose, and someone immediately shouted, "Don't look at me! Don't you have the same idea?"

When Fu Miao'an's colleagues were preparing to have the old village chief cooperate with the investigation, he suddenly fainted during the argument, leading to another flurry of activity.

for a long time,

The head of Wandefang rushed over, immediately disclaiming any involvement, saying that he had never been able to get involved in this territory called Baizhao Village. He had been driven away several times before, and not only had his reports to his superiors been ineffective, but he had also been mocked for his incompetence.

Gradually, they accepted autonomy.

Since even the imperial court doesn't care about this, there's really no need for a mere neighborhood official like him to risk his life.

Seeing the room full of corpses, he broke out in a cold sweat again, saying that it was only because of his caution that he escaped death.

As they struggled, the sky darkened.

But leaving isn't so easy.

All the villagers had to go home and wait for orders. Fu Miao'an had to help his colleagues investigate the case, while Xia Youmi and the others who had come with him had to stay behind. Now, the roads to and from the village were guarded by government troops.

They built such a tight fence around the territory that it seemed like they were actually helping the more powerful side by getting themselves imprisoned.

Not even a small path was left.

Fortunately, Xia Youmi wasn't worried. She didn't stay there watching. After Fu Miao'an came out and they confirmed that they couldn't leave tonight, she followed Yan Laoyao's family to their place.

The Yan family's house is located on the very edge of the village, and is also the closest to the timber production area.

However, these two are still not the same; a residence is a residence, and a venue is a venue.

In that kind of place, the Yan family wasn't the only one doing timber business; in fact, their territory was the most shabby.

It's clear that all the original plots of land were in good condition, with many abandoned old samples enclosed, yet they still look impressive and rare today. In the past, everyone made a living from this craft, and each of them built a sizable site.

just,

I don't know when it started, but the big ones started swallowing up the small ones, and the links of friendly cooperation were broken.

Those who refuse to obey will only shrink smaller and smaller and be squeezed to the edge.

The Yan family, which still owns a large territory but has no business, relies on their ancestral skills, which have small profit margins but require a lot of effort, and are simply not worth the attention of bandits.

In addition, they can no longer access high-level orders, and they only rely on their good relationships to do things for the village, serving people who can't afford to pay even a few cents.

This is how the land was saved, and it also gave Xia Youmi the capital to rebuild and recover.

"Auntie, have some tea!" Yan Laoyao brought over a cup.

"Thank you." Xia Youmi could tell that she had given it to them herself, but it was almost untouched. She carefully placed it in a rather old jar.

"How...how is it? The water here is quite sweet, and I've learned the cooking a few times." The youngest sister eagerly awaited Xia Youmi's evaluation.

When his family looked over, they saw that besides his parents and older brother, there were two older sisters. They looked like twins, not much older than Yan Laoyao, but they were even more severely dark-skinned and thin than him.

His eyes were as wide as Yan Laoyao's, and he didn't flinch when he met Xia Youmi's gaze.

"Go and brew a pot for everyone."

"Eh?"

No, we don't.

“Go ahead, I still have a lot of tea leaves. I just need to find someone to help me use them up. It’s only harvested once a year, and once the season is over, it loses its flavor.” Xia Youmi smiled and gestured to Yan Laoyao.

"Auntie..." The little boy's eyes reddened, and he almost couldn't hold back his tears. His older brother nodded his head, and he hurriedly went to make tea.

"Don't worry, just rest. If you need anything, just ask the youngest son to do it!" the elder of the Yan family said politely.

Xia Youmi noticed that she rarely saw the two girls outside, but their status at home was actually quite high. Although the eldest brother's future was important, he never neglected physical labor, and the youngest was like a spinning top.

On the contrary, the girls were not restricted. They also had their own rooms, while the youngest child still shared a bedroom with his older brother.

Of the three cramped rooms, only the girl's room was available to entertain her.

In addition, the father brought a boy, and the mother brought two girls, preparing to squeeze in.

The atmosphere was a little strange.

There's no need for annual analysis; Xia Youmi can see the mix of relief and fear in his expression. She recalls the timber merchant she had previously scared away, who is now also watching from the edge of the Zhao residence.

The relationship becomes immediately clear.

The family that was wiped out was the hidden tyrant or administrator of Baizhao Village. They weren't the big fish behind it, nor were they the ones directly supervising and profiting from the area, but they were at least middlemen.

evening,

Fu Miao'an arrived along with the person who had asked the question.

The Yan family was easily cleared of suspicion, as they rarely interacted with the Zhao family and often avoided their path. However, given the circumstances, they worked in the timber piles during the day, watched by many people. No matter which direction they came from, they would pass by many villagers' homes, making it impossible to leave a trace.

Furthermore, Fu Miao'an, an upstream buyer, can also testify.

Their family had just received a pre-arranged sum of money and had no motive to ruin their future.

The bigger suspects had already emerged during the previous interrogations, mainly the Zhao family's neighbors. Some of them hadn't even bothered to clean up their cloth shoes, which still bore the dust and bloodstains from the Zhao family's floor, before being bound hand and foot.

Some people did discuss it.

It is said that the bigwigs behind this deliberately sent two groups of people in succession to evade responsibility, so that the real culprit would be buried under the instigation.

The daytime hustle and bustle blended with the deathly silence of the night.

Xia Youmi was quickly cleared of suspicion, with a solid alibi.

She left the next day and never returned.

But news kept pouring in, including major cases, old wrongful convictions, and all sorts of irresponsible comments.

It makes it unclear where the focus should be.

Xia Youmi continued to shuttle between the three places as usual, but spent less time with people. At Feihua Pavilion, she only checked the accounts and the dance performance, and then distributed money and appeased the manager. That day, the male and female protagonists were turned away outside Feihua Pavilion, and their attention was quickly diverted by another chance encounter.

Xinrong failed to apply what he learned.

Construction on the Fu residence began slowly, and she spent less time overseeing it. She couldn't let the talent she had trained go to waste, and the Fu family's stewards were reasonably capable. Xia Youmi also didn't want to run into Fu Miao'an at this time.

She spent most of her time in her shop in the west of the city, drawing all sorts of pictures.

They ate dishes provided by the restaurant, rented the adjacent courtyard, and converted it into several utility rooms, including a bathhouse, woodshed, outhouse, and dining hall. There was also a private well. In addition, Xia Youmi reserved a room for Yan Laoyao. That kid had learned to make use of space, managing to have both a study and a bedroom.

Beneath the calm surface, the whirlpool continues.

Xia Youmi tried her best to keep those troublesome things from herself. She even stopped showing herself and doing business outside of Feihua Pavilion, except for going to draw numbers for the fifth time.

The youngest child is becoming more and more mature.

Cases are not so easy to investigate. Even someone as efficient as Fu Miao'an was heartbroken that he could only find out the surface of the truth.

He wanted to confide in his master but couldn't.

Obstacles are everywhere – east, west, north, and south.

He almost began to question what justice and truth truly were.

The calm and orderliness on Xia Youmi's side were so safe that he could ignore it.

It wasn't until the clues she had been desperately searching for caught her attention that Fu Miao'an calmed down and pondered carefully what details she had missed.