The Daily Life of the Husband and Wife Selling Dog Food Through Time Traveling

Jiang Ning's complexion changed slightly, but Zhao Lieutenant said at the right time: "Qian Litigation, logically speaking, before the death case is concluded, the deceased's body must be parked in the government and kept secret. You are not in the government, how could you say that Do you understand so well?"

The smile on Qian Yaoming's face froze for a moment, and he was at a loss for words. The magistrate in the hall became a little impatient when he heard this, and he slapped the gavel: "It's late, withdraw from the hall, and try again tomorrow!"

All the servants immediately sang Tang Wei again, Han Zhiyuan was taken down, and when he turned around, he smiled at Jiang Ning, and then left.

Jiang Ning stood where he was, listening to the clattering sound gradually fade away, his expression was gloomy, he stared at Zeng Ziming and his party expressionlessly for a while, and then left with Mr. Zhang and the others.

After leaving the official residence, Master Zhao pondered for a moment and said, "Maybe this time there might be some drama."

Both Zhang Gong and Jiang Ning's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Zhao Lieutenant said: "As long as we can invite witnesses, the trick of talking to ourselves will not be so smooth. This person is the most able to open his eyes and talk nonsense in his life. As long as we are not led away by him, I am afraid It’s more likely to win.”

Jiang Ning pondered for a while, and said, "I'll invite the witnesses. Tomorrow in the hall, I have to ask Lieutenant Zhao to put in more effort."

Master Zhao said: "Naturally, I will do my best, please rest assured."

Having said that, the three of them dispersed, Mr. Zhang and Mr. Zhao went back to the west of the city, Jiang Ning thought about it, and went to the north of the city.

However, in the matter of inviting witnesses, it is far from as easy as writing testimony. Perhaps it is the thinking of ordinary people, who feel that entering the government is not a good sign, so after the shopkeeper Liu of Buxing learned about Jiang Ning's intentions, he hesitated for a moment. Politely declined.

Jiang Ning was not discouraged, he only had one day, no matter what, as long as there was a glimmer of hope, he couldn't give up. Seeing that he refused to leave, shopkeeper Liu tried to persuade him: "You should go back, I'm afraid this matter will not work out. of."

Jiang Ning smiled slightly, and said bluntly: "If one day I change places with shopkeeper Liu, I will definitely stand up for the truth and prove the innocence of the wronged person."

Shopkeeper Liu is a soft-hearted person, he couldn't help but startled when he heard this, he tidied up the counter, was silent for a moment, then sighed, waved his hands, and said: "All right, all right, I'll go with you tomorrow .”

Jiang Ning immediately showed gratitude, cupped his hands and said with a smile: "Then I would like to thank shopkeeper Liu."

He went out of the cloth store, heaved a sigh of relief, and went to the grocery store again. There was only one boy in the store, who was busy cleaning the shelves. When he heard someone coming in, he looked up and saw that it was Jiang Ning. Said: "The shopkeeper returned to his hometown in Bianzhou today, and is not here."

Jiang Ning was silent for a moment, and knew that shopkeeper Yang was avoiding him on purpose, but it was inevitable, and he couldn't force it, so he had to bow his hands and salute, bid farewell and left.

After a while, shopkeeper Yang came in from behind, the boy waved his hand and said in a low voice, "I've already left."

Shopkeeper Yang looked outside the door, and ordered: "If he comes again, he should reply like this."

In the blink of an eye, the second day came again. This time, Jiang Ning and the three of them went to the government together with shopkeeper Liu of Buxing. Falsification, scars can't be identified now, and the prisoner can't get away with it anyway. If there is no evidence, that's great, and the case is settled like this.

The more Qian died, the more complacent he became. Looking at his ugly face full of oil, Jiang Ning and his party only felt that his appearance was extremely odious!

At this point in the trial of the case, it has reached a stalemate, and there is no way to find any new tricks. It is completely a verbal situation.

Seeing that today's lawsuit was going to be dragged on endlessly, Master Zhao's heart sank, so he asked shopkeeper Liu to stand up as a witness, and said bluntly to Qian: "Treasurer Liu was also at the scene that day, and his words can prove that What Jiang Ning said before is true and there is no deceit. Then, Lieutenant Qian, let me ask you, if everything is as shopkeeper Liu said, Zeng Yuanhua was killed by Zeng Ziming, how can you prove Zeng Ziming's innocence? Do you have any witnesses?"

Qian Yaoming was startled, and was about to speak when Zhao Lieutenant interrupted him with one sentence: "Don't forget, Zeng Ziming is also a suspect now, think carefully before opening your mouth!"

Seeing that the fire had burned himself, Zeng Ziming on the side immediately broke out in cold sweat, and was about to open his mouth dripping with sweat, when the middle-aged man on the side gave him a sideways glance and cursed in a low voice: "Shut up!"

Zeng Ziming immediately kept silent, the prefect opened his slightly closed eyes when he heard this, and turned to Qian Yaoming: "Master Qian, please come and argue, if there is no evidence..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the warning in it was obvious, and Qian died suddenly at a loss for words, but the middle-aged man took a step forward and said: "My lord, Caomin has something else to report."

"Who are you?"

"Caomin is the housekeeper of the Zeng residence, Zeng Jitong."

The magistrate glanced at him and waved his hand: "Say it."

Zeng Jitong glanced at Jiang Ning, then at Han Zhiyuan, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and slowly unfolded it. For some reason, Jiang Ning's heart suddenly jumped, and an extremely ominous premonition spread.

Zeng Jitong said slowly: "The grassroots want to expose something. Last autumn, two refugees fled privately in the north. They forged public inspections and sneaked into Yuezhou City. The evidence is here. Please learn from me."

The magistrate snorted and said in surprise, "Send it here, and wait for me to have a look."

"Yes."

Jiang Ning's face turned pale instantly, Han Zhiyuan straightened up suddenly, turned his head to look at him, and said, "Wait—"

Jiang Ning immediately interrupted him in a low voice: "Stop talking!"

Although his face was pale, his expression was very calm. He smiled slightly, looked at Han Zhiyuan, and quietly made a hush mouth, motioning him to keep quiet.

Han Zhiyuan's eyes tightened, he pursed his lips, his mood fluctuated, and he stopped talking.

At this moment, there was a sound of gavel in the hall, accompanied by the prefect's angry voice: "You are so bold!"

A few sticks fell to the ground, and the magistrate angrily said: "Left and right, arrest him!"

Immediately, several yamen servants rushed forward and detained Jiang Ning. The magistrate said coldly, "It is a felony for a refugee to flee privately. After three days, he will be sent to the border with the prisoner!"

Hearing this, Zhao Lieutenant and Zhang Gong's complexion changed drastically, and they were about to step forward to defend themselves, but at this moment, the situation was over, Jiang Ning shook his head slightly at them, and even smiled: "Thank you Zhang Gong and Zhao Litigation Master for the past few days."

The Yamen escorted Jiang Ning, and was about to go to the back hall, when suddenly a voice came from outside the hall: "Hold on, my lord!"

Everyone was startled, a man came in from the door, wearing a tooth-colored robe, with an extraordinary bearing, he cupped his hands at the prefect sitting above him, and said with a slight smile, "Lord prefect."

When the prefect saw him, he frowned and said, "Who are you?"

"Caomin Shen Xuanqing is a good friend of Jiang Ning and Han Zhiyuan."

The magistrate became a little impatient, and said, "What else do you want to say?"

Shen Xuanqing smiled slightly, and replied: "My lord, Jiang Ning is not a refugee who fled privately."

Hearing this, the magistrate tossed down the piece of paper in his hand, and said coldly: "The black and white characters have been investigated clearly, and they have been stamped with official seals. It is true that there are no two people in Suzhou, so how do you tell them apart now?"

Shen Xuanqing was not afraid of his aura, and smiled unhurriedly: "My lord does not know that Jiang Ning signed a contract with Shen's residence before entering Yuezhou City, so he is not a refugee."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was taken aback, and the situation took a turn for the worse, and no one expected it to develop to this point, even Jiang Ning did not expect that when the situation was settled, Shen Xuanqing would rush over upon hearing the news, he He frowned slightly.

Han Zhiyuan's thoughts were in turmoil. If this matter does not end, Zeng Ji will never let go easily. At that time, Jiang Ning will definitely be dragged into the water. Thinking of this, he suddenly said: "I killed the man."

For a moment, everyone in the courtroom had different expressions, Zeng Ziming showed ecstasy, Qian Yaoming looked proud, but Zhang Gong and Zhao Litigation Master were stunned.

Jiang Ning was anxious and was about to stop him, but Han Zhiyuan had his hands tied behind his back, and with a calm expression, he repeated: "I killed Zeng Yuanhua."

He looked at Jiang Ning, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, showing a little smile, Jiang Ning was almost mad at him, wishing he could rush up and shake his head, he probably could hear the sound of the sea, he couldn't help cursing : "What crime do you plead?! Are you a pig brain?"

"Quiet!" The prefect patted the gavel suddenly, turned to Han Zhiyuan, and asked, "Are you pleading guilty now?"

Han Zhiyuan nodded, not wanting to say more.

The magistrate looked at Shen Xuanqing again, and said: "Since Jiang Ning signed the contract with your Shen family, what about the contract? Did you bring it?"

"This is brought naturally." Shen Xuanqing calmly took out a page and presented it with both hands.

After the magistrate read it, the words in black and white were clear, he hummed, returned the deed book, and patted the gavel: "In this case, Han Zhiyuan accidentally killed someone, and he was a fugitive. According to the regulations of this dynasty, when Dispatched to Shaheguan, escorted in three days, case closed!"

All the government servants sang "Tang Wei" again, Jiang Ning was shocked, his expression was in a trance, he looked at Han Zhiyuan and smiled at him in a daze, and then he was rudely pushed away.

He stood quietly on the spot, watching the familiar and tall figure gradually disappear at the corner of the back hall.

Jiang Ning stared at the corner until the whole room was silent, until his eyes were reddish, and he came back to his senses. At some point outside, it began to rain cats and dogs again. Jiang Ning's heart was numb with the piercing pain in his heart, and then he came back to his senses. The rain was pouring under the eaves, and the situation at the corner was unclear...

Jiang Ning returned home in the heavy rain, the cold raindrops fell down, and the wet clothes were blown by the wind. He only felt the chill spread from the bottom of his heart. Although it was already summer, he still couldn't resist the coldness.

He took out the key to open the door, only to realize that his fingers were trembling involuntarily, holding the key stiffly, and he couldn't open the lock no matter what.

Unable to succeed several times, Jiang Ning was so angry that he slammed his fist on the door panel, making a loud bang. Under the severe pain, his stiff fingers softened, and the brass key clanged to the ground, splashing a small Small splashes.

He looked down at the key immersed in the stagnant water, stooped to pick it up in silence, then held the key to unlock it, and pushed open the courtyard door.

The old door hinge let out a hoarse groan, like an old man dying, the yard was quiet, and the ground was full of stagnant water. If it was in the past, Han Zhiyuan would definitely try to persuade him and carry him over .

However, Jiang Ning was not very willing. He felt that this kind of fact was done by a little girl, which was a bit sissy, but Han Zhiyuan, who would occasionally reveal his girlish heart, still enjoyed it every time. When asked the reason, he He would squint his eyes slightly and answer with a smile, because the master cares about you.

Jiang Ning turned and closed the courtyard door, walked through the quiet small courtyard, stepped on the puddles, and the chilly rain seeped into the shoes, which made people feel tired.

He walked up the steps, took off his wet shoes and socks, and entered the room with bare feet. The rain outside had gradually diminished. It was getting late, and the room was drowsy. Even the air was depressed and listless. After one person was lost, the room seemed to lose its vitality, like an empty coffin, Jiang Ning suddenly thought of this description.

He stood there in a daze for a while, then walked barefoot to the desk, pushed the window open, lowered his head inadvertently, and suddenly found something caught in the crack of the desk, he was slightly taken aback, then stretched out his hand to move the desk away, suddenly there was a crash With a few clicks, many neatly folded paper pages fell down, kicking up a cloud of dust.

This was released by Han Zhiyuan.

Jiang Ning bent down to pick up those paper pages, and then slowly put them away neatly. It was as thick as a palm. The paper pages were folded into various shapes, including cute little animals, simple geometric shapes, However, the most common one is the heart shape.

Sure enough, he was not mistaken, Mr. Han, who is full of girlish heart, always makes some boring little details when no one knows, which makes people laugh and cry.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ning smiled slightly, but only for a moment, that little smile disappeared like water vapor. He looked at the thick stack of papers in his hand, and suddenly remembered that the person who did this would soon He was about to leave him, and was forced to go to a desolate and cruel front line of the battlefield, where he could not see, where the future was unknown, life and death were uncertain.

As soon as I think of these things, my chest will become uncontrollably dull, my heart will feel as if it is tightly squeezed by a big hand, the dull pain that can't be breathed will spread to the bone marrow, and the paper in my hand will suddenly become heavy , as if one hand couldn't hold it anymore.

After Jiang Ning stood barefoot in front of the window for a while, he walked to the threshold in front of the house and sat down. Taking advantage of the skylight, he picked out a paper page in the shape of a heart, and began to take it apart carefully. Compared with Han Zhiyuan, He seems to be particularly clumsy in this kind of thing, because the pattern is too complicated, he took it apart for a long time, and almost tore the paper.

Finally, after taking it apart, the contents inside were revealed. It was the handwriting that Jiang Ning was familiar with, and he could trace it in his mind with his eyes closed. so familiar.

This piece of paper is full of essays, as if it was written casually based on the mood, a bit like a diary, at a glance, it’s nothing more than what Jiang Ning cooked today, it’s delicious, Jiang Ning’s smile looks so good, it’s almost hard Yes, he smiled at others again, I really want to drag him back, how can he smile at others?It's all mine!He's still laughing, it's so infuriating!See how I'm crying for you tonight!Jiang Ning, why do I like you so much?

Jiangning, Jiangning, Jiangning, the paper was turned over and over again, and the name was written all over it, as if to engrave this name into my heart with the soft tip of the pen, the thick fragrance of ink, and the thin paper.

The second one he chose was in the shape of a bunny. It took him a long time to disassemble it intact, but the contents inside made him dumbfounded. This time it was not words, but all pictures. Han Zhiyuan's painting skills seem to be Very good, just a few small pictures, he painted them extremely vividly with just a few strokes, but, Mr. Han, is it really okay to secretly draw such a small yellow picture of shameful play without even typing a single size?

It is said that a person's painting can reveal the truest desire in that person's heart. Seeing those two naked villains doing shameful things, Jiang Ning really doesn't know how to describe his mood at this time. Positions, places that are hardly repeated, bathtubs, counters, chairs, tables in the yard, even... swings? !

He really raised his posture. As an honest and good young man who doesn't even watch small H-movies often, these positions and postures drawn by Mr. Han are simply unheard of. Jiang Ning always feels that he has opened the door to a new world...

Probably the most real desire in Mr. Han's heart is the same as in this picture, seven days and seven nights, the golden gun will not fall down, right?

Jiang Ning couldn't help but put away this page of paper with great care, and then opened the other pages to read. Finally, he found a pattern, the paper in the shape of a heart, filled with words, like diary essays, with daily records, There are love words and confessions. After people read it, it's like a jar of sugar sprinkled in their hearts. It's so sweet. Although there are occasional small H articles, overall, it's still very heart-warming.

And most of the animal-shaped paper pages are small h pictures, the ones that are not coded. Judging from the meaning marked next to him, it seems that they plan to have a long life in the future. □□In the small h picture, there are a few daily pictures, which are all the small details they have experienced.

After seeing too many small h pictures, Jiang Ning only felt that his eyes hurt, and he couldn't help complaining silently in his heart, Mr. Han, the ancients said, the iron pestle is ground into a needle.

Among the numerous shapes of animals and hearts, Jiang Ning suddenly found that there was a very different piece of paper mixed in. It was folded very simply, it was a quadrilateral shape.

Jiang Ning picked it up and took it apart twice to reveal the painting inside. He was slightly taken aback. The painting on the paper was a smiling self, very young, with a childish and youthful look in his eyes. Qi, a pair of black and white eyes looked over, the warmth in it seemed to be able to see through the paper.

Jiang Ning suddenly remembered that this was clearly the appearance of him when he just returned to China, wearing a very simple shirt buttoned all the way to his chin, when they met for the first time at the funeral.

Through this painting, Jiang Ning can't help recalling Han Zhiyuan back then. He had a handsome face, with a little youthfulness that hadn't faded away. The tall and straight figure is deeply bent, and the outlined lines are smooth and elegant, like a bow that draws but does not send out.

When Jiang Ning and his uncle came forward together, when he bent down and bowed, the white flower on his chest fell off and landed at Jiang Ning's feet, and the petals spread.

Han Zhiyuan looked at the petals silently for a moment, then turned his face away slightly, Jiang Ning could see his thin lips tightly pursed, and a trace of almost invisible fragility revealed in his lowered eyebrows, like flowers scattered on the ground.

Jiang Ning thought for a while, took off the flower on his chest, and quickly put it on his chest when no one was looking. Han Zhiyuan was slightly startled, straightened up, and looked at him in a daze.

Jiang Ning nodded slightly to him, and then left with his uncle.

That tall and straight figure was in his mind. With the passage of time, Jiang Ning thought it had been gradually faded away, but he didn't expect that when he recalled it today, he could even remember every little detail and movement clearly. Han Zhiyuan The narrow corners of the eyes, the sharp eyebrows, and the curvature of the thin lips are all like a clear picture scroll. It turns out that he is not the only one who remembers.

The last sentence on the page is, life is too short, Jiang Ning, I love you forever.

Jiang Ning lightly stroked the thin, slightly yellowed rice paper, thinking, yes, a lifetime is really too short.