He Jiu was making a fortune, and at the same time he was also running a business at home. Paper figures, horses, coffins and shrouds were the only ones in Qinghe County.
So Pan Jinlian came to collect Wu Dalang's body, and He Jiu promptly provided one-stop service.
What's more, Ximen Qing, the county captain, came with him.
Of course, He Jiu had heard about those rumors. Looking at Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian, He Jiu secretly verified his thoughts.
This couple was so lucky! Wu Dalang died at the right time!
Of course Ximen Qing would not be so stupid as to have Wu Dalang cremated immediately. The murderer Brother Yun was already in prison, and his herbal medicine shop did not prescribe arsenic for Pan Jinlian.
On the contrary, Ximen Qing was somewhat looking forward to meeting Wu Song. With his pig's feet aura, Wu Song, who could not speak well, bowed to him and offered his sister-in-law Pan Jinlian.
Regarding cleaning the body, enclosing it, and coffin, He Jiu gave the County Lieutenant a friendly price, and also sent a pair of paper men and horses, which made Ximen Qing very satisfied.
Pan Jinlian was young and had no idea when it came to this kind of thing, and Ximen Qing was also confused, so it was Wang Po who came forward and set up the funeral bed, lit the soul-inducing lamp, and put down the paper basin for burning.
First look.
Except for his brother Wu Song, who was the head of the funeral, Wu Dalang had no relatives in Qinghe County. The funeral hall was just a formality. Except for a few neighbors who came to hang out a few times, no one came at all.
Pan Jinlian placed a spiritual tablet on the case with the words "the position of her late husband Wu Dalang" written on it, burned some paper money in a basin, and the queen came to accompany her at night, so as not to scare Pan Jinlian.
Ximen Qing had no choice but to avoid suspicion for the time being. He couldn't walk around Zishi Street. In the past two days, he had time to go to the herbal medicine shop and study the Shiquan Datongjiu with Dr. An and Shopkeeper Fu. The first batch of Jingyang Chun had already joined.
Preparing the medicinal materials only takes some time.
Wu Song looked at Qinghe County not far away, wiped his sweat, and took two deep breaths: "Brother, I'm back."
Along the way, Wu Song woke up early and stayed late at night, all he wanted to do was return to Qinghe County as soon as possible, hand in errands, and reunite with Wu Dalang. For some reason, Wu Song always felt a little uneasy and in a trance for the past two or three days. This time, he saw Qinghe County in front of him.
I finally feel a little more at ease.
"Everyone is back." The master greeted him proactively, his eyes a little uncertain: "The magistrate has been waiting in the room for a long time."
Wu Song was a little strange. Why did everyone look at him wrong when he entered the city, and some even deliberately avoided his eyes. What was going on?
No matter what, let's finish the errand first and then talk about it.
Wu Song strode into the house, took out Lieutenant Zhu's reply from his arms, and handed it over: "Your Majesty, the reply from Lieutenant Zhu is here."
Zhu Zhixian took it smoothly, unfolded it and smiled happily: "It's been a hard journey, go home quickly."
Wu Song was also happy when he saw the magistrate. After the delivery was completed, he went back to his room, changed his clothes and shoes, put on a new headscarf, locked the door, and went straight to Zishi Street.
When the neighbors on Zishi Street saw Wu Song coming back, they were all secretly surprised. Seeing Wu Song's expression, they didn't know that their brother was dead, so they turned their backs one by one, closed their houses, and did not talk to Wu Song.
Wu Song felt even more strange in his heart, but he only wanted to see his brother as soon as possible, so he didn't have time to think about it, and before he knew it, he was already in front of the door.
Before he could enter the door, Wu Song smelled the smell of incense and candles, and felt very strange: Could it be that his brother did not engage in cooking cake business, but changed it into an incense and candle shop?
When Wu Song looked up, he saw that the room was dressed as a mourning hall, but he didn't pay attention. Then he saw the coffin on the coffin bed and the words "the seat of the late husband Wu Dalang" on the coffin tablet. Then he let out an ooh and froze.
"Could it be that my eyesight is dazzled?" Wu Song murmured in his heart. Even if he was in the incense and candle business, he couldn't write his name on the token. He shouted: "Sister-in-law, Wu Er is back!"
Pan Jinlian was chatting with Granny Wang next door when she suddenly heard the sound and her face turned pale in shock: "So it's Wu Er who's back?"
Wang Po's face also changed a little. In any case, Wu Dalang was fine when Wu Song left. Now that Wu Song is back, Wu Dalang is lying in the coffin.
It turned out that Ximen Qing had said that Wu Song would be back in three or five days. But he didn't expect that Wu Song was so anxious all the way that he actually arrived two days early.
"Liu Niang, don't worry, go ahead, I will accompany you." Wang Po gave Pan Jinlian a reassurance, and accompanied her out of the back door of the tea house and ran to the backyard.
"It turns out that uncle is back!" Pan Jinlian was a little scared when she saw Wu Song: "Uncle came back just in time to preside over the funeral."
Wu Song had a sudden feeling in his heart and looked at Pan Jinlian again. Although he was wearing a filial piety skirt and shirt and no makeup, there were no tears on his face. He was a little suspicious at first: "Sister-in-law, when did my brother die? What disease did he get? Who did he eat?
medicine?"
Pan Jinlian saw Wu Song asking her, and remembered that Wu Dalang asked Brother Yun to consummate the marriage. She choked up without answering first. Wang Po saw her and asked: "You all came back. I must have met the magistrate. Could it be that the magistrate didn't mention it?"
And this matter?"
Wu Song rolled his eyes: "I ask my sister-in-law, but I want you, an old woman, to talk too much!"
Wu Song spoke in a rather harsh tone, and Wang Po had all sorts of things to say, but they were all pressed against her throat and she couldn't say them out.
Pan Jinlian over there cried for a while and sighed: "Da Lang originally suffered from chest pain, and it was healed after taking medicine, but for some reason, riri drank, which delayed the business. Unexpectedly, riri and brother Yun drank together,
I was drunk downstairs. Unexpectedly, the guy drank too much and became sexually active..."
"Dalang heard the commotion and went upstairs to argue, but he was pushed down the stairs by Brother Yun, which happened to break the wine jar and he fell to his death."
"Ah!" Wu Song shouted after hearing this: "Where is that thief now?"
"I've been put in jail. I'm just waiting for you to come back and ask questions." Wang Po interrupted.
"Has your sister-in-law ever been defiled by this thief?" Wu Song asked again.
"Da Lang came just in time, not too late." Pan Jinlian cried: "Uncle, I can go to the prison to question you. You should know the truth."
"No hurry!" Wu Song strode to the coffin and patted the coffin. Knowing that the coffin was not nailed firmly, he pushed it to the side and the lid was pushed open mostly, revealing Wu Dalang's body inside.
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"Brother's soul is not far away! Brother, I see you are coming!"
Wu Song took a closer look at Wu Dalang's body. Although it had been washed and put on a shroud, there were big bumps on the head, especially the stab wound deep into the brain on the forehead, which was consistent with what Pan Jinlian said.
But why would Wu Dalang drink with a person who doesn't know where to start? He must be an acquaintance. But for Wu Song, the name Brother Yun has never been mentioned by his brother.
Wu Song ran through a few thoughts in his mind, sighed, pushed the coffin lid back into place, and turned around.
"Sister-in-law, please stay here for a moment until Wu Song goes to the prison and asks for an explanation." Wu Song gritted his steel teeth and said, "If it is really what the dog thief did, Wu Song would bring back the dog thief's head and sacrifice it in front of his brother's soul."
"Brother Yun is already in prison waiting to be punished. Don't be reckless!" Wang Po reminded Wu Songdao.
Wu Song turned a deaf ear and rushed out of the door in two or three steps and returned to his residence. He first changed into plain white clothes, found a linen ribbon and tied it around his waist. He also hid a long pointed knife with a short handle and a thin back.
He took out the sharp knife from his wrist, locked the door, and went to Qinghe County Prison alone.
"The Haomen Building has changed its sign and is about to reopen. Brother Ximen must come!" Faced with Zhu Zhixian's invitation, Ximen Qing had no choice but to accept it happily.
When we arrived at the Haomen Building, there were already huge crowds of people, all looking happy and firecrackers going off. It turned out that the plaque of the Haomen Building was covered with a piece of red cloth. The owner of the building led a group of waiters to greet them at the door. Then he saw Zhu Zhixian and Ximen Qing.
When he arrived, he hurried forward to greet him.
"Ah ah ah, the magistrate, Ximen County Lieutenant, I haven't been here for many days." The owner of the building looked happy: "Today, our building has changed its signboard, and the magistrate just happened to be in charge!"
"That's fine! I'll help you unveil the plaque. Can you entertain me for free today?" Zhu Zhixian seemed particularly happy today.
"What are you talking about, sir? I can't invite you normally, so of course it's free. As long as you're willing to come, it's free!" the host rubbed his hands and said with a smile.
"Master, the auspicious time has come." The waiter on the side reminded.
"Oh, Mr. Magistrate, please!" The host respectfully presented a bamboo pole wrapped in red cloth. Magistrate Zhu weighed it in his hand, walked forward, raised the bamboo pole, and gently removed the red cloth covering it.
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"Lion Tower! What a great name!" Zhu Zhixian looked at the words on the plaque and praised it: "Brother Ximen, what do you think?"
Lion Tower!
Looking at the three big characters in gold on a black background, Ximen Qing's heart skipped a beat. In the novel, it was in this Lion Tower that Wu Song found himself. No, this body had his head cut off directly.
In Ximen Qing's eyes, these three words "Lion Tower" seemed to turn into the Palace of Hell.
Since traveling through time, Ximen Qing also secretly found out if there was a hotel called the Lion House in Qinghe County. After confirming it again and again, Ximen Qing breathed a sigh of relief. Unexpectedly, the wealthy hotel he had visited several times would suddenly be renamed the Lion House, which made Ximen Qing
Looking at the original poster, my teeth itched with hatred.
If Zhu Zhixian hadn't been here, Ximen Qing would have definitely gone up to the poster and slapped him twice, then kicked him down, and then stepped on him a few more times.
Your luxury building is well run and well managed, so why not change its name?
It’s not good to change the name to any other name. It’s okay to change the name to Zui Taibai. Why change it to Shizilou if you have nothing to do?
Is this the so-called Murphy's Law? The more you fear something will happen, the more likely it will happen!
Where is the halo of brother's pig's feet?
The Lion Tower has suddenly appeared, what about Wu Song?
With strange thoughts, Ximen Qing couldn't help but secretly asked Zhu Zhixian: "Has Wu Dutou come back?"
"Ah!" Zhu Zhixian suddenly remembered: "Wu Song has come back! By the way, this county actually forgot to tell Wu Dalang the news of his death."
"What!" Ximen Qing was so shocked that Zhu Zhixian said, "You didn't tell me earlier!"