Wu Shiqi's mind was racing, and his mind was quickly filtering through various possibilities.
The Zhong family is a very special existence. They have been raising and cultivating dogs for the Zhenfu Division three hundred years ago. Every hunting dog used by the Zhenfu Division in each state in Yu State came from the Zhong Family Courtyard.
In addition, the Zhong family will also sell a small amount of special dogs to the outside world, such as tall and powerful guard dogs that can tear apart jackals, and palm-sized, lively and cute ornamental dogs, which are very popular at home and abroad.
With this "extra money", the Zhong family can earn at least hundreds of thousands of dollars a year. However, this long-standing family still follows tradition and squeezes the whole family into the old mansion of Hepingfang in the southwest of the city.
There are several families like the Zhong family. They are hidden deep in the Zhenfu Division and specialize in one or several affairs. Through low profile and loyalty, you can gain long-term shelter. Like vines clinging to a towering tree.
If it was really the Zhong family's hunting dog that died in the middle of the street for no apparent reason...
Wu Shiqi's face remained calm, and he quietly waved his hand to signal his subordinates not to speak, while he responded to what the official said.
"Fortunately, it was discovered early, otherwise, half the people in the village would have drunk the bad water."
The official of the square complained nonchalantly, and called the residents to come over and take turns to fetch water with buckets. They first fished out the sewage from the well, and then used fishing nets to pull the bottom of the well to prevent rotten flesh, bones and other residues. .
"By the way, there's also this dog corpse."
He slapped his forehead and said to the two young men in the workshop: "Zhang Wulang and Qian Liulang, please transport this dog corpse to the butcher Wang of Huaizhenfang. His big furnace is specially used to deal with people who have died of illness." Big beast, pay him some money to help burn this thing..."
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"Wait a minute."
Wu Qiqi interrupted and said with a smile: "This dog corpse is regarded as evidence. Let us take it back to the government office."
Fangzheng asked in confusion: "Evidence?"
Wu Shiqi explained: "Yes. According to the pamphlet published by the Imperial Medical Office, the carcasses of animals that died of illness are considered as sources of plague pollution. Throwing corpses into wells is also considered as spreading the disease, which is no different from poisoning."
"Yes, yes, we need to investigate carefully to see if it was the guy who was worse than a pig or a dog who did it."
Fang Zheng nodded repeatedly, enthusiastically greeted the neighbors, found two large pieces of waterproof tarpaulin, and helped wrap the rotting dog corpse into a package.
Wu Qiqi was afraid that the smell would not be blocked, so he wrapped it several layers of cloth, then took the package and went straight to the Wannian County Government Office.
It was almost evening. Magistrate Wannian had finished handling official duties for the day and was about to go home when Wu Shiqi interrupted him and took him to the backyard of the county government office to explain the cause of the matter.
"..."
After hearing Wu Shiqi's statement, Magistrate Wannian frowned and whispered, "Are you sure that's the Zhong family's dog?"
"Nine times out of ten, yes."
Wu Shiqi nodded, "When I was patrolling the streets a few years ago, I saw the girls of the Zhong family going out in Furong Garden. They were leading this kind of dog at the time. Their hair was specially braided and their hair was trimmed. Cherish the exception.”
Wannian County Magistrate paced back and forth, hesitated several times, and sighed: "Why do you think you are doing this? Just send the lost things to the other house. If you can't inform the Secretary of the Town, why bother bringing them with you?" Come back to the government office."
"In extraordinary times, we have to be on guard."
Wu Shiqi answered calmly. The Zhong family is originally a branch of Zhenfusi. If we tell Zhenfusi, wouldn't it mean to let heroes investigate heroes and heroes to investigate heroes?
"...All right."
Perhaps because of Wu Shiqi's persuasion, the county magistrate finally nodded, "Go and ask Wu Zuo to come."
Wu Shiqi called for the county government official Wu Zuo. After a while, Lao Wu Zuo, wearing a butcher's coat, walked out of the autopsy room with a confused look on his face.
The county magistrate asked: "What's the result?"
"He died for about three days. Died from... a beast attack?"
Wu Zuo took off his coat, "The wound was broken and messy, but it was formed into one piece. It looked like something had bitten off the abdominal cavity. But even a liger doesn't have such a big mouth."
Wu Zuo paused for a moment, then Digu said, "Could it have been bitten by the Pig Po Dragon?"
Wu Shiqi and the county magistrate looked at each other.
Piggy Dragon? Where did the crocodile come from in Chang'an?
Wait, there really is. There is a royal garden to the east of Daming Palace...
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Clang clang clang.
The Haotian bell rang at the right time. Song Shaoyuan, who was wearing official uniform, twisted his sore shoulders and continued to write on the book.
This is the Dali Temple government office, and his current identity is the chief registrar of Dali Temple.
"Song Dalang is still busy?"
A middle-aged man with a goatee pushed open the door and walked into the house. He rubbed his hands and said with a somewhat embarrassed and flattering smile: "How about you go home to be with your wife and daughter first? Just leave the rest of the paperwork to me. "
"It's Master Liu. No, no, no, there's not much left."
Song Shaoyuan couldn't help but feel a little funny when he saw the person coming. The other party is on the same level as him, and both are masters from the seventh rank, but in daily interactions, there is always a sense of flattery. A few days ago, I came to my home to give a gift - a jade longevity lock for the baby.
"Then I'll make a pot of tea."
Master Liu still refused to leave, making tea, pouring water and grinding ink, and finally sat at the table, looking like he was hesitant to speak.
"Master Liu, is there anything I can help you with?"
Song Shaoyuan saw the other party acting like this and simply put down his pen. Mr. Liu is not a bad person, he is serious about his work and skilled in business, but his personality is a bit upright. He can't even ask for gifts or flatter others well, so he has been unable to be promoted for so many years.
"Uh..." Master Liu didn't expect Song Shaoyuan's question to be so straightforward. He was stunned for a moment and then said calmly: "That's it. My Erlang is seventeen this year. Didn't he take the imperial medical examination? In the end, he got the same score as others. , because the rolled noodles were not as good-looking as the others. It was the same last year, just one point missing. My mother-in-law and I were so worried. We couldn’t sleep well when we saw him eating at home..."
As the hospital grew bigger and bigger, the number of new students in the Imperial Medical Office became more and more expensive. In Chang'an, it is second only to Xuegong and Imperial College.
"this..."
Song Shaoyuan originally wanted to politely refuse, but when he saw Master Liu's awkward and flattering expression, he inexplicably thought of his mother helping him to enroll in Zhenzhou Prefecture School. His heart softened and he said, "Okay, I'll go ask for you." . But there’s no guarantee it will work.”
Master Liu suddenly turned from worry to joy, stood up excitedly, and couldn't stop bowing to express his thanks.
Song Shaoyuan had no choice but to stand up and support the other party. Just as he was about to say something not to be publicized, he heard a noise coming from outside the hospital, and several Dali Temple government officials hurriedly ran towards the prison.
Song Shaoyuan and Master Liu also went out to follow them, and when they arrived at the underground prison, they found it noisy and chaotic.
A shackled prisoner wearing prison uniform was lying in the corridor of the prison, his eyes were white, his limbs were twitching and he was vomiting.
The jailers formed a circle around him, afraid to come forward to rescue him - not only because they didn't know how to save him, but also because of their status as prisoners.
This man was one of the Haotian believers who caused the most trouble, and he was the subject of strict supervision at the top.
