Di Ying shook her head gently.
He denied: "You are not the person responsible for investigating the case. You, a second-grade official, suddenly went to find someone else's county magistrate. It is easy to scare people.
At that time, it is possible for people to exaggerate the facts of the case and make the case more serious, which will cause misleading.
And I don’t want everyone to know that you are involved with me, so you should stay out of official affairs.
Tomorrow, take Xu Si and Sun Qi with you and wander around the county to find out about the number of wealthy households, including the officials' personalities and conduct. "
"Do you think it's related to those people? Do you still think it's possible that they failed to harvest the sheep and became murderous? But the method of killing is not like those people's skills."
When Song Wen heard this, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind, and he spoke out.
I feel like I've hit the nail on the head.
Di Ying nodded slightly.
He walked slowly and spoke slowly: "If you want to handle a case clearly, in addition to finding the murderer's motive, the second point is the conditions for the murder.
It is how the murderer did it, the method and means of killing in this way.
We now only know what is recorded in the case file: there were no clues left by any suspicious person around the scene where Han Lixing was killed.
But exactly?
Did any of them lie? Is anyone lazy? Have you ever discovered something and didn’t think much of it? Or was Zhang Jian simply not rigorous enough in his investigation of the case?
No matter what: there must be some omissions.
As a result, we currently don’t know the murderer’s motives, nor how he managed to kill without leaving a trace.
What the villagers in Hanjia Village and what we heard along the way were how Zhang Jian was committed to the people's livelihood in the county, how honest, friendly, and upright he was.
But I never heard a word: He handles cases like a god and is impartial and selfless.
Then: this omission must be related to it.
Let’s take a look: Does this county magistrate know how to handle cases? Don’t know how to handle cases? Or is it just a matter of confusion in handling the case? "
Song Wen understood.
He said with emotion: "There are some officials in the court who have the talent to be the prime minister and the military prime minister. But it is impossible for them to solve the case.
That's why I say: Not all officials are named Di Ying. The rigor of your reasoning, the breadth of your thinking, and the meticulousness of your logic are all unmatched. "
Di Ying: "...I finally know why you can be friends with everyone."
Song Wen: "...Why are you like this? I sincerely praise you, but you hit me every time you don't accept it."
Di Ying smiled.
He smiled and said softly: "I'm just doing my job. Even if I think more than others, I just don't want to make mistakes."
As he said that, he turned around, stretched, yawned, and walked into the house, saying, "I'm done eating, go back to sleep."
Song Wen watched Di Ying enter the room, looked at his figure reflected on the window by the candlelight, and had only three words in his mind: Benfener.
That night, Song Wen was thinking even in his dreams: If he spends his whole life, can he be like Di Ying?
When everyone was washing up in the yard in the early morning, Di Ying saw the black eyes under Song Wen's eyes and joked: "Brother Song, are you homesick and unable to sleep at night?"
Song Wen: "..."
After he was speechless for a long time, he finally said: "You finally look like a young man."
Di Ying: "..."
He went inside to eat steamed buns.
This made Song Wen, who had been hit hard, feel completely cloudless.
While eating, he and Di Ying competed for steamed buns.
…
May 28th, half a quarter of a hour. (8:00)
Zhang Jian, who is nearly 40 years old, is handling official business in his official room.
"The rain on the night of the 25th caused disaster to some villagers who had not yet had time to harvest wheat. This morning, Xianguan went to those places to see how the villagers were harvesting.
Some sprouted or became moldy in the ground before they were collected; some failed to be dried or recovered in time after being collected, and this problem also occurred.
I would like to ask Mr. Zhang: For those that are definitely not edible, should we dispose of them in the same way as in previous years? "The county magistrate asked.
When Zhang Jian heard the news, his dark and thin face and his two eyebrows, which already had white hair, knitted together tightly.
Make the deep vertical lines between the eyebrows deeper and longer.
But after a few breaths, he relaxed again.
"We should try our best to save what can be saved. If it really can't be saved, we will collect them together at the price of three copper plates per pound and send them to the workshop.
Let the workshop boil it, expose it to the sun, dry it and grind it into powder, then mix it with other fine bran, bran, etc., and sell it everywhere at the price of a copper plate per pound. "
This is different from how it was handled in the past.
The county magistrate asked worriedly: "Sir Zhang, if this happens, our county's public bank will not be enough to cover expenses."
"don’t worry,"
Zhang Jian smiled so much that the wrinkles on both sides of his lips appeared like layers of ripples.
"The 'meat ban' will not last long. Once His Majesty lifts it, the number of poultry and livestock raised by the people who have been thirsty for meat for so long will skyrocket.
Collecting three copper coins and selling one copper coin seems like a loss. But the price of fine bran, bran, etc. is very low. As long as all the finished products can be sold, then we can't lose money.
It just needs the county treasury to be able to support it for a period of time. "
The county magistrate heard this and nodded vigorously.
After nodding, he suggested: "Master Zhang, Mr. Tao, the Tao man who retired from old age and returned to his hometown, has a very luxurious and luxurious residence. Yesterday afternoon, the Tao Mansion sent an invitation, and he wanted to invite you to visit Mr. Tao. It’s my birthday banquet, I suggest you go there and help the county Kulala by the way.”
"Don't go!"
Zhang Cambodia flatly rejected this suggestion.
After shaking his short beard that had been mixed with white for a few times, he continued: "The eldest daughter of Mr. Tao is married to... I don't want to have anything to do with them.
Also: keep an eye on Tao Mansion. His fourteen-year-old fifth grandson is a little too smart. It would be best if he doesn't get into any trouble. "
"Sir, are you talking about Tao Qing? That child is obsessed with things, what kind of trouble can he cause?"
The county magistrate asked in surprise.
Zhang Jian hesitated.
He touched his beard, his expression a little tangled.
"I can't tell. When my wife was shopping for ingredients on the street, she heard a maid from the Tao Mansion say: Their fifth young master likes to use live poultry and livestock for research purposes.
I am worried: What about those small living creatures today, what about in the future? Will you go after people?
Anyway, just keep an eye on it. If the number of live poultry and livestock purchased by Tao Mansion increases or decreases, please report it to the official in time.
It would be best for you to look for someone who has a good relationship with that child and has a relatively good character, and ask him to give him some advice and get rid of his habit of using living animals for research and study. "
