These words successfully diluted Tu Liang's sad mood.
He looked at the county magistrate with some amazement, shook his head and said: "No, the matter is not that complicated. It was when I was carving finely that I heard shopkeeper Xu calling me in the yard.
I just walked out. As a result, he saw a teenage man lying in the yard. His body was covered in blood, but his chest was heaving.
I really wanted to save the person, so I went forward and tried to help him up. He touched the blood on his hand and his body was stained with blood.
I supported him and went to sit down at the courtyard table.
At this time, shopkeeper Xu came in with a cup of tea. When he saw me like that, he threw the tea cup and shouted: "Kill, kill."
He shouted and ran out.
I was very confused: I didn’t kill anyone, and this person didn’t die either. Why did Shopkeeper Xu shout like that?
The officials from the government came so quickly. Before I could even think about it, they rushed in and locked me up in the county government hall without saying a word.
I don’t know what happened to that person.
But when the officials tried me, they said I had killed someone. Talking about people getting stolen goods.
I thought: That person might really be dead.
In court, I tried my best to defend myself. But no one listened to me, not even the county boss. He pointed at the blood stains on my hands and body and concluded that I was the one who killed the person.
My voice was hoarse from shouting, but it was no use. You all know what happened next. "
Tu Liang said and looked at the ground.
At that time, the emotions full of anger and sadness came to my heart again.
The government officials, who were supposed to be his last hope, became the boulder that pushed him into the abyss of despair.
So he knew that Park Chan's death would definitely make it difficult for him to defend himself. He didn't want to talk anymore, he didn't want to say another word.
"Do you know who the owner of 'Jinrong Cloth Shop' is?"
Di Ying couldn't bear to see the look of sorrow on Tu Liang's face, so he asked Cheng Ting who was standing aside.
"have no idea,"
Cheng Ting shook his head and replied: "I only saw the name of Buzhuang when I was interrogating Tu Liang and reviewing his files.
I asked the government officials about it, and they said that the cloth shop was resold for unknown reasons shortly after Tu Liang was imprisoned.
The new owner is a spice merchant named Tang Chenghai. It wasn't a cloth shop, but it was selling spices.
I also checked him and found nothing wrong. "
Di Ying laughed when he heard this.
Smiling and asking him: "No problem? Are you sure?"
Cheng Ting was confused by these words and expression, and asked: "What problem can there be? He is just a businessman who has been traveling around for many years, collecting and selling spices. After all, spices are relatively expensive items, and they need to be Got him..."
Cheng Ting didn't finish speaking, he slapped the table and stood up.
Henhen stamped his foot and said: "Those who can afford spices are all noble people! Damn it, why didn't I think of it earlier?!"
Cheng Ting was so angry that he swore obscenities, and the blood of a soldier emanated from his body. He raised his feet and rushed to find someone to settle the score.
Di Ying raised her forehead and asked, "Who are you looking for?"
Cheng Ting: "..."
He stopped suddenly and ran back.
Question: "Yeah, who should I go to? It's not illegal for him to sell spices. There's nothing wrong with opening a new shop. Just because he deals with noble people, you think there's something wrong with him? What's wrong with him? Can you tell me? Only then will I know who to go to.”
"Not urgent,"
Di Ying put down her hands and stood up, stretching greatly.
Cheng Ting was so angry that he stared at him.
This is really a sudden encounter with a slow doctor. If these were his soldiers, he would have thrown them onto the roof to cool off.
No, he would dare to throw it away as long as it wasn't Di Ying.
Di Ying didn't look at him, and when she put down her hand, she pulled him aside.
Cheng Ting: "..."
He was seriously considering whether to throw Di Ying or himself.
Di Yingze walked up to Tu Liang and asked, "Do you know who the owner of Jinrong Buzhuang is?"
Before Tu Liang could answer, Cheng Ting abandoned his thoughts, chased after him, and asked strangely: "What do you ask him for? He is just a carpenter."
As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, the carpenter nodded.
He replied: "The common people know."
Cheng Ting: "...how did you know?"
Tu Liang: "The grass-roots family originally lived in the county town, and they used to do fine and expensive work. I met the owner of 'Jinrong Buzhuang' when the grass-roots were delivering goods with my grandfather.
I heard grandpa say: He is a wealthy businessman in the city and the eldest son of the Sun family. "
"Sun Qun! Is your name Sun Qun?" Cheng Ting asked anxiously.
Tu Liang nodded: "That's the right name. I heard that the Sun family is mainly engaged in the fabric business in the city. Cao Min's grandfather said that the Sun family's shops are open everywhere."
After Cheng Ting heard this, he started walking in circles in the room.
He said urgently: "The Sun family's ability to expand its business is inseparable from Huang Ronggui. A good business suddenly withdrawing from Yi'en County is ending.
The spice merchant Tang Chenghai must also be related to Huang Ronggui. But why on earth did they want to take such a big turn to clean up?
Just to wrongly accuse a young carpenter? The magistrate of Yi'en County at that time was a money-grubbing guy and must have been connected with Huang Ronggui.
Do you need to make such a big turn? Does the cloth shop need to close down and resell? What else is related to it?
Tu Liang and his three brothers saw that those two women were important? "
Speaking of this, Cheng Ting immediately thought of something.
He asked Xiang Di Ying: "Can you draw portraits? If you can, let Tu Liang ask you to help draw the faces of the two women, and I will find someone to find out. If you can't, I will Find a painter."
After saying "Crackling", seeing Di Ying nodding, Cheng Ting immediately picked up the bookcase with one hand and placed it in front of Di Ying.
He even started to sharpen ink.
Di Ying: "...You don't think it's too heavy. I can walk over by myself."
"Oops, what does it carry and what does it weigh? You are so tired. How can I move it faster?" Cheng Ting replied without looking up.
Di Ying was speechless.
He laid out the paper, picked up the pen, and asked Xiang Tu Liang: "Do you remember what the man covered in blood looked like?"
Cheng Ting paused, craning his neck and looking at... the wall.
I heard Tu Liang describe that man's appearance.
Di Ying started painting.
Before finishing the painting, Cheng Ting, who just listened and listened briefly, pricked up his ears and kept polishing the ink, blurted out: "Lin Xianjun!"
Di Ying didn't answer.
He remained silent and continued painting.
Under Tu Liang's description, Di Ying drew Lin Xianjun's appearance in his youth, stroke by stroke, in detail.
Di Ying has actually never met Lin Xianjun, and he doesn't understand why Lin Xianjun would write his own story for storytellers to spread.
Maybe Lin Xianjun heard about him and admired him? unknown.
Di Ying will not pursue this.
He just looked at Lin Xianjun's portrait and thought: this man's injury fifteen years ago must be related to his disappearance in November last year.
"Tu Liang, I can see that you have a good memory. When you were describing the incident, when you mentioned the two women, you said: You thought the matter was over.
Have you already guessed that your injustice might be related to those two people? Do you remember their faces? "
Di Ying put down Lin Xianjun's portrait and asked Xiang Tu Liang again.
