Ugly peasant girl in space

Chapter 860 Questions (1)
The official took the money, and was also a little embarrassed, "We will take the quilt away when we turn over in the morning, alas."

"Thank you, brothers."

It's just a little skin trauma, which is already considered good. Anyone who enters the cell will lose a layer of skin, and some people will be imprisoned unjustly. destroyed.

Skin trauma is okay, it’s just such a cold day, two days without food, and a thick quilt, Qingli nodded to everyone, there are all these in the space, in order to cover up, she went to a deserted street in the distance Prepare.

It was another cold winter night, and there was a cold bright moon hanging in the black cloth-like sky. The moonlight was pale and pale, without a single star.

Qingli was carrying a burden on her body, carrying a food box in her hand, shivering from the cold, and for convenience, she only wore a black jacket. She forgot a fact, she could come to visit the prison openly, but if she was turned away, sneaking in.

Before, Qingli discovered that Mai Dong used to walk through the window, sometimes the window was closed and the door was opened, and Mai Dong would open the window and jump in, and never walked through the door. After being a gentleman for a long time, these things became a habit.

After exchanging a few words with the guarding soldiers at the gate, Qingli entered the prison with a bag and bleeds out again, a hundred taels of silver is not much, but it still hurts to spend it in vain, but fortunately, the attitude of these officials is okay , has repeatedly emphasized that it should not be delayed for too long.

The prison cell was quiet, and the money was not in vain. In Master Shen’s cell, officials put a red clay stove in and lit an oil lamp. Qingli managed to see Master Shen’s appearance clearly through the weak light. He was about 40 years old. Up and down, pale, with long beards, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, they all say that looks come from the heart, looking at Master Shen's face, one can tell that he is a kind person.

"Uncle Shen, I'm Qingli, sister Xiaoyu should have mentioned me to you, right?"

Qingli walked into the cell, with money to do things, and the officials were not bad, she brought in some dry straw and put it in the corner, added charcoal, and emphasized on keeping an eye on the fire before leaving.

There was a small square table by the wall, Qingli opened the food box, Master Shen hadn't eaten for two days, it would be better to eat some liquid food, Qingli prepared ginseng porridge and chicken soup, etc., and served them one by one.

"Niece of the Mo family?"

Mr. Shen was wearing a ragged cotton jacket and a good satin jacket. After being whipped, the cotton flew out. He hadn't eaten for two days and was shivering from the cold. Seeing someone coming to visit him now, he seemed very excited, "Is your niece In Kyoto? When did you come back, Xiao Yu..."

"Uncle, don't worry, eat something first."

Qingli put the quilt on the straw and asked Master Shen to sit on it.Master Shen hadn't eaten for a long time, and his stomach was growling. He scooped up the porridge with a spoon and kept nodding.

The magistrate's prison is cold and gloomy, surrounded by cool breeze, and there is no stove in the cell. The prisoners are covered with worn-out quilts and huddled into a ball. Several people lean on each other to keep each other warm. Seeing that the neighbor, Mr. Shen, has steaming hot porridge to drink, He grasped the wooden fence with dark hands, and his eyes showed eagerness.

Since he entered the prison, he has been eating leftovers. It is fine in summer, but it is sad in winter. Sometimes the porridge contains crushed ice, and he is tortured every day.The magistrate is shrewd. He often does some private work, such as making flowers for the paper horse shop, stacking paper money or ingots, and the silver magistrate is carrying it. They can’t get silver. It’s good to have a full meal. In winter, the hands and feet are stiff, and it takes a long time to rub them together. Warm, working from dawn to dusk.

"Niece Mo, can you share some of these pastries with them?"

Master Shen looked hesitant, a little embarrassed, he was wronged, and it was the first time he entered the prison, the third aunt of the magistrate said that he was not allowed to send things from his family, and it was cold in the prison, so he was locked in a small cell alone and could only curl up In a ball, I feel that if I can't make it through tomorrow, I will freeze to death here, and I will be charged with crimes, and my whole life of wisdom will be ruined in one fell swoop.

The people living in the cell next door were all tenants from the surrounding villages. The landlord withheld their food, and they couldn’t survive. Several people called the door, and the landlord reported it to the officials, and they were also thrown into prison.

Because it is not a felony, they can visit at home. Several people saw that he was alone without a quilt, so they swapped them out and gave him a quilt.In the past, there were many people who were well-dressed and icing on the cake, but now that they are in distress, can anyone come to see him?

Master Shen knows how difficult it is to clear up his grievances. The timing was too coincidental. After he woke up, he was also confused. He even believed the government's statement that he killed someone in a drunken stupor. However, he has a problem with blood dizziness. , You will faint when you see chicken blood, and if you kill someone and see blood spurting out, you will be unconscious for a long time.

"So it is."

Qingli nodded, passed the snacks through the gap in the wooden fence to the cell next door, and thanked several people. Master Shen also said that if there is a day when the grievances can be cleared, he must spend money to get a few people out. Kindness should be rewarded.

A copper pot with a thin mouth was placed on top of the small red clay stove, which was sent by the official after collecting the money. The water was already boiling and bubbling. Individuals sent some separately, this kind of cold night, drinking some hot tea can also warm the body.

Although Master Shen was hungry, he didn't gobble it up, and drank the porridge slowly.While packing the food box, Qing Li said, "Sister Xiaoyu is in Ruyang, and she hasn't come back yet. I'm afraid it will be too late for the Chinese New Year this year. I just came back and took the time to take a look, so I learned that such a thing happened."

"Niece of the Mo family, thanks to you taking care of Xiao Yu back then, this girl's life was miserable, and she was wronged by my incomprehensible father."

When Mr. Shen mentioned Shen Bingyu, he burst into tears, and felt more and more guilty. His daughter was not comparable to the official daughter, and she was also pampered. She suffered too much along the way. When he was hungry in prison, he wanted Xiaoyu to go. Is there no food on the road in Kyoto?The drinking water is made of snow.

"Uncle Shen, you didn't know what happened back then, alas."

Qingli followed with a sigh, and the two of them spoke a few words, and the officials were poking their heads outside. Qingli saw that she couldn't waste time, so she thought about it, from which point she couldn't just think that Master Shen was the murderer, but Ji Zhifu In order to close the case, it's hard to say, the day after tomorrow in the lobby, he might be punished.

Master Shen quickly explained in detail before and after he went to Wanhualou to discuss business, which was consistent with Shen Guy's plan and Wanhualou's procuress Meiniang, and there was no discrepancy.Master Shen shouldn't be the one to find the murderer, but Qingli also hoped that he would be prepared and told everything she had guessed based on the clues.

The reason why Qingli told Master Shen in advance was that Qingli had her own worries.Mr. Shen is a good man, and he is also kind. Such a soft-hearted person will not let his relatives go. What if in the lobby, he finds out that the murderer is his own daughter, Shen Bingxue, and he takes the initiative to plead guilty? .

(End of this chapter)