Da Suining

Chapter 93
Wu Zuo lowered his head and walked quickly, almost rubbing against the carriage.

The coachman met him and reminded him: "Zheng Yuzuo is busy again, the weather is hot, be careful not to get heat stroke."

Zheng Wuzuo lifted up the toolbox on his body, cupped his hands to express his gratitude to the coachman, and stood sideways on the side of the road to let the carriage pass first, Xiang Suining slightly raised the curtain of the car and looked at Zheng Wuzuo, although he was thinner, his beard was also gray , but the spirit is still good, thanks to his running around in Qingcheng all the year round.

Not everyone is capable of doing this job. Examining the body of a dead person requires boldness and carefulness, as well as being proficient in the structure of the human body, familiar with various injuries and the causes of their formation. Qingcheng's work requires not only reading more ancient medical books, There must also be a master to bring you in. Master Zheng is probably the type of master.Some people want to do kao work, and they can't stop vomiting when they smell the strange smell of corpses, let alone dealing with corpses for many years.Winter is better, especially in summer, when flies and mosquitoes are flying around, and the weather is hot, and the rotten smell can be smelled through the walls, and even the family members of the deceased hope to bury the person as soon as possible.Not to mention those corpses that were thrown into the river and soaked in water, or were pushed off the cliff and broke into several pieces, and they had to be pieced together one by one.

Xiang Suining respected Wu Zuo, and the moment he looked at old man Zheng, he nodded to him.

Old man Zheng usually took the case and went to work with a toolbox. He seldom saw such a polite little girl, so he quickly bowed his hand and returned the salute.

It is the time when the summer heat is strong, and the Qingcheng Mountain in the distance is dry without clouds and fog.

Some pedestrians at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain held oil-paper umbrellas to block the sun, and some held round fans and kept shaking them.

There was no wind on the treetops, and the cicadas yelled tirelessly, making their noisy ears itchy.

Those round fans are exquisite, covered with the best Changzhou embroidery, with pink or purple flowers, plants, insects and fish embroidered on them, or majestic snow-capped mountains embroidered with silver and white silk money, which is the template of Mount Qingcheng in winter.Or the beauties who embroider black-haired long skirts with colorful silk threads are smiling shyly, squatting to feed fish, or swinging on swings, with different expressions, as if alive.

The round fan embroidered with silver-white snow mountains is very good. Now in June, there is nowhere to go for the heat. The snow-capped mountains on the fan are majestic and majestic. Against the white fan surface, when you shake it, it is light and cool, as if you are on the top of a tree. Like the wind blowing his face.

Xiang Suining gave Mingzhu a tael of silver and asked her to buy plain silver hairpins at the stall next to the round fan.

The silver hairpin is very thin, the silver color is dull, and the plum blossom carving is also rough, so it is not a high-quality item.

Xiang Suining didn't have much precious jewelry, but he didn't have a reason to take a fancy to this silver hairpin.

Mingzhu asked suspiciously: "Girl really don't want a round fan, but this hairpin?"

"buy it."

Xiang Suining didn't buy this silver hairpin for himself.

It's been a long time since I saw Qiniang. The last time I saw her was in the Chunhua Building. Later, I met Liu Hu from her family several times. He was driving a carriage in Qingcheng, and even met Xiang Suining once in a hurry.

I heard from him that now he and Qiniang have moved away from where they used to live, and they don't want to think about others, there are memories left by the children there, and when they step into that alley, they will be so sad that they can't breathe, and Qiniang always Crying is not an option.People always have to move forward.

Now they live in the western suburbs, pass under the overpass, and walk along the official road for another stick of incense.It seems to be a place called Changfuzhuang.

Fortunately, the coachmen in the city are very familiar with the roads. Xiang Suining only needs to provide the three words "Changfuzhuang", and the coachman will take her there smoothly. Try to find out where Qiniang lives.

Changfu Village sounds like a village, but there are dozens of people living there, more like living together. The low walls are dilapidated, the walls are broken, several roofs are covered with broken tiles, and one or two skinny sheep lie on the ground. Chewing twigs at the millstone.

A woman wearing a gray-blue turban bends down to grind the mill, wanting to grind some soybeans to make pea cakes for the children to give to the children. Qingcheng in the distance is like two worlds from here.

Fortunately, the well in Zhuangkou hadn't dried up yet. A woman in wide trousers with blue background and white flowers drew water from the well and poured it into a wooden basin. She squatted down and carefully washed two old clothes.

The woman who was pushing the mill swept the broken soybeans on the stone mill, panting slightly: "You are also virtuous enough, in addition to answering errands, you also made wine and vegetables for your family. You have not been idle for a while, and you come out again Washing clothes, don't worry about the heat."

"Aren't you the same, pushing soybean powder against the sun."

"I'm all for the child. If you have suffered a lot, your family will be blessed. Qiniang, why bother working so hard."

Qiniang.

Qiniang raised her head and washed the beaten clothes in the water, just after she got them out of the water, Xiang Suining was already in front of her.

It's been a long time since we saw each other, and Qiniang didn't bother to wash her clothes, so she poured out the water in the basin and greeted Xiang Suining to go home.

Afraid that Xiang Suining would be hot, Qiniang almost trotted into the courtyard, about to see that there was something cool in the teapot, and brought a large bowl of thick flowers, she thought it was not clean, so she quickly rinsed it with well water in the tank, and then poured it out A bowl of water was brought in front of Xiang Suining.

While Suining was drinking water, she found another cattail fan. The cattail fan was old and the cloth around it was torn. Qiniang was a little embarrassed: "I didn't know the girl was coming, so I didn't prepare it. I made the girl feel wronged. The girl sits down first, and I will wash two cucumbers for the girl, both of which I planted myself, picked fresh, crisp and raw, and eaten to get rid of the heat."

"You don't have to be busy, just sit and talk with me." Xiang Suining pulled Qiniang to sit down, Qiniang always remembered that she was the master, Xiang Suining sat on the edge of the kang, she just took a low stool and talked to each other.

I shouldn't have sat on the edge of the kang, but apart from the fact that the kang is bigger, there isn't much room to sit on.

There is nothing of value, and the spout of the kettle for pouring tea is still chipped.

Xiang Suining took out the plain silver hairpin and inserted it lightly in Qiniang's hair. Qiniang seldom wore jewelry and pearl hairpins, and her family didn't have that kind of condition.

Qiniang was very grateful, she rubbed her hands and didn't know what to do.

The two bowed their heads and talked, talking about many old things, and also about the things after they moved to Changfuzhuang. Compared with the dark days before, Qiniang seemed to be alive. A bit lively, diligent and capable, although the Changfuzhuang house is dilapidated, she has cleaned it up cleanly. When she entered the door just now, three or four little yellow ducks were looking for bugs to eat in the vegetable field in the courtyard. It is warm.

"The girl came to see me, is there anything else?" Qiniang asked.

"I want to find someone. I don't know if you know each other. Thinking about Brother Liu driving a car in the city, maybe there are some clues."

"Who is the girl looking for?"

"Looking for a coachman with only one eye and a blindfold on the other."

"It's not difficult." Qiniang was confident, she couldn't help with other things, and looking for this person was as far away as she was right in front of her eyes.

The window of the small kitchen was propped, and two men were drinking in it.

One of them is Liu Hu.

Opposite Liu Hu, there was a man sitting.

The two sat down and drank a pot of wine, with a plate of peanuts and a plate of pickled cucumber sticks.

Although there were no good food and drinks, the two drank very enthusiastically. You had a cup and I had a cup. After a while, the man with his back to the window drank too much. He stood up and sat down unsteadily, muttering: "Don't wait for me to be successful, wait for me to be successful, I have to kill that woman with a knife. I get up early and work late every day... I drive a car early and late, exhausting myself... just last month, in order to earn more money, no one dared to accept it. I took all the jobs and sent two big men to the back mountain. Unexpectedly, they robbed me of dozens of big money. At first I refused, and my ears were all purple. My heart hurts, but I said I was afraid of death, so I lost the money for nothing, and said that it doesn't matter if I die, as long as the money comes back... This woman... sooner or later let her know how powerful I am..."

"Brother Xu is drunk." Liu Hu listened to his rambling, quickly supported him, and sent him home.

But within the time of one stick of incense, Liu Hu hit back and forth.

Seeing that Prime Minister Suining was there, Liu Hu went to clean his face before coming forward to speak respectfully.

Speaking of Xu Jun, brother Xu, he couldn't help sighing: "Brother Xu, we only met after we moved to Changfuzhuang. Because I drive a car in Qingcheng, he also drives a car, so sometimes we go out together at night. When I got back together, his family lived in front of my house, they were all poor people, sometimes they just sat and had a drink when they had nothing to do."

"How about the others?"

"He just drinks a lot. He can get himself drunk no matter how good or bad the wine is. Even if he only has a plate of peanuts, he can still drink from dark to dawn."

Qiniang was doing her needlework and interjected: "Didn't the second girl ask him if he could drink, you can tell the second girl something else."

"Speaking of which, our family is also similar to Xu Jun's family. They are both poor and white. I drive the car, and my wife makes snacks for them. Xu Jun drives the car, and his wife starches and washes clothes for him. He is a hardworking person, sometimes it rains. , I see that there are fewer people driving cars. I invited him to come home, but he still refused, saying that there are people taking cars even when it rains. He can’t see, and usually wears a blindfold, and some people are afraid of seeing him, so although he works hard, his business is not very good.”

Xiang Suining expressed his understanding.

Qiniang also sighed incidentally.

Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, and whose chimney does not emit smoke.

The smoke from the chimney of Xu Jun's house was the biggest.

Although Xu Jun was motivated, his family had more quarrels than any other family in Changfuzhuang.

There is a lot of noise for three days, and a small noise for two days. Sometimes I can sit up and make a noise in the middle of the night, like a dream.

The two couples didn't stop, no, just after sending Xu Jun back, they heard the quarrel again.

Across the heavy wall, it is not very clear.

I only heard the woman say: "You drank all the money you earned... What are you going to do in my house, it's better to die outside."

"Liu Hu paid for the drinks. I didn't spend any money... What are you doing beating me with a stick? You beat me again... I... I'll take care of you when I sober up... I didn't sharpen my sword for nothing."

The voice gradually died down.

Then I heard the sound of throwing basins and crockpots and the sobbing of a woman.

Maybe it's because they've gotten used to it. The people in Changfuzhuang went their separate ways, and no one came out to join in the fun.

Liu Hu and Qiniang were as steady as Mount Tai, they didn't move.

Anyway, if you try to persuade the fight, Xu Jun's wife, Yueniang, will cry even more fiercely, and everyone will almost recite the lines, and when Yueniang is crying, Xu Jun is either pretending to be dead, or really sleeping to death.

"This Xu Jun, is there anything unusual lately? Or, is there any grievance? Have you had any grudges with anyone?" Xiang Suining reminded Liu Hu: "Brother Liu, remember well."

Liu Hu didn't understand how the good-natured Xiang Suining cared about Xu Jun, a humble man, but it was not easy to ask, what Xiang Suining asked, he could only answer honestly: "If you want to talk about grudges, it's not that bad, people like us Well, big people don't even bother to have grievances with us, even grievances are our own ideas, if we say we are indignant, there is really one thing."

Liu Hu exchanged glances with Qiniang.

Everyone in Changfu Village knew about that matter.

Because of that incident, Xu Jun even sharpened his knife for two days. Every day at dawn, he sat by the well in Zhuangkou and began to sharpen. He sharpened for a day, until the moon rose, and he could sharpen it again under the moonlight. After a while, until the time of Haishi, the whetstone was rubbed with sparks.

His wife, Yueniang, dared not leave the house for several days. Later, Xu Jun always called her a "whore", so that she couldn't stay in the house. If the two scolded each other before, Xu Jun would not be Yueniang's opponent at all. Xu Jun has a weapon in his hand, no matter how hard his mouth is, it is not as hard as a knife. Yueniang knows this truth well, so she went to wash the clothes of the master's house before dawn, and did not show Xu Jun at all. After a few days, the matter faded away , Xu Jun no longer sharpened his knife, and Yue Niang rode on his head again. Three times of scolding a day is indispensable. Anyway, Xu Jun gets scolded when he is drunk, and he gets scolded when he is not drunk, and he gets scolded when he is asleep. If you scold, you will be scolded even if you lie down.

It was a rainy day that day, the sky was overcast, the grass was wet, the rain started to fall from the morning, and it became heavier and heavier. Later, the whole Qingcheng was hung like a rain curtain, the sky and the earth were vast, and the rainwater that rose up could reach people's knees.

Originally, there was no business on rainy days. Seeing Yueniang lying at home, Xu Jun went to restaurants and teahouses, thinking about earning more money. After all, there are few coachmen on rainy days, and the competition is not so great. If you earn money, maybe Yueniang can still Give some good color.

If he could have predicted what happened later, I wonder if Xu Jun would regret his diligence that day.

When it was raining lightly, I pulled two guests and earned more than a dozen pennies. The rain was too heavy, the streets were empty, and the horse was hungry, so it refused to move forward a step, and was afraid that driving the horse by force would frighten the horse. Xu Jun had no choice but to go to an inn nearby to ask for convenience. The first two floors of the inn are places to eat, and the back can be used for accommodation. Liu Jun tied the horse to the stable in the backyard, and stood in the stable with his arms folded, waiting for the rain to stop. .

Before the rain stopped, a familiar person arrived.

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