Xu Pingchao and the other two stayed in the courtyard, often in a daze.
The three of them behaved themselves during this period and stopped staying up all night by candlelight.
He often sits in a chair, lost in thought.
Xu Pingchao's voice was bitter: "It's my fault for dragging you two into this."
"Gongfu, we've known each other for decades, it's too formal to say such things."
Yang Yuanxi said helplessly, "Fortunately, we are just minor officials of the eighth or ninth rank. At most, we will publish fewer books in the future, and these things only happen to deer."
The people in the city will soon be distracted by other trivial matters;
Fortunately, the country bumpkin we provoked probably doesn't have any special background or status.
Otherwise, our official positions might be coming to an end.
Huang Yuning said helplessly, "I think we should take advantage of the current situation before it gets worse and quickly explain to our superiors to see if we can move to the neighboring prefecture. I think Shouchun would be a good option."
Yang Yuanxi sighed and looked at Xu Pingchao with trepidation.
"Gongfu, tell me honestly, will these trivial matters of ours affect Mr. Wanfeng's impression of Luo Bai and his nephew Bangchang?"
“Yes, Yuanxi and I are both over sixty years old. If we fall, so be it. We’re really afraid that we’ll make things worse and affect his career.”
Xu Pingchao remained relatively calm.
“Lushan County is a small place. The people we’ve offended don’t have any background. You two gentlemen don’t need to worry. Since Uncle said that things are worth doing, it’s basically settled.”
Yang and Huang breathed a sigh of relief.
...
It was less than two hours.
Zhou Xun, who was far away in Yingzhou Prefecture, received a letter.
Upon seeing who it was, he was pleasantly surprised, a smile appearing on his face.
"It's a letter from my elder brother."
After reading the letter, he suddenly realized something and called over the clerk beside him: "Investigate for me what the relationship is between Yang Luobai, the magistrate of Quannan County, and Yang Yuanxi, the prefectural school official; and what the relationship is between Huang Bangchang, the acting county magistrate of Bozhou, and Huang Yuning, the prefectural school official?"
After a short while, Zhou Xun flipped through the files and said with a smile, "Interesting."
He knew that his older brother was very stubborn and principled.
He won't help people easily unless they truly impress him with their character.
He instructed his attendants to ride fast horses and find out the details of the matter in Lushang County.
Less than two hours later.
His subordinates found out the whole story and bought some storybooks and books.
Zhou Xun was increasingly alarmed as he read on. If his elder brother hadn't sent him the message, this kind of thing—a learned scholar oppressing a country bumpkin—might have been forgotten over time.
Pen, please!
at the same time.
Su Yong also regularly sent memorials to the Yingzhou Prefecture government, which were then delivered to the desk in the Yingzhou government office.
Zhu Sheng frowned, looked at the clerk beside him, and gave a strange smile.
"Master, thank goodness we were quick-witted and cut off contact with the Yang and Huang families in time. Damn it, those two families are courting death."
"Master Dong, should we stop them?"
Zhu Sheng shook his head and said, "If it's about the Yang family's son, and according to Zhou Xun of the Investigation Bureau, he doesn't know, then so be it."
"Forget it, Xu, Yang, and Huang are courting disaster. Just submit it and go through the normal procedures."
Master Lü smiled faintly: "So, that country bumpkin who used an alias to stay at home is really lucky."
"Good luck? Not necessarily, luck is also a matter of fate..."
...
The county jail.
Gu Er was completely bewildered.
Ten days have passed since Liu Quan entered the prison.
As usual, Liu Quan began to ramble on about the outrageous things he had done in his youth.
As he spoke, he himself seemed somewhat dazed...
Shui Sheng continued to chat with Liu Quan casually from time to time, just like always.
Shui Sheng, carrying a food box, was startled to see Liu Quan with dark circles under his eyes, looking erratic and like a madman.
He looked even thinner than when I last saw him.
"Brother Quan, you?"
"fine……"
"Are you really alright?"
"Um."
"Don't worry, my boss asked the jailer. In your case, you'll be out in half a month. Just hold on for a few more days."
Liu Quan stiffly turned his head and saw the young man in the next cell, also muttering to himself, "Father, I was wrong..."
Mother, brother..."
They started banging on the wall.
The jailer paced back and forth, occasionally shouting, "Gu Er, just hold on for a month. Soon, an official document will be sent from above confirming that your case is indeed true and there are no doubts. Our county magistrate will cross that off with his red pen, and you'll be free immediately."
Shui Sheng was taken aback; the jailer knew how to comfort people.
However, the jailer muttered to himself, "This is damn weird. When Gu Er came in, he looked completely numb and had no idea what he had done, poisoning his whole family. He didn't think it was a mistake."
"It's only been a few days, and you're already starting to regret it?"
The person with the most complex feelings is undoubtedly Liu Quan, the bystander.
At first, he was talking to himself.
Let's talk about family, children, and parents.
In conclusion, family is about warmth and responsibility.
Then he talked about the terrible things he did when he was young.
remorse.
There was some performative element at the beginning.
But as I kept talking... I almost started to believe it myself.
He only stole a few chickens, so why did he have to portray himself as so hateful?
It's as if not committing suicide is not enough to atone for one's sins.
That's not right!
That's not right!
Even the young people around me have been affected.
Moreover, Liu Quan discovered that the more evil a person does, the more vicious their actions, the more intense their remorse, their strong desire for atonement, and their self-harm.
I often hear the sound of my neighbor banging against the wall in the middle of the night.
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