Su Wenxuan suddenly had an inspiration and changed the ending of "A Chinese Ghost Story" in one go, his expression gradually becoming lewd.
Su Wenhao was cooking in the kitchen when he heard the wild laughter coming from the main room, so he quickly went to check.
Seeing the mess on the table, he leaned closer to take a look and exclaimed, "Brother, are you really going to change the ending? This... I don't understand it, I'm deeply shocked."
Su Wenxuan laughed heartily, supporting his back, and roared to the sky: "Hahaha, brother, you said it yourself, you've been completely stunned, so those students must be dumbfounded!"
"Would Uncle Xian strangle you if he knew?"
"No, I specifically asked twice, and he didn't seem to care much about the results of my rehearsal of the play. It seemed like he just wanted to make up the numbers, just like when we have a banquet, there must be sweet soup. It doesn't matter if it tastes good or not, there has to be some."
The variety of dishes must be plentiful!
"The more the uncle underestimates me, the more excited I get. I want to achieve something and show everyone."
Su Wenhao said blankly, "Okay, I'll stand by your side then to prevent those stubborn students from beating you to death."
"Brother, you're so awesome! I know kung fu too, you know?"
"Hey! Take this!"
The Chen family.
Tiger's mother called out, "Dad Dazhu, are your relatives visiting again?"
But then an old man looked at Chen Xian with a nervous expression.
then.
The door to the Chen family's house was closed.
Tiger's mother was puzzled. Why close the door in broad daylight? It's so mysterious.
Chen Xian was slightly taken aback when he saw the person who had come. How did he find his way here?
The old man with the sesame seed cake looked complicated and said anxiously, "I went to the county government office to see Ji Mao. He told me that the clerk, Ma, was accidentally injured in a fight with some local thugs and died in prison after his throat was punctured."
Chen Xian nodded calmly: "Is your nephew alright?"
The old man selling sesame cakes shook his head and said, "He stole someone's things, paid the money, and will be released after a few months in jail."
She glanced at Chen Xian, but there were still some things she didn't dare to say.
“When he comes out, tell him to come to Qingxia Village to find me, and I will arrange work for him.”
“Since he wants a chance, I will give him one. Don’t worry about the rest, brother.”
The old man selling sesame seed cakes shook his head slightly.
He simply couldn't understand why Jimao would dare to take such a risk for a mere, uncertain opportunity.
Is it really worth it?
What if the man in front of him abandons him?
At the same time.
County government office.
Li, the clerk, hurriedly told Magistrate Su, "Sir, there's been a riot in the prison! Steward Ma was stabbed in the throat and died on the spot..."
Su Yong was somewhat puzzled.
"What a coincidence?"
Suddenly, I thought of that young man. No matter what he did, he always had that indifferent expression.
He shook his head.
"How could that be? I'm just being too sensitive. How could I possibly connect every little thing to him?"
Master Li was also puzzled, "There has never been a riot before, so how come something happened as soon as Steward Ma entered the prison?"
Su Yong frowned. "Does the advisor mean that someone is pulling strings behind the scenes?"
"Um."
Su Yong said calmly, "Master, go and bring me the list of people who have recently been imprisoned."
Before long, Su Yong began to scan the names of the people on the rosters, including their ages, addresses, occupations, and other information.
"Hu Hansan, 43 years old, sells steamed buns near Qinghe Road. He lives in Liutiao Village, Pisun Town... He was imprisoned for accidentally hitting a customer..."
"Brother Jun, thirteen years old, sells bamboo tube rice dumplings near Min'an Road, lives in Jianzhai, Qingwan Town, and was imprisoned for stealing a customer's purse..."
Chicken Feather, 38 years old, sold porridge near the food street. He lived in Lukanzi Village, Gaolaozhuang. He was imprisoned for drunkenly cursing at a customer and then assaulting him…
Su Yong was taken aback. "Isn't the congee stall near the food street the same one that Chen Xian runs on the same street?"
Could Ma Jinping's death be related to him?
"Sir? Is there something suspicious about Steward Ma's death?"
Su Yong looked at the sky meaningfully and said, "Anyway, he was a man who deserved to die. If he dies early, it will save us the prison food. Let him die as he is."
"If you take everything too seriously, it'll be too tiring. In any case, you'll just become a corrupt official!"
Perhaps I've misunderstood.
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