Chapter 743 Little Bell
She was not crying because Sun Guangzong was going to die.
Instead, she was angry at herself for raising such a daughter and ruining her grandson.
I was even more angry about why she wanted to marry her daughter to her grandson's family, causing her to become like this.
"If we don't blame him, what will happen to the Sun family?"
The law stipulates that serious crimes must be punished collectively. If Guangzong killed someone, his family would also be held accountable.
Worried that her daughter might also be beheaded, she finally asked.
Although she didn't want to acknowledge her daughter, she couldn't bear to watch her die.
She wanted to ask Meng Bujiu to spare her daughter's life, even if it meant exile.
Jiang Shoujia did not stop her because he knew that his daughter would not be beheaded, but would be sentenced to death in prison or beaten with a stick.
If the situation worsens, you will be exiled to Beiguan or do forced labor for ten years.
Life can definitely be saved.
"Exile to the North Gate." Meng Bujiu originally wanted to say that he would be beaten with thirty sticks, but after thinking about it, this Sun family is always causing trouble. Fubao's grandmother is old. If she gets angry and gets sick one day, Fubao will definitely be sad. It is better to exile them to the northernmost part. The cold weather will surely wake up Fubao's aunt's brain.
When she realizes her mistake, ten years later, if he is promoted or still working in Ruling Prefecture, he will make some arrangements to get Aunt Fubao back.
As for Jiang Sanhe's mother-in-law, he didn't care at all. At this age, if she went to Beiguan, the only fate she would have was death.
He knew all the bad things Zhou had done in the past.
He sold his three granddaughters. He had done so many evil things that he deserved to die.
"Okay, exile is good, at least I can save my life. It's hard there, but no matter how hard it is, it's better than death." Zhang Jinlan cried and laughed, and Zhang Yanzi wiped her tears with a handkerchief.
"No, you don't need to ask us. Just go ahead and investigate. If he is really the murderer, you should punish him according to the law. This kid is too bad. That was a life! But Thirteen is so vicious. What will he be like when he grows up?"
Jiang Shoujia gritted his teeth and spoke again.
He had no feelings for this so-called grandson, and the two of them only met three times in total.
If it weren't for the relationship with his daughter, he wouldn't even bother to ask.
As for my daughter.
Jiang Shoujia shook his head, as if he and his wife had never had children.
She had never been treated badly since she was a child. She had better food, clothing and everything than her brothers, yet she had such a temper. People say that a daughter who is married off is like spilled water. Her family used basins to catch the water, reluctant to spill it. Who knew that the water boiled by itself and burned dry in the basin.
If you can't stop it, then just ignore it.
From then on, he considered his daughter dead.
Zhang Jinlan had cried enough. She no longer had much affection for her daughter. When she learned that her daughter did not have to die, she could no longer shed tears.
As for her grandson who had to sacrifice his life, she didn't care at all.
Meng Bujiu had not expected the Jiang family to react in this way. After a moment of silence, he nodded and said, "Okay, I understand. I will go back to Chang'an Town first. I'm afraid Lingshan has already captured him."
"Well, drive slowly and watch the road carefully. It's dangerous to drive at night. Hurry up, it's getting dark." Jiang Shoujia looked at the sky outside through the window and urged.
Only then did Meng Bujiu say goodbye.
He rode back to Chang'an Town quickly and found Lingshan standing at the door waiting for him.
"Why don't you go in? It's so cold outside, don't freeze." Meng Bujiu took a long step and jumped off the horse.
His smooth movements and handsome face made Lingshan involuntarily sigh that his young master was so damn handsome.
"Master, the man has been caught, and he has given up everything before he was tortured. I don't know if this guy is smart or really stupid. He is lying at home so brazenly. Is he really not afraid that we will find him and arrest him? Or does he think the most dangerous place is the safest?"
Lingshan sighed.
"I'm afraid he is really stupid. A smart person would not do such a thing. He kills people for two taels of silver. Ha." Meng Bujiu's eyes were like knives. He talked while walking, with his head always facing forward. Because he walked so fast, a breeze was raised, which was particularly cool.
"Ms. Zhou and Ms. Sun Jiang have been making trouble, so I simply escorted them back and locked them up in a dark room, waiting for your interrogation, Young Master." Lingshan said again.
"good."
Meng Bujiu interrogated him for a whole night, and only came out of the dark room the next morning when the sky was just beginning to brighten.
Because my eyes had been in a dim light for a long time, they felt a little uncomfortable seeing the morning glow, and tears rolled down from the corners of my eyes.
"Young Master, why are you crying? Are you hungry?" Lingshan, who was carrying breakfast and preparing to give it to Meng Bujiu, asked without knowing the truth.
"Don't cry, it's too annoying. Send breakfast to my room. I'll go to sleep right after I eat. I'm really tired."
Meng Bujiu stretched lazily, and a small bell hanging on his waist swayed. Hearing the sound, Meng Bujiu was a little stunned.
This was a birthday gift from Fubao to him. Although the bell was not big, it was extremely exquisitely made. The crisp sound of the bell could not be heard at all if one did not pay attention. Moreover, it did not look out of place when hung on the jade pendant. There were also words engraved by Fubao himself on it, which was his surname.
He has been carrying it with him ever since he received the gift. If the yard had not been so quiet, he would not have heard the sound of the bell.
Fubao......
I don’t know where she is now. The last time I received a letter from her was half a month ago.
The letter said that she had arrived in Yanyun Province, his ancestral home.
She had a safe journey and everything went well.
That’s great, God bless you.
Jiang Fubao, whom he had been thinking about, had just come out of the city gate of Yanyun Province. She had also found craftsmen for the second shop. She would leave with her large team only after they started work and supervisors were found.
"Miss, at this rate, we may only be able to come back next spring." Xue Huan sighed.
"I can't wait to go back. Grandma must miss me a lot. I don't know if she has eaten well." Jiang Fubao leaned on Pan Erya's shoulder and gnawed on the hard jerky. This thing couldn't fill his stomach, it was just for a snack.
It's boring to ride in a carriage anyway, so eating is just a way to kill time.
"I want to go back too. Living outside is not as good as living in our house. The inn I've been staying in these days always has a bad smell. I don't know if it's because the bedding hasn't been washed for a long time, but my body is itchy when I sleep." While saying this, Xue Huan also rubbed her back.
Jiang Fubao also felt a little uncomfortable.
The inns here are not like modern ones, where beddings are changed after each guest.
They only wash it when it is dirty. Some are only washed once a year or half a year.
The superior rooms are slightly better, with laundry changed every half a month.
Jiang Fubao could only try his best not to think about it, otherwise he would not be able to sleep at all.
When she stayed in an inn, she always dressed warmly, for fear that her skin would touch the bedding.
Xue Huan is right, the outside world can never compare to home.
Her room is still the most comfortable place to sleep. The weather is getting colder. At this time, if I light a charcoal stove at home, roast some persimmon cakes and small potatoes, and drink a pot of sweet hot milk tea, I can read a storybook and sit by the charcoal stove to keep warm. It must be very comfortable.