Chapter 103: Right and Wrong Depends on Current Situation
Xie Yan followed the address on the deed and found the shop where Sun Zhiye paid compensation.
In one day, the shop was clean and tidy.
There was only one old servant left, who was leaning on the counter with his hands in his sleeves and dozing off, waiting for him to come and take over as agreed.
Xie Yan tied up his horse, stepped over the threshold, and knocked on the table.
The old servant woke up in shock, wiped his face, and perhaps because of the numbness in his feet, he stood up staggeringly.
Xie Yan reached out and gave him a hand.
"Thank you..." The old servant scratched his ears and rubbed his cheeks.
"Xie Yan."
Xie Yan reminded lightly.
The old servant slapped his thigh and said, "Yes, Mr. Xie, this shop is officially handed over to you. I have to go back and report to the eldest master."
Xie Yan checked it and nodded in agreement.
The old servant gathered up his tattered and patched shirt, put his hands back into his sleeves, and walked away humming an unknown tune, shaking his head.
Xie Yan frowned, thinking back to the news he had heard about the shop.
The Ming Dynasty required that the eldest son of the Sun family have two shops under his name that have been profitable for more than two consecutive years.
It can be said that Sun Zhiye took advantage of the situation. Although the two shops that were compensated made profits, they were indeed a bit cramped and far apart.
One is in the east of the city, and the other is in the west.
The specifications and sizes of the two shops are exactly the same.
If the neighboring shop could be rented or purchased, cleared and renovated, it would become bright and airy, and no matter what business the Ming Dynasty wanted to do with the shop, it would be smoother and more comfortable.
Xie Yan is not a person who is hesitant or indecisive. Once he has an idea, he will implement it as quickly as possible.
If only he could become stronger.
She was so powerful that when others knew Ming Chao was his wife, they would be afraid and would not dare to cause trouble for Ming Chao again.
He knew that with Ming Chao's intelligence and determination, he could survive the storm alone, but he still wanted to make himself Ming Chao's support.
Simply put, the Ming Dynasty could do without it, but it could not exist without it.
Xie Yan sighed and walked towards the neighboring shop.
The tepid sun climbed up to its highest point little by little, making people feel warmer and warmer.
Grandpa Sun and Sun Zhiye finally went to prison.
The ground was covered with blood, and the walls were covered with confessions. Grandpa Sun's legs went limp and he fell to the ground. He used his hands and feet to crawl to the side of the second son, squeezed away the coroner who was pretending to perform an autopsy, and burst into tears, sobbing "My son, my son."
Sun Ershao is not ambitious and is extremely naughty, but he is also truly filial to him and his wife.
Whenever I come across something delicious or fun outside, I always remember to bring some home.
Old Master Sun looked at the wound on Young Master Sun's wrist that had long stopped bleeding, and with trembling hands he tried to cover it, as if this could save Young Master Sun's life.
"Daddy's little brother must be in so much pain."
"Dad, let's let the coroner perform an autopsy first." Sun Zhiye's voice was tinged with sadness, and his eyes were full of sorrow.
In the eyes of others, he looked like a pillar of the family who had to endure the pain and stay rational to take care of the funeral arrangements.
Grandpa Sun was filled with hatred.
No matter how much he weighed the pros and cons, he was filled with anger and hatred after seeing the corpse of his favorite son.
There were obviously other roundabout ways, but his eldest son resolutely chose to sacrifice Peng'er, hoping to carve out a path to higher heights based on Peng'er's flesh and blood.
So hateful!
Sun Zhiye's eyes flickered slightly, and he took two steps forward as if to help Grandpa Sun up. A cold light flashed between his fingers, and his palm brushed across the back of Grandpa Sun's neck. The grief-stricken Grandpa Sun fainted softly.
He needed his father to come here and express the pain of the death of his loved one, but he didn't need his father to lose his mind and speak without thinking in a rage.
"Dad!" Sun Zhiye shouted in a panic, "Someone, take dad to the hospital!"
The coroner came over and after a thorough examination, he wrote an autopsy report, clearly recording that Sun Ershao had committed suicide last night.
Sun Zhiye took out the thin letter again and handed it to the officer who was in charge of following up on the case. "My brother asked the prison guard who was on duty the day before yesterday to deliver it to Sun's house after he finished his duty. I don't know the rules of the government office. I wonder if I need to hand it in and file it?"
The officer took the letter, opened it in front of everyone, and compared the handwriting on the confession on the wall. "It was written by the same person."
Sun Zhiye: "Then I'll leave it to you."
The servants of the Sun family brought the coffin, and Sun Zhiye personally arranged the second young master Sun's appearance, loaded the coffin, and carried the coffin.
Many common people who heard the news waited outside the county government office, whispering to each other.
Thinking of the nursery rhyme, I couldn't help but feel suspicious.
Sun Zhiye raised his hand, signaling the servants carrying the coffin to stop.
He crossed his fingers and bowed to the people around him, "My brother died to atone for his sins. The Sun family will abide by his will and sell all the shops under his name to compensate those who were harmed by him. At the same time, the grain shops under the Sun family will be sold at a reduced price within seven days to express our sincerity and regret."
"I dare not ask for forgiveness on behalf of my brother, but I will definitely do more good deeds."
The onlookers were skeptical.
"Brother is not a good person,"
"The house is restless."
"My wife and my brother are both fine,"
"The dude is dead in prison."
Many people were whispering.
"Master Sun, I wonder how Master Sun died?"
Sun Zhiye's eyes were filled with pain. "The coroner performed an autopsy and found that my second brother committed suicide."
"Did Young Master Sun know that his unmarried wife was forcibly taken away by you? That's why he was so upset that he committed suicide."
"Mr. Sun, this is really not a decent thing to do."
"Tsk, Master Yuxian, I'm afraid you have the heart of a wolf or a tiger."
"Yes, yes, yes, the nursery rhyme says that this is a big lie."
Sun Zhiye bowed again and said, "I am a clean and honest person, I am upright and I am not afraid of what others say."
"What is unjust is in the heart of man."
But many times, the fact is that justice does not lie in the hearts of the people, and right and wrong only depend on the current situation.
These days, I am very tired.
He was so exhausted physically and mentally that he couldn't even think about the problem.
He carried the coffin and continued walking forward, leaving the people behind him to talk.
Compared to the rumors about ghosts and unrest in the family, the nursery rhymes that covered up the truth at most cast a shadow on his reputation as Master Yuxian.
After all, my second brother really died in prison.
There are confessions, suicide notes, coroners, and police officers as witnesses.
Once the government posts a notice, the impact of nursery rhymes will be minimized.
But what a pity.
It’s a pity that my second brother’s death is not of such great value.
Turning the corner, Xie Yan, who was riding a horse across the street, and Sun Zhiye, who was carrying a coffin, met unexpectedly.
Xie Yan pulled the reins to slow down, smiled and said faintly as he passed by, "I often hear people say that Young Master Sun is upright and self-reliant, and that he is a gentleman. But today, it seems that the rumors are not true."
"Young Master Sun is truly a heroic man who accomplishes great things without paying attention to small details."
Sun Zhiye's pupils shrank instantly. He turned his head suddenly and saw Xie Yan patting the horse's back. The horse galloped away, leaving behind a frivolous and casual figure on the long street.
He actually saw contempt and disdain in the eyes of a mere hunter.
Is Xie Yan also worthy?
Meeting an old friend in the mountains