Chapter 37 Raincoat
Siming looked at the steward and said, "You should ask him what he did yesterday."
The steward kicked Zhang Dali on the wound and said, "Speak."
"I didn't do anything, you are framing me." Zhang Dali yelled at the two men.
“Crack!”
Siming loaded his gun: "I want to see how long you can hold on."
As he finished speaking, the black muzzle of the gun was already pointed at his forehead.
Zhang Dali saw his thumb pull the safety and his index finger slowly began to pull the trigger.
"I'll tell you, I'll tell you."
Siming retracted the gun and waited for him to speak.
The manager kicked him again: "Hurry up and tell me."
"Someone gave me ten dollars and asked me to destroy the medicine garden of Doctor Huai. It's not just me, there are two other people I don't know." Zhang Dali said hurriedly.
The manager was startled when he heard this and turned to look at Zhang Dali: "Who is that person?"
"I, I don't know him and have never seen him." Zhang Dali said quickly.
"Yes, yes, he has a big black mole on his left cheek near his ear. I, that's all I know." After he said that, he reached out and pulled the manager's trouser leg, hoping that he could save him.
The steward kicked him away and said, "General, what's this?"
Siming lowered his head and looked at Zhang Dali: "I want to take him away. I have to give an explanation to Doctor Huai. I saved my son, and I can't let others bully him."
"I understand." The manager said nothing more.
Siming winked at the soldiers behind him and asked them to take the person away.
Zhang Dali struggled to pull the steward: "Steward Wu, I was wrong. Please save me. I will give you ten dollars."
"I'm short of your ten dollars. You're really tired of living and dare to offend anyone." Manager Wu didn't even look at him.
He turned to the workers on the dock and said, "What money can be made and what money cannot be made? Think carefully about it. Otherwise, not only will the governor not spare you, but you will die even more miserably when Jiu Ye returns."
"Yes." The workers on the dock quickly responded.
Siming threw the man into the prison and said without further ado: "The physical characteristics of the other two people."
Zhang Dali stammered and didn't know what to say.
"If you can't remember, the torture instruments here should be able to help you remember." Siming glanced at the soldier next to him.
Two soldiers lifted him up, one on each side, and tied him to the execution rack.
"General, General, they all have their faces covered. You, let me think about it." Zhang Dali was completely anxious.
Siming sat on the chair with his legs crossed and his hands slapping on his legs, as if he was calculating time.
Cold sweat was already dripping down Zhang Dali's forehead. He wanted to wipe it with his hands, but his hands and feet were tied and he couldn't move at all.
"I, I remember now. One of them was not as tall as me. He was thin and small, and his height was probably only up to my ears."
"He didn't say anything, but his eyes were fierce and fierce, and he looked like he was not a good person."
"The other one was about my height, with a missing corner of his right eyebrow. He was stocky and had a muffled voice."
"The one who hit Doctor Huai was a thin man. I didn't do anything to him, really." Zhang Dali was afraid that Siming would not believe him, so he quickly added.
Siming looked at the soldier beside him and asked, "Have you written everything down?"
"General, I've written it all down," said the soldier.
"Go check it out for me. I want to see who's so brave. Also, find him a doctor. Don't let him die for now. When you catch the person, bring him in for identification."
"Yes." The soldier untied Zhang Dali and threw him back into the cell.
"General, I know I've already said it, please forgive me this time!" Zhang Dali shouted while grabbing the railing.
Siming turned a deaf ear and walked out of the cell, adjusting his cloak. "Have all the brothers had enough to eat recently?"
"We can eat our fill now, and the Second Master even had winter clothes delivered to us, so no one is suffering." The soldiers all had smiles on their faces.
"I'll go back first. Please let me know if there's any news." After saying that, Si Ming got in the old car and returned to the governor's office.
As soon as Juanjuan got home, she ran to the study and began to practice her strokes seriously. Although the results were not satisfactory, her seriousness made Mrs. Si very pleased.
Seeing how serious she was, Si Jinchen started practicing with her.
Songsong was running around in the yard with a group of half-grown chicks, and they were covered in snow, so Mrs. Si had to wipe it clean.
"It's going to rain tomorrow?" Juanjuan looked up at the clear sky outside.
Si Jinchen looked up at the sky outside: "It's such a nice day, why is it raining?"
"I don't know!" Juanjuan smiled innocently.
Madam Si came in and heard the conversation between the two. She looked up at the sky and said, "Juanjuan, is it going to rain heavily or lightly?"
"Xiaoyu." Juanjuan jumped down from the stool and leaned against the window to look out.
"You still have to attend Amin's birthday tomorrow. If it rains, you may have to play inside." Old Madam Si planned to ask Bailing to prepare two more sets of clothes to bring with her tomorrow.
She remembered that she didn't prepare rain boots and raincoats for Juanjuan and the two children, so she turned around and asked the housekeeper to buy two sets.
After the housekeeper bought the clothes, Madam Si pulled the two children to her side and asked them to try them on.
"This dress doesn't look good at all!" Juanjuan couldn't help but frown as she looked at the dark grass green clothes on her body.
He looked down at the rain boots of the same color on his feet, wondering what he was thinking.
"This is not for looking good. It's for wearing when it rains so that you won't get wet." Mrs. Si saw that the size was right and asked them to take it off.
The housekeeper had something to say to her, so he put the raincoat and rain boots aside, planning to pack them up later.
Juanjuan looked at the raincoat beside him, and something popped into his head, so he ran back to the study.
Here are all kinds of learning materials I bought.
She climbed onto the stool and reached out to take down the various pigments on the shelf, including cinnabar, malachite green, chalk, etc.
Pour all these things into the palette and prepare to paint beautiful patterns on your raincoat.
"Juanjuan, what are you doing?" Si Jinchen didn't see her when he went to the bathroom. He searched for a long time before finding her in the study.
Juanjuan was startled and spilled the glue on hand into the palette.
She frowned and looked at the paint in the palette with a confused look on her face. Can this still be used?
Si Jinchen walked over to her and looked over, only to see that her hands and clothes were stained with a lot of paint.
The palette in his hand was also full of paint: "Juanjuan wants to paint?"
Juanjuan nodded, then looked at the paint soaked in glue: "Brother, can we still paint?"
Si Jinchen was also a little uncertain when he saw this: "I don't know, but we can give it a try."
"I'll go find some paper." He said and prepared to find some paper.
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