chapter 9 - The Stormy Aunt
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“I, I ....”
The little ninja's face instantly reddened, and after her family looked at her, she was even more embarrassed, her pretty almond eyes covered with a layer of water mist, crystallizing and shining in the candlelight.
Although I prefer sister, but this kind of punch can cry for a long time little sister bullying up quite cool well.... ...Qian X thought to himself.
Xu Ling Yue puffed out her cheeks and raised her head like a broken can, locking eyes with Qian X: “I just want to know how big brother surveyed the case from the dossier.”
Xu New Year, who pretended he didn't exist, couldn't pretend any longer and silently raised his head.
He prided himself on being smart and had read the dossier, studying it over and over again but without a clue. And that day when Qian X asked him for the dossier, he immediately solved the case.
The aunt didn't make a statement, but the chopsticks holding the food stopped, no longer chewing the food.
“There is no perfect crime in the world, except for coincidence, in any man-made case, clues can be found.” Qian X said.
Xu New Year couldn't help but straighten his back and listened attentively.
“First of all, I detected the problem with the tax silver through the distance it traveled to escort the tax silver; the weight of the silver ....”
Qian X spoke his reasoning process over.
The more Xu New Year listened, the more his eyes lit up, just like getting a solution from a gentleman at a private school.
His hand on the bottom of the table clenched into a fist.
When Qian X finished, Erlang Xu had a calm expression that was nothing more than that, “Not bad.”
The Xu family's Erlang had always been tongue-tied, and the family had long gotten used to it.
The sixteen year old pretty sister lowered her head, hiding the flash of adoration in her eyes.
Xu Pingzhi gave an exhilarating slap on the table and cursed an expletive in slang, “So that's how it is, I can't believe I didn't realize it.”
Xu New Year glanced at his oldest son and said, “It's only strange that you could have discovered it.
Qian X glanced at the second uncle and remembered the saying, “Naihe Laozi is not cultured, and a sentence of crouching in the world.
The second uncle is a martial artist, the level of culture is limited to writing his own name, and it is written in a crooked, chicken claw-like manner.
“You roughneck, you can't even weigh?” The aunt dissed her husband.
Qian X asked, “When they counted the silver, did they wear hand guards.”
Uncle Xu Er recalled for a moment. Surprised, he said, “It seems to be there, how do you know.”
Still really sodium metal?Qian X looked at him slyly, “How come it wasn't said in the confession?”
“Irrelevant and trivial, what is there to say.” Speaking of this, Uncle Xu cursed, “It's all because the surname Lu handed me a pot of cinnamon honey at that time, and you also know that the amount of wine of the second uncle me is unfathomable, so I was greedy and drank a little bit, and didn't care too much about the rest. You do not say I forgot.”
The most afraid is your kind of pig teammate .... If there is this item on the dossier, I can analyze the truth of the case faster, why bother dying so many brain cells... ...Qian X sighed.
In Uncle Er's opinion, it might be the same as what someone else wore or what hairstyle they wore.
He didn't even realize that this was a suspicion worth noting.
“In that case, it seems that the one surnamed Lu that Father spoke of is in all probability the one who framed Father.” Xu New Year hit the nail on the head.
“It's all my fault for being confused and almost harming the whole family.” Xu Pingzhi was suddenly a bit sad: “Ning Banquet ah, back then, your father and I fought against each other's backs in the ‘Battle of Mountain and Sea’, and said that we would survive and soar together.”
“I survived, but your father died in battle, and at that time, I thought that to live better, I had to live differently.”
No more being cannon fodder.
“That's why I let Nian'er go to school and chose to let you practice martial arts. Actually, it's still with selfishness in mind.”
The aunt said with blank eyes, “Yes, the heart is with my own nephew.”
More than a hundred taels of silver a year.
“From what Auntie means, Er Lang is not his own?” Qian X swore that this was in no way what he wanted to say, it was instinct that overtook his brain.
The original owner didn't have a small grudge against his aunt.
“You little bad seed, what are your intentions in saying such things.” The aunt slapped the table in anger.
Xu Erlang and Xu Lingyue lowered their heads to pick up their rice, seemingly used to it.
Uncle Xu Erlang's scalp tingled, “Enough, it's not easy for me to regain my life, I still have to listen to you guys fight, it's better to die.”
The crowd lowered their heads to eat.
Speaking of that battle of the mountains and the sea, Qian X was a bit impressed.
The world was vast and boundless, and the Da Feng Dynasty was dominating the Central Plains, claiming to be the world's orthodoxy.
Da Feng established the country with martial arts and ruled with Confucianism, and when it was at its peak, ten thousand countries came to court. So far, the kingdom has lasted for 600 years.
Twenty years ago, the Dafeng joined hands with the western countries to fight with the grass barbarians in the north and the southern barbarians in the southwest at the Shanhai Pass.
Each side invested millions of soldiers in the battle.
From the beginning to the end of the war, it only took half a year, and in half a year, millions of people were annihilated.
It was one of the most tragic wars in history, known as the Battle of Shanhai.
Qian X's father died in that war.
“ ..... With my keyboard warrior's knowledge, and the laws summarized by the literature of the ground, no dynasty can escape the law of three hundred years.”
The so-called Three Hundred Years Law was named by Qian X himself.
As a pseudo-history enthusiast, he summarized a set of laws from the 5,000 years of history in his previous life, leaving aside the Zhou Dynasty, where the feudal kings ruled separately and were obscurantist and backward, there was not a single dynasty whose national fortunes had lasted more than three hundred years.
The two Song and two Han dynasties were also reorganized.
Thinking about it, the Dafeng Dynasty Yishi along the six hundred years, should be related to the power system of this world.
Little Dou Ding was led back by Green E. When she was hungry, she stopped crying, she was too small to reach the dining table and sat between Green E's legs, fed by her.
“Mother, why do we have to live in a black house, we don't get enough to eat every day.” Little Dou Ding remembered her own encounter the other day.
She called the dungeon a black house.
No one at the table said anything, and Auntie revealed a look of pity.
Uncle Xu Er sighed, “It was Father who did the wrong thing.”
Little Dou Ding gave an 'oh' and added, “I woke up hungry yesterday and caught a bug with this on my head.” She put two short fingers up on her head.
It was a cockroach, along with rats, the two major groundlings of the cell.
The faces at the table changed, both in shame and pity; it was a failure on their part to subject a young child to such suffering.
“You, you ate .... it.” Li Ru's lips trembled and her eyes reddened, she only gave birth to this infant daughter in her early thirties, although she was a bit stupid, but she loved her dearly.
The little bean ding Xu Lingyin crisply said, “I later heard my mother's stomach ‘cooing’.”
The atmosphere was silent for a moment, and everyone's hearts sank.
Auntie's pretty face turned white, and she said in a trembling voice, “Then?”
“Then I stuffed it into my mother's mouth, and she ate it very quickly.” Little DouDing had an expression that invited credit.
Auntie's body shook.
Xu New Year slowly put down his chopsticks, “I'm full.”
Xu Ling Yue: “Me too.”
Qian X: “I'm full, Ku Ku Ku ....”
Uncle Xu Er: “....”
Auntie stayed for a few seconds and lunged towards the bottom of the table, “Vomit ....”
“Ow ow ow ....” Shortly afterward, the childish pig-killing cries echoed in the night sky.
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