The shapes of the three corpses in the cellar appeared in Wen Chongzheng's mind again. "The corpse under the cellar ladder is Zhu Dafu's?"

Shu Tongfeng nodded.

"According to the results of the coroner's examination, it was indeed the corpse of an adult man. If we calculate this, the person should be Zhu Dafu."

"Zhu Dafu faced death after being poisoned and was unwilling to accept it, so he wanted to go up and prepare the antidote himself?"

Zhu Dafu still has many herbs at home, and it is not impossible for him to go up and prepare the antidote.

This is how people are. In the face of death, there are suddenly many people who are afraid.

Shu Tongfeng nodded, "Actually, I guessed that too, but all this has to be done."

Several people fell silent.

"Now that a person has been dead for so long, all the evidence is so thin. If it cannot be proved that he killed him, then the case can only be decided as suicide."

Song Nuan came over with a bowl of dough.

The chicken soup is cooked with vegetables on it.

She also installed a small plate of sour bamboo shoots.

"Sir Shu, eat a little bit. It's easier to eat this evening, and lighter, it's good for the health."

Shu Tongfeng took the bowl, leaned closer and took a strong breath, "It smells so good!" He looked at the other people, "Then I'm not polite, just watch me eat."

Several people smiled and shook their heads.

Wen Chongzheng made a gesture, "Sir Shu, please give me a try!"

That night, Shu Tongfeng did not sleep, and after eating, he chatted with Wen Chongzheng and the others for a while.

"Nannuan, you go back to the house to sleep first. Lord Shu and I will go there later."

Song Nuan nodded.

"Okay, you guys go and do it, I'll go back to the house to sleep."

Several people nodded.

"We'll leave now, and you can tie the gate of the courtyard by the way."

"OK."

Song Nuan sent them out of the hospital door, tied them up, and then went back to the house to sleep.

She didn't care about when they would come back? How could they come in? Anyway, Gu Zhongqing was very skilled in martial arts, so it was a trivial matter to come in.

With the lightness skills, he came in.

Song Nuan returned to the house and was not sleeping soundly enough. She kept thinking about what happened there. As soon as dawn, she got up to wash.

Wen Chongzheng and the others were already sitting in the yard.

Song Nuan walked over in surprise, "When did you come back?"

"Just come back."

Before Wen Chongzheng finished speaking, Shu Tongfeng quickly interrupted, "No, we have been back for a long time. He is afraid that he will wake you up, so he pulled us to sit here and chat with her."

"If Lord Shu doesn't want to chat here, you can leave." Wen Chongzheng smiled and retorted.

I was tired all night and very sleepy.

Just kidding, it can be much easier.

They really just came back.

Shu Tongfeng was not angry, "I want to go back, but I have to wait until dawn and explain to the villagers before going back."

When Song Nuan heard this, she asked, "Has it turned out?"

Shu Tongfeng immediately put away his smile and said with a serious expression: "Here comes out. They committed suicide by taking poison, but it is not ruled out that they want to try the antidote after taking poison. The shoe printing drawings have also been retrieved, and we have checked them. The footprints behind your window were indeed from Zhu Dafu and his wife."

After hearing this, Song Nuan sighed in her heart.

"Where is the jade hairpin?"

"Yang Yuan said, I don't know this jade hairpin."

Song Nuan nodded.

"It doesn't matter whether you know or not." Shu Tongfeng added: "I received the news a few days ago, but I just felt that I could not tell you about this, so I didn't say it."

"But what happened to Song Qiao?" Song Nuan guessed immediately.

Shu Tongfeng nodded.

"It disappeared halfway through exile. She had just miscarried, she was weak and sad. You should have guessed that there would be no good days on the way to exile."

Song Nuan listened and felt mixed emotions.

When a person lives for a lifetime, he should not do so many bad things. Retribution sometimes comes very quickly.

"You guys talk, I'll help make breakfast."

Had breakfast.

Shu Tongfeng and others went to the village banyan tree.

Zhang Ziqiang had already summoned the whole village to the place, and the official officer also carried three corpses there. The white cloth covered the white bones, and the three corpses were lined up there, making people look gloomy and desolate.

Shu Tongfeng told the whole village about the results of the investigation by the yamen. In front of everyone, he took the money for Zhang Ziqiang and asked him to help the family of three to be buried.

The villagers heard Shu Tongfeng say that the family of three died by taking poison by themselves, which also eliminated a lot of random thoughts.

This result is quite stable.

At least it's not a murder.

The government paid money, and Zhang Ziqiang led the villagers to bury Zhu Dafu's family of three in the ancestral tomb mountain.

This matter has been revealed.

Mr. Yang did not send anyone to ask Song Nuan to treat him, but only came to get the pills once.

The villagers lived their days as usual. After the autumn harvest, Wen Chongzheng found someone to expand the house.

The new house is built next to the current house. After the new house is completed, the courtyard wall separated in the middle is pushed down.

The people who built the new house were Mo Zong and the others.

Everyone is familiar with each other, and things will go smoothly. Wen Chongzheng not only wants to build a new house, but also has to build a workshop for incense.

The flowers bloom next spring, and his incense making workshop can also be operated.

In addition to the flower fields in this place, there are other places.

The entrance of the village, the Song family.

Lu Rong brought the food in for Lu's meal, "Hurry up and eat, I still have to wash the rice." With a clang, the bowl slid from Lu Gu's hand and fell to the ground.

"Ah..." Lu Rong screamed, "Mom, how can you do this? Every day I bring food in for you, you get angry at me. I know you can't bear to leave my third sister, but... the government has sent news, and the third sister can't stand it halfway and she is gone. You just can't accept this reality, that's the fact."

"..." Lu's yelled, his eyes widened, and his fingers trembled at Lu Rong. It seemed as if he was about to eat Lu Rong.

Half a year ago, something happened to Song Qiao and Lu's foot was injured. The eldest son of Song and his son were in prison for a month. Song Wenli refused to return to the academy and even sold the shop that the Yang family gave to the Song family.

At that beginning, Lu Rong seemed to have become a different person.

She first pleased Lu and wanted to pick up some silver from Lu's hands.

Lu's son was not given to her, so Lu Rong beat and scolded her every day.

The trick just now was staged every day.

A few days ago, the government heard the news of Song Qiao's death. Lu couldn't stand the blow and fell to the ground. When he woke up, he could not speak and his body could no longer move.

They had no shame to invite Song Nuan to come for treatment, so they found the doctor in the town.

The doctor said that he had a stroke.

To cure, you have to spend a lot of money, but it may not be cured.

Boss Song had no money in his hand, so he had to give up and let Lu stay bedridden. He gave Lu Rong care during the day, and at night, he wiped Lu and turned over.

As a result, Lu Rong became even more aggressive and never ruthless in abuse of Lu.

I didn't even think about how much this person who was both an aunt and a parent-in-law once loved her. Anyway, there was nothing else in the family except this big house.

Lu Rong hoped that the Lü family would die sooner, and he would become the master of the family as soon as possible, and occupied the new house.

The footsteps outside were getting closer and closer.

Lu Rong pinched the back of his hand vigorously, and tears in her eyes rolled around. When the eldest son Song and his son rushed over, she immediately burst into tears.

"Dad, Wencheng, I...mother was angry again. She didn't feed her and pinched me. I...I didn't hold the bowl for a while."

She squatted down and picked up fragments with her bare hands.

"Arong, don't pick it up with your hands, I'll get the broom." Song Wencheng hurried out to get the broom, swept out the broken bowls and food on the ground.

Boss Song looked at the Lü on the bed, not knowing whether to be angry or to cherish her.
To be continued...