Autumn is coming, and it is almost the same year. There is a small family near Xiaojia Village. When the head of the family, Mr. Han, was alive, because Han's mother gave birth to three sons and four daughters, the old lady of the Xu family gave birth to her next son, Xu Qingtang, was afraid that she would not be able to raise her, so she stayed in the Han family for three days. This was the meaning of the ancients to "sending money to a rich place."

After Mr. Han passed away, his family property was divided into seven. Han's mother and his youngest son and his wife lived together. Because their son was lazy and lazy, the family was getting worse every year.

On this day, the Korean seventh, who escaped from the famine, went out to eat a few glasses of wine. When he returned home, he raised the curtain and entered the house. He saw his mother squatting in front of the stove to burn the fire, his wife sat under the small window to sew clothes, and his son lay on the kang and fiddled with grassroots to play.

Seeing him come in, the son shouted, "Dad, I'm hungry."

Han Laoqi complained: "I can't live this life anymore. My family is poor and I can't even have enough food to eat. What's the point of living?"

When Mrs. Han heard this, she knocked on the fire stick and said angrily: "You are drinking outside all day long, and you have poured a lot of blood from your mother, regardless of the hunger and cold of the whole family. You are still a man. You can't even afford to raise your wife and children. If you are not satisfied, we are not satisfied."

Han Laoqi said anxiously: "Rely on God to make a living, what can I do? Who knows that the good fields are soaked in saline and alkali, and I don't have the ability to do anything else, so where can I get money to support my wife and children?"

Han's mother shouted: "Put some effort to do a short-term job and help you freely, and you can't get any money everywhere? Can't your wife and children starve to death? I'm old and useless, and I can't do anything young? I'm a hundred times better than you, a lazy guy."

Han Laoqi shouted: "Then why don't you use the means you used when you were young? This year, I have also prepared the harvest of the West Courtyard. Why don't you redeem the three-day land under the southern fence? I'll have no more planted land next year. I think how I live, I'll just starve to death together."

After all, Han’s mother was used to being doting her young son, and sighed: “I won’t be angry with you. My wife, get up and slaughter the rooster. Yesterday, my son and grandson wanted to eat steamed buns sent by relatives, but I was not willing to give it to him. This is not that I can’t bear to leave, but that I am planning to take it to Xu’s mansion and take this old face to see.

If you get the benefits, don’t be obsessed with it. If you don’t have it, don’t be bothered. This is all fate.”

The wife hurriedly stood up and said, "There is only one chicken at home. Although it can't lay eggs, alas! I'll go and kill it now."

Han Laoqi said excitedly: "It would be enough for the Xu family to give some gifts and clothing for a year. If we could get 30,000 yuan before the New Year, we would have to pay more than a famine, and the rest would be enough for the New Year. After the New Year, we would have to plant a share of the green family, so how could we survive?"

"It depends on luck." Han's mother was wondering. The young master of the Xu family sent him to his family for three days and gave him ten taels of silver to be loyal. Can you still remember this love now? But the family is already desperate and can only treat it as a living horse.

But Hu Desheng was locked in prison, Zheng Xi personally instructed the prison guards: "This case is extraordinary. You should pay more attention to the food sent from his home, and the conversations with each other, and monitor them closely at any time to avoid accidents. If you are negligent, you will ask about it."

After hearing this, the yamen runner agreed repeatedly and said, "Don't worry, sir, young people have been in the public office for many years and know the importance of it."

"It's good that you can know the pros and cons." Zheng Xi glanced at Hu Desheng squatting inside and turned around.

In fact, everyone hopes that Hu Desheng will commit suicide in this case. Even if he dies, he will not confess his guilt. How could Xu Hao care about the public? The facts are all sent by the court to overturn the case and review it. As for the master behind the scenes, he hopes that he will die without evidence.

Zheng Xi came here to warn him on purpose, which made Hu Desheng feel that he was afraid that he would not be able to explain to the court and the people, which made him hesitate.

He was locked in a cell alone, and his daily life was good. His family came to spend money every day to handle some money. The prison guards and others could accept it, but they gave too much, but no one dared to accept it. After all, the case was paid attention to by the Secretary of State and the Governor.

Hu Desheng felt that it was normal. He was selfless and Heshui had no fish? It would be strange if the prison guards didn't rely on the mountains to eat. After four or five days of delicious food and drink, the servant came over to say in the evening and said, "Get up, change your cell."

Hu Desheng's heart was beating in a hurry, unable to guess whether it was good or bad. He walked out slowly, limping with injuries on his body, and the officer carried him away.

I couldn't see clearly in the dark night. Hu Desheng was carried to a room in a daze. The four whites inside fell to the ground, all of which were covered with white paper, and the furniture was all very clean.

The officer let go of the person without saying a word, and Hu Desheng's heart was relieved, thinking that he was his family and he spent money to manage some money.

Even if he was treated preferentially by the Ministry of Justice, Hu Desheng would not be happy. The other party was a high-powered governor, and his life was almost impossible to be guaranteed. Moreover, when he passed the court next time, he might be treated with some torture. Although it was better to die than to live, this life was really worse than death.

Hu Desheng couldn't help asking through the window: "When will we get through the court?"

The officer smiled and said, "You should be generous first. Lord Shangshu is a little unhappy and he will not be able to go to the court within about three to five days."

When Hu Desheng heard this, he felt much more happy. The pain of flesh and blood can be avoided every day, and he slept particularly sweetly that night.

The next morning, the crew brought a pot of tea and snacks. After eating, Hu Desheng lay on the couch and pondered quietly, thinking about how to survive and plan a way out.

While he was thinking about it, the officer came over and said with a smile: "Master Hu, there is someone outside who said he wants to visit you."

Hu Desheng said casually: "Please come in."

When the people outside walked in, Hu Desheng looked up and was surprised and happy. The person who came was Monk Zhiyun.

Hu Desheng struggled to sit up and said, "Master, I really didn't expect you to come? Please sit down, let's have a good conversation."

Zhiyun looked at Hu Desheng and saw that he was haggard. He nodded and sat down slowly like himself a few days ago, put the paper bag in his hand on the wooden board.

"Master, please forgive me. I can only lie on the couch. The wound hurts so much." Hu Desheng frowned and screamed twice in order to gain sympathy.

Zhiyun said: "Mencius is compassionate, and I feel a little sad for you."

Hu Desheng said with slight silence: "If you have mercy, you may be able to save me a way out, but you will definitely not agree."

As the two were talking, the yamen runner stood aside and listened, as if they were surveillance. Zhiyun said with a smile: "Please avoid it. I have something to talk to Mr. Hu in private, can I make it?"

The officer shook his head and said, "You two are mortal enemies. It is a huge favor for me to let you in. You monk is so alive and do not know how to advance or retreat. The superiors strictly ordered that prisoners not be allowed to talk to anyone in private."

Zhiyun quickly took out the silver from his arms and handed it over, saying, "I'll take care of you, this is my monk's wish."

Hu Desheng shouted: "I don't have to collect the master's money for how much money I spend."

The officer took it and said with a smile: "Then I'll accept this first. You two have something to say. You two will guarantee that no one will come to disturb you within one stick of incense."

In an instant, the cell became accustomed to the point where it was heard. Hu Desheng was surprised and happy, and was looking forward to Zhiyun's words.

Zhiyun first broke the silence and said, "Master Hu, guess what does it mean to visit you today?"

Seeing that Hu Desheng handed him the handle of the conversation, he smiled and said, "It seems that Master, you are willing to come to see me, so you must have a good intention."

Zhiyun nodded and said, "You guessed it right. God has the virtue of being a virtuous person. I am wondering whether I should repay my grudges with kindness."

Hu Desheng was greatly inspired and said regretfully: "You are a Buddhist disciple, so you should naturally be compassionate. We don't need to explain our affairs in detail. Anyway, I did something wrong, but what can I do if I kill you now? Enemies should be resolved rather than conspiracy. If you are willing to let go, let Governor Xu stop pursuing it. In the future, no matter what conditions I can do, as long as I can do it, I will do it for you."

Zhiyun sighed and said, "Master Hu, you may have misunderstood. You shouldn't tell me these words. Although I am a virtuous monk, I can't make the decision in this case."

It was like a basin of cold water pouring on his heart. Hu Desheng's excitement immediately reduced a lot and he said slowly: "Do you have to pursue it?"

"Actually, I must investigate this case." Zhiyun looked at Hu Desheng's eyebrows and said softly: "I can't help but there is someone in the open, so I can let you go; there is someone in the secret, especially if I let you go. Even if I don't pursue it, it will be useless."

Hu Desheng was shocked and asked anxiously: "Your words are so difficult to understand. Who is that person in Ming?"

Zhiyun lowered his head and said word by word for a long time: "It's Lord Shangshu."

Hu Desheng immediately took a breath of air conditioning, seemed to have a sudden realization, and gritted his teeth and asked, "Who is that person in the secret?"

Zhiyun said seriously, "It's my master, Master Daoyan."

Hu Desheng frowned and said, "What does this mean? You are not dead. The master is a paranoid. Could it be that he wants to joke with me?"

Zhiyun said, "Every word I say is the truth."

Hu Desheng said in disbelief: "I confessed to what I did wrong. Even if I kneel before the Buddha, I am willing to do it ten days and ten nights. Buddhism is back to the shore. What a master's identity, how could he be determined to die?"

Zhiyun sighed, "How come you ask yourself, are you just framed people out of personal grudges? Don't forget that my teacher assisted the late emperor, not only did he not see a monk who had never seen human life. For the sake of the Ming Dynasty, not only did you have to die, but you also had to question some great people."

Hu Desheng's face suddenly turned ashen, and he murmured, "Everyone knows, do you know?" Then his face turned pale and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Zhiyun slowly opened the paper bag he brought, took out a hand scroll, and explained: "I'm afraid you don't believe it, so this is written by my master. You can take a look."

At this time, Hu Desheng forgot all the pain, and his arms trembled and took it over. He finally spread it out and saw a line of handwriting on it.
Chapter completed!