Qiu Wuhen asked the cow water tank: "How did you sleep last night?"

Niu Shuitan said: "It's very good, Master. By the way, I also had a dream. A monk taught me martial arts acupuncture and said that if someone is injured, just put a little bit around his wound, and it will stop bleeding and relieve pain."

"Really? Have you tried it?"

"I tried immediately. There was a dog on the roadside with an injured leg. I went up and touched its wound twice."

"Does it work?"

"It worked! Not only did it stand up, it also bared its teeth and chased me for several streets."

"..."

The Su family only has activities in the garden.

In fact, the back garden is enough for their activities, and the whole family can go out and play in the garden. The food is also prepared. Grandma Su smiled and asked everyone how they slept last night, and everyone said it was good.

Grandma Su sighed and said, "I didn't sleep well. I didn't close my eyes all night. I was worried that you wouldn't be able to sleep. When I got up, I was afraid that I would wake you up while you were asleep. On the contrary, my wife slept very well."

"

Mother Su laughed twice and said: "Actually, I didn't sleep well either. I was just worried that the old lady would think I didn't sleep well and would be worried, so I pretended to be asleep. I was also worried most of the night, but it seems that our worries were in vain.

Now, isn’t everything fine?”

Everyone also laughed. After spending the night peacefully, everyone felt much more at ease.

After a hurried breakfast, the Su family will start busy, tidying up the garden, washing away blood stains, etc.

Qiu Wuhen arranged the words to be written in the cow water tank and the medical books to be memorized every day, and told him that he would have to check randomly when he came back in the evening. If he couldn't do it, he would ask him to ask the old lady and give the old lady an errand to supervise his study.

The old lady was happy to have something to do and happily agreed.

Qiu Wuhen went out from the back garden and walked to the Yamen.

When he arrived at the Yamen, it was almost time to arrive at the Yamen. It was his first day at work today, and the chief clerk and other scribes all greeted him.

He began to read the files and review the case. After reading the files, if he found that additional investigation was needed, he proposed an investigation outline and carried out the investigation. If there was nothing that needed to be supplemented, he wrote a verdict, then submitted it to the Secretary for review, and then went through the procedures to send the case to the court.

Xing Mingshiye, and finally sent it to the county magistrate for signature.

Qiu Wuhen was tired from looking at the file, but gritted his teeth and persisted.

This is life. In the past, when he had to appear on site every day, he thought that kind of tiredness was really tired. Now sitting in the office and reading files, he feels that this kind of tiredness is even more tiring. The tiredness before was tired of the body, and this tiredness is tired of the heart. Because he

He really wasn't used to this kind of paperwork life, he would rather investigate cases or treat people.

Therefore, he somewhat regretted agreeing to this errand in the Yamen. He originally thought that it should be a relaxing and exciting job as a clerk in the execution room. However, it was related to what he had learned. He might be able to participate in solving cases and show off his talents.

But now I realize that this is not the case, because Mingshan County is located in a small, remote mountainous county with a small population and few murders.

A few days passed in a flash.

Qiu Wuhen has slowly begun to get used to busy and leisurely days. In the yamen, as long as you go to and from the yamen on time, basically no one cares about you and no one rushes you.

Qiu Wuhen was serious at first, but he found that not all the other scribes in the punishment room were working honestly.

Some of them went out to visit for a long time and did not come back, and some were reading picture books and chatting in the room or even dozing off. The housekeeper didn't say anything when he saw it, as if he was used to everyone's laziness.

One good thing about the yamen is that everyone has a stove under their desk, so it won't be too cold. This is Qiu Wuhen's most satisfying benefit.

In two days it will be the Laba Festival, and the Chinese New Year will begin.

The people in the yamen have begun to get busy, not with official duties, but with preparations for the New Year.

In the past few days, Qiu Wuhen went to Jinzhitang to see a doctor twice in the afternoon and evening.

Those diseases are all difficult and complicated in Jin Zhitang's view, but they are easy to deal with in Qiu Wuhen's view because he has the medicinal gourd.

Every time he diagnoses a disease, he only needs to check the pulse, look at the tongue, and then ask about the other person's condition. Ni Hulu will immediately come up with a prescription for syndrome differentiation and treatment. He only needs to follow the medicine and Qian Jinzhi volunteers to help him copy the prescription, so

Qiu Wuhen didn't even need to write the pen himself, so he didn't have to worry about making a fool of himself and let Qian Jinzhi be responsible for writing the prescriptions.

That evening, when the office was dismissed, it was snowing, and Qiu Wuhen went home holding an oil-paper umbrella.

It was dark, and he was walking. Suddenly, he found someone following him behind him. If he was fast, he would be fast, and if he was slow, he would be slow.

Qiu Wuhen glanced out of the corner of his eyes and recognized the other person. He rolled his eyes and turned into the street and alley.

The man from behind followed closely, and as soon as he turned a corner, he tripped and fell, chewing mud, with snowflakes on his face.

Of course the one who tripped him was Qiu Wuhen, and the person on the ground was the sloppy monk from Yeji Temple.

Qiu Wuhen stepped on his back and said coldly: "You can't run away this time, can you?"

"I have no intention of running away," the sloppy monk said, his voice calm.

"Hey, have you spoken?"

Qiu Wuhen knew that the opponent was actually very powerful. Even Qian Jinzhi, a highly skilled martial artist, couldn't do anything to him. He didn't have the power to restrain a chicken. Although he could use the medicine gourd on his body, that was only when his life was in danger.

It will only be needed when the time comes, and since there is no life-threatening danger at all now, the protection of the traditional Chinese medicine gourd in the mind cannot be activated, and the opponent cannot be kept by force.

He just stretched out his leg to trip the other party and then stepped on the other party's back. He had a medicinal gourd to protect him. He was confident. After hearing what the other party said, he knew that the other party had no intention of resisting, so he let go of his foot and let him stand up. Then he asked:

"I know you're not mute, why are you following me?"

"Aren't you looking for me, sir?"

"Yes, you are surrendering yourself."

"Nothing to talk about, I just want to clear up your doubts."

"Very good."

Qiu Wuhen suddenly raised his hand and slapped him bitterly.

Snap!

The voice was clear and crisp, but the sloppy monk's head didn't move at all, as if he wasn't being slapped in the face. Qiu Wuhen slapped him again with his backhand.

Snap!

This slap was equally crisp. The sloppy monk still didn't move, looking at him expressionlessly.

"Do you know why I hit you?"

"I know, because I defiled Miss Lin Chunhua."

"It's good to know. Although you want them to be together, is there no other way besides this?"

"have."

"Then why do you have to use such a dirty method?"

"Because Miss Chunhua likes it."

"What? She likes it?"

The sloppy monk nodded.

Now Qiu Wuhen was dumbfounded. It's hard to buy a lot of money. He didn't expect it to be like this. It seemed that Lin Chunhua had some inside information that she didn't tell him.

The sloppy monk said calmly: "If you spend your time hitting me and asking these useless questions, you are wasting your time. I only have one cup of tea, and now I have half a cup of tea."

Qiu Wuhen was a little discouraged. This guy was a bastard who couldn't be cut with a knife and couldn't be penetrated by a needle. A dead pig wasn't afraid of boiling water. He had such high martial arts skills, but he didn't resist because he didn't hurt him at all. If he wanted to leave, he wouldn't do any harm at all.

If you can't stop it, let's get down to business quickly.

So Qiu Wuhen asked again what he was wondering about: "Did you do that stick in Xia Houtian's stomach?"

"No." The sloppy monk shook his head and said, "Xiahoutian often came to Yeji Temple when he was sleepwalking. He didn't know anything when he was sleepwalking. Moreover, he was drunk that day and inserted a stick into his private parts in the main hall.

, and then walked back. I thought he was dead, but I didn’t expect you to be able to treat such an injury. Your ability is amazing."

"Do you think I will believe it?"

"It's true. I can only kill people, never torture them, let alone such disgusting things. Okay, time is up, I'm leaving."

With that said, he turned around and left.

"Wait!" Qiu Wuhen reached out to grab him, but his grasp was in vain. He flashed to the other side of the street a few feet away. With another flash, he disappeared into an alley opposite.
Chapter completed!