The fragrance of August osmanthus flowers.

Hanzhu turned around lazily, and before she opened her eyes, she smelled the familiar fragrance first.

She couldn't help laughing.

All year round, what she likes most is the golden autumn season, which is neither lukewarm nor hot. She planted two osmanthus trees in the yard, and there was no need to incense in the house.

Lying comfortably on the bed, listening to the maid Chun Liu in the outside, Hanzhu got up, then she stood up, hung the green gauze tent on the crescent hook, and put her little feet into the pink satin embroidered shoes. She sat in front of the dressing mirror first, tilted her head and spread her hair.

Chunliu washed up and walked to the door of the inner room, raised the curtain and looked in. When she saw the girl getting up, she walked in with a smile, "Miss is awake so early, why didn't you call me? Girl rest, I'll do it." She wanted to take the comb in her hand.

Hanzhu tilted her head and said to her, "No need, go and clean up the bedside table, I'll do it myself."

The voice of a woman in Jiangnan was soft, but her voice was softer than that of an ordinary girl. She was lighter and thinner. No matter how irritable the person with a temper was not easy to act in front of her, for fear that her loud voice would alarm the beauty.

Chun Liu yelled, skillfully folded the quilt, packed the bed tent, and then went to the water room to bring the water. When he came out, he met Qiulan beside the second girl. The two of them smiled and said hello, and then they were busy with each other.

"Miss Two has also gotten up." Chun Liu said as she was serving Hanzhu to wash her face, and handed over the wet wipes.

"It must be that I smelled the fragrance of osmanthus." Hanzhu smiled and took the towel, wiped it carefully on her face and neck, washed it, then returned to the dressing mirror, opened the balm box, dug a finger of the white balm on her face, the forehead, nose, and chin, closed her eyes, and applied it evenly.

Chun Liu helped her comb her hair, and her eyes couldn't help but look into the mirror. Her girl's eyebrows were as thin as bamboo leaves, her eyes were as autumn water, her skin was as creamy as red lips, she was truly beautiful, and she was already beautiful without any need for makeup. It would be fine if her face was beautiful, but the girl's body was born with fragrance, faint, and she could only smell it when she was close together. Unfortunately, she was covered by the fragrance of osmanthus floating in from outside. What Chun Liu said was that the girl's daughter smelled much better than the fragrance of flowers.

No wonder the lady named her wife Hanzhu back then. Others' favorite girls said they were the pearl in their parents' eyes. The big girl from the Jiang family had to keep it in her mouth.

"Okay, girl, are you satisfied?" Chunliu took a few steps back and looked at the beauty in the mirror with satisfaction.

Hanzhu looked at it, nodded, and stood up and went out. Mr. Chunliu regarded dressing up for her as a big deal, but Hanzhu was not keen on dressing up. As soon as she didn't go out of the door, she usually saw that she was a maid next to her father and sister, and it was enough to have a decent makeup, without much effort.

In the west room, the second girl Ningzhu happened to go out.

The eight-year-old girl smiled and called her sister, with bright eyes and white teeth. She will definitely be a beauty when she grows up.

Hanzhu is only one sister, and her mother died early. She took care of her elder sister by herself, and her sisterhood is deeper than that of ordinary sisters.

"I'll ask someone to lay a mat under the osmanthus tree later. In a few days, my sister will make osmanthus cake for you to eat." Hanzhu said as she held her sister's hand.

Ningzhu looked at the osmanthus with longing, "I'll learn from my sister, and I'll try it for my father."

As soon as he finished speaking, a familiar cough came from the corridor. The two sisters looked over and saw their father Jiang Jizhou walking over in a light gray robe. The man in his early thirties had already hunched his back due to his years of coughing, and his face was pale, which reduced his original handsomeness.

Hanzhu felt sad and remembered when she was nine years old.

The cold in the county was prevalent, and my father had a cough. After getting infected with the cold, he became more insulted and he couldn't get up. He was afraid that he would go, so his father urgently made a marriage for her. Hanzhu didn't care about any marriage, but only hoped that his father would live a hundred years old and stayed by his father day and night. Fortunately, God blessed him and did not take their father away again.

But this year, my father's illness seems to be getting worse again.

"Dad, are you still going to school today?" Hanzhu came up worriedly, "Why don't you let Uncle Zhang take a leave and ask Doctor Song to come and show you. The prescription last time was not very effective, so let's ask him to change the prescription."

Jiang Jizhou waved his hand and pulled out a smile to comfort his daughter: "It's okay, when did Daddy Jiqiu not do this? It's good after this. I just heard from you sisters that you want to make osmanthus cake? OK, the osmanthus cake made by Hanzhu is the most delicious. When it's done, it's delivered to the Gu family for them to try it too."

He knew his health very well and would last for two or three years at most. In this way, his daughter must establish a good relationship with the Gu family, so he would be at ease in the future.

Hanzhu understood her father's painstaking efforts and endured the sadness.

The family of three went for breakfast.

After the meal, Jiang Jizhou reminded his daughter: "I will ask Uncle Zhang to buy the dark paper later. You can cut it back."

Hanzhu said softly, "Oh".

The next day is the mother's death day, and there are many things to prepare in the past two days.

The two sisters sent their father out together, and then turned back when they arrived at the second door.

Ningzhu held her sister's hand and asked in a low voice: "Why do Daddy always sends her to the Gu family when she makes fresh food?"

She went to Gu's family as a passerby. Her future brother-in-law Gu Heng was very nice to her. Gu Heng's mother was also very gentle. Old Mrs. Gu was not easy to get along with. Her eyes always looked at her like a thief, as if she would steal things from Gu's family. The one who hated the most was Gu Lan. She was obviously the same age as her sister, but she looked at people with her nostrils. Her sister read more books than her, and she never showed off her poetry. As for Gu Lan, she liked to be praised for her good literary talent the most. She would make friends with her if she didn't praise her.

Hanzhu touched her sister's head and explained softly: "Because my father and Uncle Gu are old friends, I have to walk around more often."

Ningzhu curled her lips, "They haven't sent us anything."

Hanzhu smiled, "Why didn't you? You just sent the Mid-Autumn Festival gift the day before yesterday, did you forget?"

The two families have made a marriage, and no matter how old Mrs. Gu is not satisfied with her, she will never forget the gift she deserves to leave.

Unwilling to worry about these things, Hanzhu took her to the mat to pick up the osmanthus.

Before lunch, Uncle Zhang sent someone to deliver the paper for visiting the grave. Hanzhu called his sister. The two sisters sat under the window and cut paper money together, making every year, and they were all skilled. The paper money was quickly cut. After taking a nap in the afternoon, Hanzhu took her sister to the study and taught her to study. Her father was a juren and had a lot of books at home. After Hanzhu learned to read, she passed the time in the study when she had nothing to do.

The red sun gradually deviates from the west.

After the county school was over, Jiang Jizhou stayed in the school to help a few students explain the meaning, and it took two quarters of an hour to go out.

The mule cart approached the county government office, and a noise suddenly came from the front.

Jiang Jizhou lifted the curtains and looked out, and saw that there were crowds of people in front of the county government.

"Park the car on the side of the road and see what happened." Jiang Jizhou ordered the eldest son to follow Zhang Fu. Wutong County is a small county town, and the people live and work in peace and contentment, and there are few big cases. Now the county magistrate Shen is a newcomer. Jiang Jizhou doesn't know about it for less than half a year after taking office.

Zhang Fu is the son of the housekeeper Uncle Zhang. He is eighteen years old this year. He is curious. He jumped down neatly when he got the order and squeezed into the yamen like a loach. He asked while squeezing, "What's going on? What's wrong?"

Someone gloated and said, "Toufu Zhang's wife was having sex with Liu San, and was caught by Toufu Zhang. The magistrate was wise and sentenced to Liu San to remove the root. Toufu Zhang's wife was punished by a stick. Look at her thin skin and tender flesh. What a pity she had to beat..."

The following words are a little unpleasant.

Zhang Fu had no wife yet, and he was even happier when he heard this. It was rare for a woman to see that the men in front were unwilling to give him a place. They couldn't resist Zhang Fu's tall man and was hit hard with his elbow. He forced him into it. He saw the magistrate sitting upright in the lobby of the yamen. A woman in front was lying on a bench with her hair disheveled in her hair, and her clothes were gone. The two yamen runners beside him were ruthlessly pounding the board.

Zhang Fu stared at the place where his wife was not beaten, tightened his throat and asked the person next to him: "Where is Liu San?"

Because he was close to the magistrate, the person next to him lowered his voice and said, "You are stupid. Liu San is going to get rid of the roots. Can he torture him in front of us? Are you afraid of pain?"

Zhang Fu thought about the scene and couldn't help but shivered. He didn't even have the thought of watching the woman. He covered his pocket and squeezed out again.

When he got to the mule cart, he whispered to the carriage for a while.

Jiang Jizhou coughed.

Liu San is a notorious gangster in the county town. He likes to sneak around the most. Because his family has a little wealth, he used to make some filial piety to the government, and the case was left unresolved. Judging from the new magistrate's behavior, he should be a good official. However, Liu San's fate was completely blamed.

"Let's go in a different way."

"Okay!" Zhang Fu skillfully turned the direction, and finally glanced at the yamen. Thinking of the body of his wife Zhang, the beauty of the eldest girl Hanzhu appeared in his mind for some reason... Fortunately, his reason was still there, so he didn't dare to think too much. But after all, he was stimulated. At night, Zhang Fu had a dream, a dream he dared to secretly recall and not mention to anyone.

While Zhang Fu was immersed in his dream, the new magistrate Shen Ze was privately interrogating Liu San, "How old are you this year? How old are you starting to steal people?"

Liu San looked at the man in front of him with puzzlement.

Shen Ze looks in his thirties, with a white face and no beard. He has a pair of peach blossom eyes that women like. Although he is a little fat, he is still a handsome man, at least much better than him. What Liu San is puzzled is that this man has obviously sentenced him to sentence, why did he come to trial again in the middle of the night?

But it is always good to keep the thing below for a moment.

Liu San replied like a dear grandson: "Sir, I am twenty-four years younger. That person is very happy with the apricot blossoms next door at the age of fourteen."

Shen Ze nodded, took the paper and pen on the table, and asked him: "I have stolen many people in ten years, have you? Tell me about the appearance and residence of my age. The more you say, the clearer you are, the greater the chance of a reduction in sentence."

Liu San was stunned, stared at Shen Ze in disbelief, and then looked at the door of the empty prison cell, and suddenly understood.

It turns out that the magistrate is also good at this. First ask him for the woman's name and then look for her. As long as he tells him about it, who dares not to obey?

In other words, if he meets a fellow man, can he save his life?

It was as if he had escaped from death. Liu San was overjoyed and did not delay any longer, and he could use all the faces he had touched.

Chen Ze wrote a full page, and then he heard Liu San stop talking, then raised his head: "It's gone?"

Liu San smiled embarrassedly, "There are still a few, but they are all bad guys, so the adults will definitely look down on you."

Chen Ze smiled, glanced at the names on the paper, touched his chin and said, "In this, is Li Wife from Liangjia Village the most beautiful?"

The eyes and movements were obviously greedy.

Liu San quickly praised the wonderful things of Widow Li, and finally said: "In fact, when it comes to beauty, I'm not bragging about it, no one in Hangzhou Prefecture can compare to the Jiang family's eldest daughter. Unfortunately, the Jiang family's tutoring is very strict. The Jiang family doesn't go out easily. It was still the same year that she went to Gu's house to be a guest. I glanced at the door, tsk, that face and figure..."

When he recalled the scene at that time, his eyes were straight.

Chen Ze's interest was completely aroused, and he asked in a hoarse voice: "This Miss Jiang is so beautiful?"

Liu San nodded repeatedly, racked his brains to say all the praising he could think of. He looked at Chen Ze and suddenly said regretfully: "It's a pity that the adults have married, and the eldest daughter of the Jiang family has also made a marriage with Gu Xiucai. Otherwise, as an adult, it would be appropriate to marry the eldest daughter of the Jiang family. It's a perfect match for heaven!"

Chen Ze sneered that he had a wife, but he could still take a concubine. The eldest girl of the Jiang family was as beautiful as Liu San said, and he was bound to win.

He folded the paper and hid it in his chest. Chen Ze gave Liu San a few perfunctory words and went out. After walking away, he ordered the yamen runners, "Call them and do it to death."

That kind of criminal law is easy to kill people.

The next morning, the news that Liu San could not bear the pain of castration was spread and he died. Someone was secretly asking around the Jiang family and learning that the family of three would go to the grave tomorrow. The man left immediately and entered the county government a quarter of an hour later.hf();
Chapter completed!