"Wait for the Ming Mansion, I'll come when I go."

Xue Ping glanced at Zhou Ze and turned around and went out.

Cui Wenbin looked at the back outside the door and kept shaking his head.

"Xue Shaofu has changed the direction of the wind. Today is different. It seems that he was impressed by the Mingfu's clear observation and changed his laziness."

Zhou Ze smiled. Xue Ping was used to being cheating and cheating. He could feel that he had a certain relationship with Luzhou, and he had many disagreements with Liu Yushan and Cui Wenbin.

As long as this person has not participated in the murder of Liu An, it can still be used.

After waiting for a while, Xue Ping came back and held a few pieces of paper.

"Please read in Mingfu, this is the file."

Zhou Ze looked through it and found that his handwriting was very few. The general meaning was that there was a scholar named Meng Zhongyang who was handsome and had studied hard for more than ten years. His family members died one after another due to the plague.

In the early January of the year, I was preparing to go to Beijing with a classmate from Mianshui County and study hard at Bailu Academy for several months.

In order to raise travel expenses and tuition fees, I bought the land at home and left a ancestral hall. After all, there are tablets for parents and brothers, and I ask my neighbors to help take care of them.

However, in early September, someone discovered that there was someone in the ancestral hall of Meng Zhongyang's family.

The neighbor was frightened when he found out and quickly found a bad person to look for it.

When I entered the room, I found that there was a man living in the room, looking like a beggar, tall and thin, curled up on the futon in the ancestral hall, as if he was always bowing.

The bad guy shouted, and the man raised his head, frightening the bad guy and his neighbors at that time.

Because the person's eyes were two black holes, and there seemed to be pus flowing from time to time.

The bad guy asked, and the man whined and couldn't speak at all. The neighbor was frightened. The bad guy drove the beggar out, just as the beggar fell down.

The old lady in the neighbor found that the beggar had a birthmark in the shape of a crescent on her legs, so she quickly asked someone to stop.

After the old lady went up to check, she was surprised to find that the beggar turned out to be Meng Zhongyang.

Afterwards, Meng Zhongyang was taken to the county government office and wrote some words and guessed some of the parts that could be understood.

After he left, he was killed by his classmates, cheated all his money, dug his eyes and cut his tongue, and spent seven months to beg for food and return to Hejiang, but the person who hurt him could not write clearly.

Zhou Ze put down the paper, just a few light sheets of paper, and wrote such a painful life experience for a person.

Xue Ping observed Zhou Ze's face and didn't know what Zhou Ze meant for a moment.

After waiting for a while, he urged:

"Is there a shortage of Mingfu? Why don't we talk about this case later? Let's change one?"

Zhou Ze waved his hand and thought for a while.

"I need to prepare something today. Tomorrow morning, let Wang Han drive the carriage to take Meng Zhongyang over. I will ask carefully at that time."

Xue Ping breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Zhou Ze was willing to accept it, it means that the case was chosen correctly.

"I'll make arrangements now, but Meng Zhongyang was unable to speak, blind, and although he knew how to write, he was difficult to write. How should I ask?"

Cui Wenbin smiled.

"Mingfu said that it is necessary to prepare, what else is there to worry about in Xue Shaofu?"

Xue Ping paused and then smiled. It seemed that he had not spoken so directly with Cui Wenbin for many years. He always confronted him tit-for-tat and always cared about gains and losses.

He glanced at Cui Wenbin, nodded slightly and said:

"Chief Cui is right, so let's do it now."

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The next day, Zhou Ze got up very early.

After finishing the meal, I hurried to the desk.

Seeing that Xiaobai was still holding a wooden stick thicker than chopsticks and was competing there, with a square wooden ruler beside him. There was a hollow rectangle in the middle of the ruler, which was exactly the size of a horizontal grid.

Zhou Ze hurried over and habitually rubbed Xiaobai's head.

"Is it still not possible?"

Xiaobai shook his tail and clicked, and a box of such wooden sticks appeared in front of Zhou Ze, just like doing magic.

Zhou Ze was stunned, grabbed one, and drew it on the paper.

Not to mention that this feels really good, it is not as hard as a pencil, and the core in the middle is very smooth, not inferior to the carbon pens of later generations. I don’t know how Xiaobai did it.

"This is great. Xiaobai has helped me a lot. What kind of ink is the core in it?"

Xiaobai paused and impatiently surrounded himself with his tail, making a furious blow.

"Don't just give it back to me. This thing cannot be done by magic. I have been struggling all night and I still ask questions when I have it."

Zhou Ze quickly grabbed the pen and picked up Xiaobai and put it on the bed.

"No matter how, you can have a good sleep first. I'll go ahead and see if Meng Zhongyang is here."

Xiaobai stood up and jumped directly to Zhou Ze's neck.

"Let's go, I want to hear it too. It's so miserable."

Zhou Ze did not talk nonsense, put up his pen and took only two of them and walked outside.

Today, Sanbao went to find a tailor to make an inner robe for Zhou Ze. They were all the clothes and pants drawn by Zhou Ze himself, and the dimensions were marked quite comprehensively.

So the Three Treasures were not there, and Liu Yushan even followed up with the winemaking workshop. This can be regarded as the industry of the county government, and Liu Yushan was most concerned about it.

Zhou Ze walked to the workshop alone and found that Xue Ping and the others had arrived long ago. Zhou Ze stepped in.

Everyone stood up and greeted Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze waved his hand and saw Meng Zhongyang on the chair at a glance. He was groping and standing up, constantly distinguishing the direction, trying to salute Zhou Ze.

In the hollow eye sockets, curved scars cover the bones, and the edges of the eyelid fissures are not very flat. This is not a cut by a knife, but a forced cut.

There are also scars at the corners of the lips because they have not been sutured, and the wounds have severe hyperplasia and defects.

Even Zhou Ze felt shocking when he saw it. What kind of deep hatred can make people so cruel, is it just to make money?

"Meng Zhongyang, sit down first. This is not a court. For the convenience of our communication, I have prepared a pen. The tip of the pen is hard, so you can take it and feel it.

There is also a ruler, which is a square box. You touch it and know the size of the boundary. When answering my question, write the handwriting in the gap of the ruler. This will not be difficult to control. You can try it first!"

Xue Ping was very surprised by such preparation, and Meng Zhongyang nodded vigorously.

Taking the ruler and pen and constantly feeling it there, Zhou Ze waved his hand and signaled the person next to him to give him a stack of special hard paper in front of him.

Meng Zhongyang tried and wrote a few words in the gap of the ruler. Xue Ping took a look and read it out loud.

"My name is Meng Zhongyang, a person from Hejiang. These words look very neat!"

Meng Zhongyang was very happy and nodded with a strong smile. At this moment, Zhou Ze discovered that Meng Zhongyang's left finger was missing two missing, one little finger and the other one ring finger, and the defect edge had irregular serrations.

"Okay, let's try to answer a few questions. Your little finger and ring finger on your left hand look like they were bitten off, with tooth marks, but the tooth marks are more like dogs. Are you attacked by a dog?"

Meng Zhongyang nodded and wrote quickly.

Unexpectedly, after writing a few words, he was very adept at writing. He was not slow and he was not worried about writing it out with the ruler.

"If I go back to Ming Mansion, I'm very hungry and go to ask for food. I was bitten by a wealthy family. However, the man gave me two steamed buns. I didn't starve to death on the road, so it's not a loss."

Zhou Ze paused.

Looking at Meng Zhongyang's satisfied smile on his lips, he seemed to recall when he was the hungry at that time. Although he was injured, he still made him happy when he got the steamed bun.

In such a situation, this person is so satisfied and has a pretty good temperament. Zhou Ze continued to ask:

"Since you leave Hejiang, write down everything you can think of. Don't rush to take it slowly, and write as much as you recall!"

Meng Zhongyang nodded, thought for a while, and began to write:

"In the beginning of the year, I was going to Beijing with a classmate from Mianshui County and study hard at Bailu Academy for a few months. The man was named Meng Xiaoyi, and because of the same surname, he got closer.

After I left Hejiang, I set off with Meng Xiaoyi to the capital. I was also accompanied by Sun Xiucai from Mianshui County. I didn’t know the full name. On the night of boarding the ship on January 17, I didn’t know anything after I fell asleep.

When I woke up again, I could not see anything and could not speak. I touched my face and mouth and found that I had lost my eyes and my tongue had been cut."

Having written this, a page of paper is already full.

Zhou Ze did not speak out, his heart was very complicated, and he kept thinking about the previous doubts. What kind of hatred can he take this harsh action?

Wouldn't it be even more suspicious if he killed someone and threw the body on the river, or pushed him down the river while he was sleeping?
Chapter completed!