This old man Yang is Yang Qiuchi's elder, so after Yang Qiuchi and others entered the village, they dismounted and walked to the Yang family compound.

Butler Pang already knew that Yang Qiuchi had amnesia, and found out from his confused eyes that he did not know Mr. Yang. He hurriedly hunched his waist and introduced to Yang Qiuchi: "The old man in the middle of the red brocade robe is our Mr. Yang."

Yang Qiuchi looked at the group of people, and sure enough, an old man was in the middle of the scene, with a long red brocade robe, gray hair, and a long strand of beard turned white. It was a few years older than Song Tongzhi.

Yang Qiuchi stepped forward and was about to bow down to tidy up his clothes. Old Master Yang hurriedly stepped forward and supported him: "Nephew, you are the magistrate now. How could you give this great gift and kill me! Hahaha."

Of course, Yang Qiuchi didn't really want to kneel down, his calves were just bent, and he immediately stepped down from the donkey and stood up straight.

Yang Qiuchi introduced Song Tongzhi to Old Master Yang. Old Master Yang was indeed overjoyed. He did not expect that Song Tongzhi of Ningguo Mansion also came with Yang Qiuchi. He was overjoyed. He also knew that the two were in the same year and were on the same list as the juren. Song Tongzhi also recognized Yang Qiuchi through this relationship and called her fate.

Old Master Yang brought everyone into the Yang family courtyard and sat down in the living room.

Yang Qiuchi first asked Nangong Xiong to carry the gifts up, and several large boxes were opened in public, with gold, silver, jewelry, silk, silk and satin, dazzling.

Old Master Yang's family was very surprised to see Yang Qiuchi's actions so generous, and their intimacy also increased a little.

Yang Qiuchi didn't know anyone in the living room, but the men and women seemed very familiar and intimate to them. Although this intimacy obviously had an exaggeration.

Seeing that Yang Qiuchi was foolish and didn't know anyone, Old Master Yang was a little surprised. Yang's mother quickly explained that her son had been swept away by the strange wind, and after he came back, he forgot all the past.

Only then did Mr. Yang suddenly realize and kept saying that he would never die of a disaster. There must be a blessing in the future. Now that Yang Qiuchi is promoted to an official position, that is the blessing brought by the disaster. Everyone also smiled and nodded repeatedly.

Since Yang Qiuchi lost his memory, Old Master Yang introduced Yang Qiuchi to the gift one by one.

First of all, Mr. Yang's original wife, Pan, is an old woman with white hair. Her fat body is a bit fat, her face is shiny and pink, as if she is coated with lard. Yang Qiuchi bows her hand and bows. Pan knows that Yang Qiuchi is now the county magistrate, but not the little gangster in the village before. Although she is an elder, she still says a blessing to return the gift.

Then Pan's son Yang Qingshui and his wife Zhou hugged their five-year-old daughter Cao'er to greet each other.

Yang Qingshui is a few years older than Yang Qiuchi and is Yang Qiuchi's cousin. Yang Qingshui is wearing a long robe, as he is, as he is clear and thin, and looks very elegant.

Old Master Yang introduced that since the third concubine Guo was hanged, Yang Qingshui also left Yangjia Village and went out to study abroad. It was not until two days ago that he specially came back to celebrate the New Year and worship his ancestors.

Yang Qingshui's daughter-in-law Zhou is also a quiet and gentle girl. She gave birth to a five-year-old daughter, the nickname Caoer. Since she had not given birth to a son, Old Master Yang originally arranged to take a concubine for Yang Qingshui, but Yang Qingshui went out to study and never came home, so this matter was delayed.

The second concubine Zhang came forward to greet her. She was the first concubine of Mr. Yang. She had a pretty good figure. Although she was nearly forty, she was dressed very fancy. She had a big red flower flake on her long green dress and a thick white powder on her face. When she saw the gift, she covered her mouth like a little girl and smiled, and the white powder on her face fell down.

Yang Qiuchi sighed inwardly that although the quality of rouge powder in the Ming Dynasty might not be very good, this second concubine has applied too much.

The second concubine gave birth to the old lady Yang a daughter named Yang Aixiao. She is seventeen years old this year and is Yang Qiuchi's cousin. She has not yet been married, so she stepped forward to greet Yang Qiuchi.

After Yang Qiuchi heard the introduction of Mr. Yang, he didn't know whether it was Mr. Yang who couldn't speak clearly or he didn't hear it clearly. When Yang Qiuchi heard Yang Aixiao's name, he looked like Yang Aixiao.

When the girl came over to treat Yang Qiuchi, her waist was twisting and her round butt was even more cat-step than the model's cat-step. Before she could speak, she giggled constantly. When she smiled, she didn't look like her mother, and she didn't cover her mouth, revealing a row of crooked teeth, which was slightly yellow, which made people feel disgusted. She felt very good, and her small eyes kept discharged electricity everywhere.

Finally, the nurse, Lu, came up to greet him with a child of two or three years old.

This Lu family was in his early thirties and was very generous. At first glance, he looked like a young woman in the mountain village. After listening to Mr. Yang's introduction, Yang Qiuchi realized that the nurse Lu's arms were the posthumous son of Guo, the third concubine who died two years ago, and the little famous Shaner.

After the old man Yang's family and Yang Qiuchi and others met with the courtesy, they introduced several famous elders from the village to Yang Qiuchi.

After the introduction, Mr. Yang solemnly punished Yang Qiuchi for not allowing Yang Qiuchi to go to the ancestral hall to worship his ancestors. Now Yang Qiuchi has been a juren and an official, and has also taken a concubine. Although his son has not yet been born, he has taken the first step.

The patriarch apologized, but Yang's mother dared not take it. Besides, it was true that the son was not good and no one inherited the incense. No wonder the patriarch did not allow him to enter the ancestral hall.

After saying this holiday, everyone laughed it off.

Old Master Yang held a big banquet that night to welcome Yang Qiuchi and others. The gentry all came to toast Yang Qiuchi, but Yang Qiuchi was always there and drank a little too much.

When talking about taking concubines at the banquet, Old Master Yang found out that Yang Qiuchi had even taken two concubines and was kidnapped by a mysterious woman, and he thought it was very strange. So he suggested that Yang Qiuchi hide in Yangjia Village after taking concubines next time and give birth to his son.

This idea is so clever. Yang Qiuchi praised in his heart, can't he afford to offend him? This mysterious woman kidnapped her concubines one by one. This would not work. No matter how many concubines she had, it would be useless. If it really doesn't work, I'm afraid that she would have to hide and have a son. The world is so big that she can't find any old pious woman. But this is too cowardly.

When the banquet ended, it was already late at night. Old Master Yang personally took Yang Qiuchi and others to the inner room to settle.

The Yang family courtyard is divided into two courtyards inside and outside, separated by high walls more than one meter high. There is only one gate entering and exiting, which is a bit similar to the inner yamen of the yamen.

The outer house is where servants, servants and others live. The inner house is where Mr. Yang and his family and a few close-fitting maids live. There are many small courtyards in the inner house, and each lady, concubine, young master and lady have their own relatively independent courtyards.

The guest rooms in the Yang Family Courtyard are also divided into internal and external areas, so distinguished guests are arranged in the inner house.

Yang Qiuchi and his friends lived in the VIP guest room in the inner residential area. In a separate courtyard, there was a two-story attic.

After the arrangement was made, everyone sat down and chatted in the lobby on the second floor of the guest room.

Seeing that Yang Qiuchi, Song Tongzhi and others were a little drunk, Old Master Yang ordered Butler Pang to inform the maid to bring brown sugar mung bean soup to sober up Yang Qiuchi and others.

After Yang Qiuchen was drunk on a bowl of brown sugar mung bean soup when he waited for someone, he became much more awake.

After chatting for a while, Song Tongzhi and others said goodbye and went back to the room to sleep. Old Master Yang said something was a little bit small and wanted to chat with Yang Qiuchi in private. Although Yang Qiuchi was a little drunk, he still forced himself to get energetic and came to the corridor outside with Old Master Yang.

Looking out of the corridor, there is a small attic in the distance. The cold and faint moonlight shines through the clouds. It shines on the green bricks and green tiles on the small attic. As the clouds slowly flutter, the mottled moonlight also jumps and flutters on the green bricks and green tiles. From a distance, it looks like a hues of ghost fire.

The night in the mountain village was particularly quiet. Old Master Yang looked at the small attic and sighed. After a long time, he said to Yang Qiuchi: "Nephew, my third concubine, that is, your aunt Guo, gave birth to a son for me, but, alas~!"

Old Master Yang sighed again and continued for a long time: "You may have heard that before your Aunt Guo died, I had a fucking slut. This is what I worry about. I don't know if she had sent me on her back before. If that's the case, then this child...ah~!"

Yang Qiuchi had already vaguely guessed the old master Yang's thoughts, but he didn't answer, so he listened to him.

Old Master Yang turned his head and looked at Yang Qiuchi. His gray beard shook a few times, and then continued: "So, I have always suspected that this child is not mine. I heard that you are a master of case solving. After solving several major cases, Guangde County has spread you like a god. At that time, I wanted to invite you back to help my uncle, but I never had a chance. This time I finally invited you."

Yang Qiuchi bowed and bowed: "I'm so proud of Qiuchi. Qiuchi is so sorry. If there is anything Qiuchi can help, I'll just speak. Qiuchi must do my best."

Old Master Yang nodded, hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "Uncle, I want to ask you, nephew, to help me check if this child is my son!"

As expected, Yang Qiuchi thought to himself, it turned out that the old man Yang invited him back to Yangjia Village not only because he was the juren, and gave him a glory, but also because he had a request for him, he wanted to help him check whether this son was his own biological son.

Paternity testing is not a difficult task. If the DNA testing equipment on your truck is still there and there is enough power, it is very easy to do paternity testing.

However, now that these facilities are gone, it is a bit difficult to deal with. I can only conduct blood type identification now, and these identification equipment and reagents are still in Ningguo Mansion, so I can't do it soon.

In paternity test, blood type can sometimes be used to rule out parent-child relationships. For example, if the father is type A and the mother is type A, and if their son is type O, the son will definitely not be theirs. In other words, the blood type can be determined that the child is not their child, but it cannot be certain that the child is their child.

However, if the parent-child relationship between this child Shan'er and Old Master Yang can be ruled out, the goal will be achieved.

Yang Qiuchi nodded and said, "I must do my best." After thinking about it, he said, "To find out this problem, my nephew needs some blood from my uncle and Shan'er's little cousin. I also need some blood from Aunt Guo."

Speaking of this, Yang Qiuchi immediately thought that Aunt Guo had already hanged her two years ago, where would she find her blood?

Although Mr. Yang did not know that blood type identification is so modern, there was a saying in ancient times that he had blood to recognize relatives. Therefore, it was reasonable for Yang Qiuchi to ask for the blood of the three of them, and said: "The blood of your little cousin and I are easy to deal with, but your Aunt Guo's blood. She is already dead, where can I find it?"

Yang Qiuchi thought for a while and said carefully: "If there is no blood, open the coffin and autopsy. Extract some Aunt Guo's hair, skin and other things." Although Guo has been dead for two years, it is likely that he has become blemished, but the bleeding type can be detected from bones and hair, and it does not require fresh blood.

"Open the coffin and test?" Old Master Yang frowned. This is a very taboo thing, but it is even more important for him whether this mountain is his own son. If it weren't for his own son, he would not have cuckolded himself and raise his son for others for nothing. This kind of shame and humiliation of him was absolutely unbearable.

Old Master Yang asked Yang Qiuchi: "Can you find out this coffin inspection?"

Without DNA's firmness, I dare not guarantee this. Yang Qiuchi said: "There is hope. But I dare not say that I can find out clearly. My nephew can only do my best."

"It's good to have hope!" Old Master Yang nodded and made up his mind, "Let's go open the coffin tomorrow morning for inspection."

Yang Qiuchi nodded in agreement. The two of them talked for a while. It was late at night and the moon hid in the clouds. The small attic in the distance suddenly darkened. In the backdrop of the dark mountains, it was impossible to tell which mountain was and which attic was.

At this time, Yang Qiuchi realized that there was no light on the small attic, and the whole building was pitch black. He asked, "Uncle, is there no one living in that small attic? Why is it in Heigu Longdong?"

Old Master Yang looked up at the small attic and said, "You Aunt Guo hanged her on the beam of the living room of the small attic. No one has lived there since then. I have always wanted to tear it down, but I feel a little reluctant, so I dragged it down like this."

Yang Qiuchi immediately remembered Yang's mother's words, was this the haunted little attic? Yang Qiuchi didn't believe in ghosts and gods, so he didn't care about these things and asked casually: "Uncle, my nephew heard that this little attic is haunted, right?"

Through the lights coming from the room behind him, Yang Qiuchi obviously felt that Old Master Yang's face turned pale, his eyes were filled with fear. He avoided the small attic and stammered: "It's very late, you go to bed. I'll leave."

Before Yang Qiuchi could react, Old Master Yang turned around and hurried downstairs and left, as if he was afraid that Yang Qiuchi would continue to ask something.

It was already late at night, and Yang Qiuchi was sleepy and came into the house to close the door. Feng Xiaoxue helped Yang Qiuchi wash his feet, and the two of them went to bed with wide clothes and fell asleep in embrace each other.

After a while, Yang Qiuchi woke up from his sleep and felt uncomfortable when he was thirsty. If he was at home, Yang Qiuchi would ask Feng Xiaoxue’s maid Xiaodie to serve tea. But this was in the guest room in the Yang family’s courtyard, which was a single room, so although Xiaodie and the three close-fitting maids came together, they were arranged to sleep next door.

There was no choice but to get up and get out of bed by himself, staggered to the round table, picked up the teapot, and drank most of the pot in one breath, then put it down.

Yang Qiuchi turned around and wanted to go back to the bed. Suddenly, he heard a woman crying outside. He suddenly thought of the haunted little attic and his sleepiness disappeared.

The crying came from the direction of the attic. Yang Qiuchi listened carefully with his ears and sobbed, intermittently, and it was really real, and it was definitely not an illusion. Is it because he was dreaming? Yang Qiuchi pinched his hand and it hurt very much, not a dream!

He is a forensic doctor and never believes in ghosts and gods. However, when it was late at night, he suddenly heard the cry of a woman from the haunted attic. He was still a little scared and curious.

He didn't wake his wife Feng Xiaoxue up, for fear that she would be afraid after hearing this, so he quietly walked to the door, pulled out the door bolt, slightly opened a small gap between the two doors, and looked out through the gap.

The moonlight had come out of the clouds at some point, and it still shone coldly on the red walls and green tiles of the small attic in the distance, like the color of the face of the corpse he had dissected countless times, pale and pale.

The crying came from the small attic. Although it was not loud, it was very clear and intermittent.

Hasn't that little attic lock locked and no one has lived in it since the third concubine Guo was hanged? So, who would be the person crying in the dark little attic? Is it really a ghost?

Yang Qiuchi didn't believe in ghosts, so he opened the door, walked to the corridor, supported the railings, and looked into the small attic.

The cry stopped, leaving only the pale moonlight.

Yang Qiuchi waited for a while, and the crying woman seemed to know that Yang Qiuchi noticed her and stopped crying.

Seeing that there was no movement, Yang Qiuchi turned around and was about to return to the room when the crying sounded again, very desolate and helpless. Somehow, Yang Qiuchi felt that the crying became more and more familiar.

Suddenly, Yang Qiuchi felt as if he had been hit hard and was stunned because he found that the crying sounded like the clay doll Song Qing!

Yang Qiuchi turned around and pounced on the railing, trying to shout, but the crying stopped again. He was not sure of his judgment. How could Song Qing, a clay doll, come to Mr. Yang's house? Could it be that Mr. Yang sent the female thief to steal the clay doll?

No, the female thief is probably not something that a local rich man like Mr. Yang can command it. Could it be that the female thief let Song Qing go, and Mr. Yang accidentally met Song Qing, robbed her to the Yang family compound, and lied to herself that the small attic was haunted?

It doesn't make sense! If this is the case, Old Master Yang would not put Song Qing in the small attic opposite him, he has some places.

Yang Qiuchi's head was spinning rapidly. If the crying girl in this little attic was Song Qing, it might be a misunderstanding, otherwise there must be a huge conspiracy!

Although I dare not conclude that the crying girl was her concubine, Song Qing, but since she found the traces of the clay doll, even if there were only a little bit, Yang Qiuchi would never miss it.
Chapter completed!