"So, there should be two horses pulling this carriage!" Master Jin also participated in this puzzle game.

"No, it should be four horses!" Yang Qiuchi said, "If two horses pull a cart, in order to use force and be able to control it at the same time, it should generally be side by side instead of one in front and one behind. In that case, the other horse will not be able to step on the child's chest."

Master Jin and others nodded in agreement. Yang Qiuchi had already drawn a rough outline for them, but it was not clear yet.

Yang Qiuchi then described: "What kind of carriage would be drawn with four horses?"

It is not in the Han Dynasty. Gone are the era when the number of horses and horses used to indicate their identity. Instead, they are sitting in a sedan chair or riding a horse. Carriages are usually two-wheeled carriages led by a horse.

After all, if you pull one or two people, the power of a horse is enough. There are very few people who pull two horses, and there are very few people who pull four horses. Generally, only carriages used for pulling goods are used, and they are very heavy objects.

So, Master Jin first guessed: "It's a carriage that pulls goods!"

"Yes!" Yang Qiuchi said, "and it is already full of goods. If I guess it is good, it should be a wood puller."

Song Yuner asked, "Brother, how did you guess this?"

"Not guess," said Yang Qiuchi, "Didn't I just say that any crime will leave traces." Yang Qiuchi turned around and pointed to the short wood that was still holding in Gong Xiong's arms: "This is the land found next to the official road with horse hoof prints. It should have fallen from the carriage. It didn't take long."

Bai Sumei also asked curiously: "Why?"

"Miss Bai, think about it, in the cold winter, such a short piece of wood is enough to keep warm for several days. If it were here for a long time, the people would have taken it back long ago. You were born as an official, and you don't know the suffering of the poor."

Bai Sumei blushed and then lowered her head: "Why am I talking about officials..."

Seeing that the white girl was sad, Song Yuner quickly changed the topic: "Brother. What do you mean is that this wood may have fallen from the carriage? So, the carriage should be filled with this similar wood."

"Smart!" Yang Qiuchi praised, "So, the carriage that hit the child to death should be a carriage full of short wood with four wheels pulled by four horses!"

"Huh?" Song Yuner asked again. "How do you know it's four wheels? There is only one wheel mark on the child's legs."

"There is only one wheel that pressed over the child's legs, but did you not pay attention to the traces of the ruts just now? There are two ruts on the same side with a width, narrowness, and depth. It means that they should be four wheels. Besides, four horses were used to pull carts, which means that the goods must be very heavy, so the cargo box should be relatively long. The two wheels are unstable, so it should be four wheels."

"I understand!" Song Yuner suddenly realized, and then thought: "I don't know how long this carriage has been away. Can we still catch up with it."

"It won't take more than half an hour to leave, and it's another heavy car, so you should be able to catch up."

Yang Qiuchi just now twisted the mandible of the child's corpse. Generally speaking, this is the first part of the corpse that appeared in the corpse. It felt that the mandible was a little awkward, which means that the corpse zombie was just beginning to appear. The corpse spots had not appeared yet. According to this, it is estimated that the death time was only about one hour.

"Then let's chase after you!" Song Yuner said.

"Don't worry!" Yang Qiuchi waved his hand: "This carriage can't run away. It's in the nearby charcoal kiln."

Song Yuner and others were shocked. Why is Yang Qiuchi so sure?

Yang Qiuchi saw their doubts: "It's very simple. Judging from the falling wood, it's just ordinary elm, sawed so short, and split the ground with an axe, so it's probably for fire burning. This carriage pulls such wood for fire burning, and this wood generally won't be pulled far away, so it should be nearby."

Yang Qiuchi's judgment was that the land was not cut down indiscriminately in the Ming Dynasty, and the wood was everywhere, not as in short supply as it is now. Therefore, the wood used for burning fire would not be long-distance trafficking, otherwise the land would not be sold enough for shipping.

Yang Qiuchi continued: "Often ordinary people have no money and will not spend money to buy this kind of wood to keep warm. They will go up the mountain to chop firewood to burn it. And the wealthy families will not buy wood to burn it directly, because the dust is too big, which will not only choke, but will also damage the house furniture. So the wealthy families will buy charcoal to burn it. Therefore, the short wood of this cart is not used to burn fire to keep warm, but..."

Song Yuner's eyes shined, she took the conversation and said in surprise: "It is transported to a nearby charcoal kiln for burning charcoal!"

"Smart!" Yang Qiuchi smiled and turned to ask the old man and others: "Walk along this official road, are there any charcoal kilns for burning charcoal?"

The old man said, "Yes, there is a large charcoal kiln more than twenty miles ahead. The carbon is often pulled to Taiping Prefecture in front to sell. There are even people from Chizhou who come to buy this charcoal."

"Chizhou?" Yang Qiuchi remembered that the mud doll Song Qing's father used to be an official in Chizhou. I don't know how Song Qing is now. Yang Qiuchi felt a little distressed when he thought of the mud doll. He asked, "How far is this place from Chizhou?"

"If you don't rush, you'll have two days to go."

“Are there any other charcoal kilns nearby?”

"It's gone," said the old man.

"What's the name of that charcoal kiln?"

"Called by Dongmenao."

Yang Qiuchi said, "You send two people to take us to the charcoal kiln and catch the driver who hit people."

The old man nodded: "Yes! Thank you for taking charge of us!"

The old man brought another young man, who was the old man's nephew. Yang Qiuchi asked Nangong Xiong to send two horses for the old man and the young man, and asked the three of them to move forward lightly first and go to the charcoal kiln to catch the carriage that caused the accident. His convoy followed.

Nangong Xiong and the other three quickly whipped away. Yang Qiuchi and others returned to the carriage and continued to move forward. Seeing the child tragically die, the few people had no intention of continuing to recite the ancient poems and couplets, but they still had to drink this wine. While drinking the wine, they discussed what happened just now.

Bai Sumei sincerely exclaimed to Yang Qiuchi: "It's only a matter of no clue that this kind of case is completely unreliable. It's not an exaggeration to describe it as solving the case as a god."

Before Yang Qiuchi was modest, Song Yuner had already said first: "Of course, this case is a piece of cake. My brother can solve it with just a little finger. A series of cases like the White Bone Case, and a case like the last time he went back to his hometown to recognize his relatives, that is the real difficulty. My father and I are both confused. My brother can understand the clues clearly, which is amazing!"

Yang Qiuchi felt a little embarrassed: "I am awesome? I think you are awesome!"

"How come I am so awesome?" Song Yuner asked curiously.

"We were in the running carriage, and we were so far away. I only saw a group of people there, but you held the old man in the crowd with the child. The child's posture was clearly visible. Isn't it so amazing?"

"This is nothing." Song Yuner was a little proud, "It was amazing that the ancients watched the monument and saw a flock of sheep."

"Looking at the flock of sheep, I see that you are almost done."

This allusion to the stele of the stele of the stele of the stele of the stele of the stele of the stele of the stele of the stele is very fast. Once he rode a fast horse and passed by a stone tablet. He just glanced at the stele of his eyes and recited all the big and small characters on the stele. Looking at the flock of sheep means that you can tell how many sheep are in a flock of sheep at a glance.

Song Yuner laughed: "To be honest, if the number is not large, I can see clearly at a glance. My master took me as his disciple because he took me as his disciple when he was interested in my ability."

Oh? Yang Qiuchi never heard her talk about her master. It was related to other people's privacy, so Yang Qiuchi was not easy to ask. Now she took the initiative to mention it and asked according to her question: "Yun'er, how did your master accept you as his disciple? Can you tell me?"

Song Yuner smiled and said, "Okay, when I was five years old, I remember that the Chinese New Year was coming soon. One day, my mother and nurse took me to a temple fair, and I wanted to buy candy people. While waiting to be a candy person, I saw a man coming to the next bun stall to buy buns. He took out a handful of copper coins and threw them directly into the money box selling buns, saying that he gave him ten cents, but the person who sold the buns counted the money in the box, said that he only gave him nine cents."

"The two of them were quarreling and fighting. In fact, the moment the person who bought the buns threw the copper coins into the money box, I could see clearly. It was indeed only Jiuwen who threw it in. It was a scam who bought the buns."

Yang Qiuchi asked curiously: "Yun'er, did you become enlightened and cognitive at the age of five?"

"Of course!" Song Yuner was a little angry at Yang Qiuchi's slight sight. "I started to enlighten myself when I was three years old. My father said, "It's a pity that I am a woman. Otherwise, I might be able to win the top scorer in the future and give our Song family a glorious ancestor!"

"I admire you!" Yang Qiuchi clasped his fists, "I am still wetting the bed at the age of five."

Bai Sumei and others all laughed. Song Yuner said, "But, brother, you are so awesome now..."

"Stop!" Yang Qiuchi waved his hand, "Stop praising me, let's continue to talk about your advanced deeds of upholding when you were five years old."

Song Yuner continued: "The bun seller is of course very happy to listen to me for helping him, but the bun buys are very arrogant. When I saw my mother, three females, I cursed and beat us, but before he could fall down, he suddenly grabbed the hand and jumped and cried out in pain."

"Later I found out that my later master hit his acupoint with a hidden weapon. The master also said that the man's hand had been destroyed by her. Who told him to bully women? I deserve it!"

Yang Qiuchi was a little scared. Song Yuner's master always used his arms and was indeed very ruthless in his actions. He couldn't help but think of Song Yuner's ruthless in his actions, which was probably largely influenced by this master.
Chapter completed!