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Chapter 20

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    As soon as the two arrived at the back door of the county government office, they saw Song Ziwen and Ren Pingping rushing here.

    "Father, mother, why are you here?" Seeing Song Ziwen and his wife appearing in front of her, Hongdou's heart instantly calmed down. This is a feeling of being relied on.

    "Your uncle sent someone to notify us, let's go in first and talk about it later." Song Ziwen's expression was unremarkable, and his tone was very calm.

    The family gathered in the inner courtyard of the county government office.

    "Ziwen, do you know what's going on?" Because the yamen servant hadn't brought Song Xiaohe here, Song Zixiao was still in the inner courtyard.

    "I asked Xiaohe before I came. He said that he was collecting medicine on the mountain yesterday afternoon, and he happened to meet Lei Gen who had cut his leg by Bamao. When Lei Gen saw Xiaohe by his side, he asked him what to do.  If there is no hemostatic medicine, let him go to the river to find a cattail stick and rub the fluff." Song Ziwen paused, "Why did this person disappear?"

    After hearing Song Ziwen's words, Hongdou and others were in a trance. Bamao can be seen everywhere in the mountains. It is common for villagers to go up the mountain to be cut by Bamao or to be cut by thorns. They have never heard that anyone was cut to death by Bamao.  .

    "Pu sticks to stop bleeding is also a practice passed down from our ancestors. Logically speaking, this should have nothing to do with Xiaohe." Ren Pingping looked at Song Zixiao and asked. As the saying goes, one day is a teacher and one life is a father.  Master, who has been Ren Pingping's mistress for so many years, they also treat Song Xiaohe as half a son.

    "This matter is a bit strange, I have to listen to what they say later." Song Zixiao squeezed his beard.

    In the judicial system of the Chen Dynasty, the county magistrate was the only judge in a county. Most county magistrates tended to testify freely during the trial process, and freely judge evidence and determine facts based on empirical rules, logical rules, and their own rational conscience.  , and finally reached the confirmation of my heart.

    Song Zixiao is an excellent judge. Even if one of the parties in the case is his relative or friend, he still insists on listening to the other party and making a verdict that is in line with his inner conviction. Therefore, he will not give anyone a definitive verdict before the official trial  answer.

    If it is in a society ruled by law, Song Zixiao, as a judge who has a close relationship with one side of the case, should recuse himself. Even if he does not voluntarily recuse himself, the other party's lawyer can apply for recusal.

    However, this is an era of rule by man, so all the masses can count on is that this "person" is a true "sage".

    "My lord, I have brought it here." Just when everyone was at a loss, a small yamen servant ran in.

    The gate of the county government has also been officially opened to everyone.

    "My lord, you have to be the master for the women. The life of the women is so miserable" Before Song Zixiao could sit down, a woman with disheveled hair ran in and knelt in the lobby of the county government office, crying loudly.

    "Silence, no noise is allowed in the lobby." The county magistrate immediately stood up and reprimanded the woman.  Immediately, the yamen servants standing on both sides seemed to have been turned on, saying "mighty", and knocked back and forth on the ground with water and fire sticks in their hands. The sound of water and fire sticks and bluestone slabs was accompanied by the mighty sound  surrounding the courtroom.

    The people in the county town were fine, and it wasn't the first time they watched the interrogation. They all found a best viewing spot, or squatted or stood waiting for the good show to start.

    The villagers of Linhe Village had never seen such a situation before, and they were so frightened that they stood aside and dared not say anything.

    Song Zixiao went to sit behind the judgment table, picked up the gavel and patted it, "Who is kneeling, and what is wronged?"

    Liu Ju knelt on the ground with her hands on the ground, she no longer had the courage to shout out her grievances just now, she lowered her head and let the sweat run down her cheeks to the ground, trembling: "I, my name is Liu Ju, yes, I am Lin, from Linhe Village ?¡­¡±

    The voice became softer and quieter, and disappeared into the air.

    "Xiancheng, you go closer and ask." It's not the first time Song Zixiao has encountered this kind of situation. The more you ask her about this kind of person, the more speechless she becomes, so she can only whisper to the county magistrate beside her.  Listening closer can save you some effort.

    The county magistrate moved quickly to Liu Ju, and after asking Liu Ju, she repeated her accusation: "My lord, this woman is named Liu Ju, a villager in Linhe Village, and she claimed that yesterday afternoon her man Lei Gen  When I was hunting in the mountains, I met Song Xiaohe from Xiushui Village, and Song Xiaohe gave her man a stick to stop the bleeding, and when she woke up in the morning, she found that Lei Gen was dying on the bed."

    "From Song Xiaohe giving Lei Gen the stick until you found him dead on the bed in the morning, did anything else happen?" Song Zixiao felt that after such a long time from Lei Gen using the stick to the morning, it might be  Something else happened.

    "No. Not long after he got home, I made dinner and then??He went to bed after we finished eating.  At this time, Liu Ju gradually calmed down and replied in a low voice.

    "Then did he experience any abnormalities during this process?" Song Zixiao continued to ask.

    Liu Ju lowered her head and thought about it: "No, he is about the same as usual."

    "Is there any festival between Song Xiaohe and your family?" Murder is nothing more than vendetta, love and wealth.  Song Xiaohe, a teenage boy, and Liu Ju, a half-mature lady, obviously don't have any relationship problems, and Lei Genzheng's family doesn't have much money, so it can only be a vendetta.

    "Song Xiaohe and my family don't have any feuds, but his father and my husband had a fight over field water before." Liu Ju was thinking.

    "Tell Song Xiaohe to go to court." Song Zixiao saw that the case had reached some breakthrough points, and planned to call the other party to ask.

    The yamen servants also knew that Song Xiaohe was Song Ziwen's apprentice, and they were quite polite to him. Therefore, Song Xiaohe didn't have much fear, and just knelt quietly in front of the hall.

    "Is Song Xiaohe the kneeler?" Although Song Zixiao knew Song Xiaohe, he still had to go through the procedures that should be followed.

    "Return to your lord, Caomin is Song Xiaohe." Song Xiaohe also came to the county government office with Hongdou to watch the interrogation before, but he also knew some procedures, and he answered decently.

    "Liu Ju accused you of murdering Lei Genzheng, can you plead guilty?"

    "Returning to my lord, the grassroots really don't know what's going on. Everyone in the village knows that the straw stick can stop bleeding, and I didn't give him the stick. He went to the river to break it himself." Song Xiaohe said  What happened was stated truthfully.

    "If everything is as you said, then Lei Genzheng's death should have nothing to do with Song Xiaohe." It was a long time ago that Lei Genzheng was fighting with Song Xiaohe's father for land water, so it cannot be used as evidence.

    Before Song Zixiao finished speaking, Liu Ju called out, "How is it possible, how could it be irrelevant, a man with good roots in my family, how could he suddenly disappear? It was he who killed my man with a cattail stick."

    Song Zixiao was considerate of her loss of husband in middle age, but he was not angry, "Legend was in his prime, so it's really unreasonable to die suddenly. If this is the case, why don't you ask him for an autopsy."

    Hearing that the county magistrate said that an autopsy was needed, a man in the crowd immediately clenched his fists.

    The weeping Liu Ju heard about the autopsy, she felt the blood rushing to her face, her heart tightened, she tried to suppress her trembling voice and said: "No, no, no one can touch him, my man is dead and I still have to  Being insulted, I will not live anymore."

    "Can't people be at peace even after they're dead? Why don't you let him go properly." The man in the crowd also whispered to the people next to him, trying to arouse everyone's emotions. After all, according to the custom, the dead are the most important.  It's safe in the ground.

    "You who have never seen the world, don't the county magistrates have to talk about evidence when they judge the case? An autopsy is the best way." The person standing next to the man is obviously a county person who has seen the world.  The common people are different, not only did not agree with the man's statement, but also sneered.

    The man couldn't help pursing his lips when he heard his sarcasm. If it wasn't for the wrong timing, he really wanted to punch this man.

    On the other hand, other villagers in Linhe Village heard his words and said, "Gen Liang, why do you think this is still an autopsy? You won't have to dissect Gen Zheng."

    "I don't know what to do, let's take a look." The man named Genliang didn't know what to do, so he could only take one step at a time.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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