Thinking of this, he was angry and hated, and he couldn't sleep.

At this moment, a message from the doorman suddenly came from outside the door: "Mr. Cao, the head of Dongpan Township is asking for a visit!"

Hearing this, the county magistrate sighed: "What should be here can't escape... Let him come in."

After a while, Lao Lichang and Erniu were taken to the study by the yamen runners.

As soon as the old lady entered the door, she knelt down and kowtowed and bowed:

"Caomin has met the county magistrate!

The county magistrate is so diligent, it is really a blessing for the people of Xiahe County!”

"Please get up quickly!" The county magistrate waved his hand and said, "It is my duty to seek welfare for the people and is not worth mentioning!"

The old clerk stood up, took a bamboo frame covered with cloth from Erniu, and walked tremblingly to the county magistrate:

"Mr. County Magistrate, there is nothing to be filial to you in Dongpan Township. Only this frame of eggs. You must accept them and replenish your body!"

"You are kind to me!"

When the eggs are placed on the ground, it makes a dull sound.

The county magistrate lifted a corner of the cloth and glanced at it.

Under the basket of eggs, the light of silver could be vaguely seen.

"The father-in-law is intent." The county magistrate smiled and covered the cloth, but did not let someone take it away. Instead, he asked with a smile: "I don't know what's the point of doing when my father-in-law is visiting late at night?"

At the same time, his eyes glanced around, and the yamen runners and servants all left with tactfulness.

Seeing this scene, the old lady felt a deep heart.

After everyone was finished, the old minister knelt down again: "Please spare Mr. Xiao Song's life!"

"What are you saying?" The county magistrate was clear-headed, but he still pretended to help the old man up.

"Mr. Xiao Song was framed by a traitor and sent to death jail, saying that he intends to rebel!

But all the villagers in Dongpan Township can testify that Mr. Xiao Song cannot do such a tragic thing!

I hope you can see clearly!”

The words were filled with tears. The county magistrate was a little disgusted and could only comfort him: "I know about this, I have not been promoted to court for trial yet!

This official naturally believes in his father-in-law and the villagers. If Song Tian clearly knew that he was innocent and wronged, he would definitely give him justice!

But in the court, everything must be told based on truth, and I cannot just listen to the words of one family..."

It’s just that I can’t help it.

The old minister knew that it was impossible to let the county magistrate release him now.

But if it is placed in the court, the defendant will be killed twenty first. Song Tianming is not so strong. If these twenty sticks are gone, he will almost cost him half his life!

He could only cry again, "Sir, Mr. Song is devoted to the country. He has spent countless efforts to ask the Dingbei Army to attack the bandits.

Now that he was sent to prison by a traitor's false words, it was really a big mistake!

If this kind of thing is spread, wouldn’t it be a joke for outsiders to see our Xiahe County?"

The county magistrate couldn't help but feel a headache.

OK, this is to use the Northern Army to suppress me!

Fortunately, he had already made a decision: "Brother-in-law, this official knows that Mr. Xiao Song is the hero of our Xiahe County, so he naturally cannot be wronged.

Don't worry, I will spare him the killing stick in the court.

And the time for the arraignment is set to be three days later.”

At the same time, he reminded: "Brother-in-law, this is already a blessing from me."

Having said this, the old lady finally calmed down a little. Knowing that it would be meaningless to continue to get entangled, he bowed again:

"Thank you for your kindness, I thank you for your kindness for Mr. Song and fellow villagers!"

"My father-in-law is serious!"

"By the way, please be sure to help me with this basket of eggs."

The county magistrate shook his head: "The court has laws and regulations, and officials are not allowed to privately accept each other. If the superior knows, it will be a crime to be beheaded.

Please give me a helper, take it back.”

The old man still wanted to hold on: "But..."

The county magistrate said seriously: "Don't mention this matter again. I will treat you equally and never take partiality with either side!"

Seeing the county magistrate's attitude, he could only bring his things and bid farewell to the county magistrate with Erniu.

It’s not that the county magistrate doesn’t want to accept this money. He has received too many bribes in private over the years, and this time it’s not bad.

The key is that this matter has exceeded your ability.

Instead of leaving a handle to share with others, it is better to sit in the mountains and watch the tiger fight!

He came to the courtyard, looked at the dark clouds, and murmured to himself: "This time, the weather is about to change!"

The morning after Song Tianming was arrested, the gate of the death row was opened again.

At this moment, Song Tianming was lying on the bed and was asleep.

Compared to other cells, his room was particularly clean and tidy.

The reason is that he is only detained here and has no charge. He has the right to ask the jailer to clean up the place before staying there.

Three meals a day, and the food was quite exquisite, but he had to pay for it himself.

Except that the smell is too heavy and the sun is not visible, this place is no different from the usual residence.

As the prison guard shouted, "Song Tianming, someone wants to see you."

He woke up slowly, sat up and stretched, rubbed his eyes, and stared at the young man in white in front of him.

It's Qian Bojun.

He was alone, holding a food box in his hand, and looked at him with a smile.

"Mr. Song, I'll come to see you."

"Oh, this is Mr. Qian, you are really here."

Then he glanced at his food box: "You are so kind to bring me breakfast."

"It's okay, it's all what Bojun should do."

The prison door opened, and Qian Bojun walked in, sat straight on the ground, and took out the food in the food box one by one.

Song Tianming, who was standing beside him, washed himself, sat opposite him, grabbed a bun and ate it.

"Oh, it's still fish buns, the new dish from Tianxianglou?"

"Sir, I have such a good eye. I just came up with the dish that the chef had just come up with for the teacher to try. Does it fit the taste?"

"It tastes very good." But his face suddenly changed, and he spit the stuffing of the bun in his mouth on the ground.

Then he looked at Qian Bojun's fake smile and said, "That's right, there's a thorn."

Qian Bojun's smile suddenly became stiff.

After meeting twice, Song Tianming's words and speech were seen.

"If you don't like it, I'll change you another dish next noon."

Unexpectedly, Song Tianming said: "You misunderstood. It's not that I don't like this dish."

"I don't like you."

Qian Bojun's smile gradually disappeared, and his eyes almost narrowed into a slit.

Looking at Qian Bojun's expression, Song Tianming smiled: "That's right. It seems that we can finally talk openly and honestly."

"I'm just thinking about this." Qian Bojun nodded, "Mr. Song should also know the skills of my Qian family. Can you reconsider your previous proposal?"

"Your Qian family is quite powerful, especially this ability to be distorted and talk nonsense. I, Mr. Song, can't get enough of it, and I admire you!"

Qian Bojun's eyes were cold: "Sir or not willing to cooperate?"

"No! I can consider cooperation."

Qian Bojun was stunned and then whispered:

"Then what did you mean by those words? Did you deliberately spend my time?"

"How can you do it? Mr. Qian asked me two questions and I answered them all. Is there anything wrong?"

After thinking about it carefully, Qian Bojun found that it seemed that it was indeed the case.

The summary meaning: I hate you, but one code is the same, and we still have the opportunity to negotiate business.

This situation has never been seen among those who have dealt with in their entire life!

Although he got the answer he wanted, he still felt very unhappy!
To be continued...