Chapter 10: Have a Wife?

  "It was conditional, after all. However, that trick of releasing lightning can't be taught to you, I'm counting on it for a living." Releasing lightning requires a digital camera, and as soon as this thing is revealed, it's hard to guarantee that this little girl won't fall in love with it, and who knows when she'll snatch it away. This is a treasure brought by modern society, but there's nowhere to buy it.

  The little girl was just asking him to teach her the trick of putting lightning, hearing him say that, thinking about it too, and said: "If you don't teach me, who cares!" Walking two steps forward, continuing: "You are a disciple of the county yamen's old master, we are one family, hey! In the future, if there is an investigation at the scene, remember to bring me along, I won't pursue what happened earlier! Did you hear?"

  "What's a family? What is a family?" Yang Qiuchi asked back after hearing what the little girl said.

  "Don't you know my dad?" The little girl looked unhappy and embarrassed, glancing at Leibao.

  Lei Bo Tou coughed and said, "Yang Wu Zuo, you're new here, so I'll introduce you. This is the daughter of our Guangde County Magistrate Song." In ancient times, a Wu Zuo was a low-ranking official in the government office, so it was already a great honor for the little girl to say they were one family, especially since she was the magistrate's daughter and he was just a Wu Zuo.

  The little girl glared at Lei Zongtou and said, "What a thousand gold, it's really hard to listen to such sour words." She turned her head to Yang Qiuchuan and said, "Hey! Little troublemaker, my name is Song Yun'er, you can just call me Yun'er, okay? Remember, if there's a murder case in the future, don't forget to bring me along when investigating the body!"

  The catcher then said: "Today, a murder case occurred. We were just going to find County Magistrate Yang. Since you're back safely, let's go together."

  Song Yun'er was overjoyed: "I want to go too!"

  Lei Bu Tou's face turned awkward: "This, this won't do, your father will blame us."

  "I don't care! I'm going anyway!" Song Yun'er said stubbornly.

  Yang Qiuchi asked: "You're a girl, what were you doing at those murder scene places?"

  "Mind your own business! Just take me with you!"

  Although she didn't say it, Yang Qiuchi could tell from the way Song Yuner tortured the little dog that this little girl was probably raised as a boy since childhood, doing everything like a boy, and torturing the little dog to train her courage, which is what boys do. Investigating the scene and looking at the corpse might also be for this purpose.

  Yang Qiuchi said: "Your dad is the county magistrate, who would dare not let you go wherever you want to go?"

  Lei Bo and others listened to Yang Qiuchi's words without any distinction, all secretly frowning, but seeing Song Yuner getting along with him, they didn't dare to intervene.

  "My dad? My dad wouldn't let me go, so none of them dare to take me. You don't have the guts to take me either, do you?" Song Yun'er looked at Yang Qiuchuan with a slanted gaze.

  "You don't need to urge me! What's there to be afraid of? I'll take you there!"

  "Miss, you quietly follow Yang Wu and watch from a distance, don't get involved and cause trouble for Yang Wu, he still has his mother and wife to support, if this rice bowl is broken it will be troublesome."

  Mother and wife? Yang Qiuchuan's head buzzed, the scoundrel who had borrowed a corpse to return his soul had actually had an old mother? And a wife? As soon as he thought of the word "wife", he immediately thought of the elegant and virtuous appearance of ancient women, it was great! In modern times, he couldn't even find a girlfriend, but unexpectedly, in ancient times, he already had a wife prepared for him, although it was left behind by someone else, it was still better than nothing.

  "Alright, alright, I know! You're so annoying!" Song Yuner said impatiently. "What's the big deal if he lost his rice bowl? Just ask my dad to give him another one!"

  Your dad will let him roll up his bedding and give him another job? That's really childish talk. Seeing the young lady speak like this, Lei Bao Tou could only sigh, looking at Yang Qiuchuan, he could only wish this bold young man good luck.

  Yang Qiuchi didn't know that in ancient times, agriculture was valued over commerce, and once a farmer lost their land, it was extremely difficult to find work. Although the monthly salary wasn't much, there were still several hundred copper coins, and there were also many red envelopes to collect, relying on this money to support the family. The people in the yamen not only had their salaries controlled by County Magistrate Lao Ye, but even their fate was under his control. Therefore, the people in the county yamen didn't dare disobey County Magistrate Lao Ye's orders and secretly took Miss Yang to the autopsy scene. But Yang Qiuchi originally didn't want to be a forensic doctor anyway, returning to ancient times to do forensic medicine again made her feel disgusted to death, she had already thought about it in her heart, if worst comes to worst, she would just leave and go somewhere else, so she didn't care about this job, and also didn't care about County Magistrate Lao Ye's thoughts.

  Under Song Yun'er's urging, the group headed to Lao Wuzuo's house. The little black dog that Yang Qiuchi had saved also followed closely behind him and arrived at Lao Wuzuo's house.

  On the way, Yang Qiuchun thought of asking about his ancient mother and wife, but for a moment he didn't know how to ask. Before he knew it, they arrived at Lao Wuzuo's house. It was a small courtyard with a brick and tile structure. Compared to the surrounding houses, although Lao Wuzuo's house couldn't be considered rich, it was still quite good.

  Lei caught the head and pushed open the gate of the yard, shouting: "Old Wu! Hurry up, Yin's daughter-in-law and younger sister were killed by someone. The county magistrate wants you to go identify the bodies!"

  "It's Thunderbolt, stop yelling, I'm coming." An old voice came, the door creaked open, and a withered old man walked out slowly, leaning on a cane. He looked at the four of them, and suddenly his eyes fixed on Yang Qiuchuan's face: "You... you're not dead?"

  This old man looks like the master of that mischievous apprentice who borrowed a corpse to return his soul. From what he said, this mischievous apprentice encountered an unexpected disaster and everyone thought he was already dead.

  Lei Bu Tou saw Yang Qiu Chi with a bewildered face and did not step forward to pay his respects, saying in a low voice: "Don't you still want to see your master?"

  Master? This word, apart from being called by Sun Wukong and Pigsy in the TV series "Journey to the West", is usually used in some messy martial arts films. It has nothing to do with this old man who collects corpses for others. However, considering his age, I'll just call him that once.

  Yang Qiuchi took a few steps forward, imitating the ancients by clasping his fists and bowing: "Greetings, Master Fu!" The master had become Master Fu, and no one noticed him playing this small trick.

  The old servant let out a hum from his nose and looked up at the sky. Lei Bo also looked displeased: "Why don't you kneel down and kowtow? Good grief!"

  Kneel? Yang Qiuchi had never knelt down to anyone from childhood to adulthood, although you are an elderly person, respecting the old and loving the young is a must, but it's not necessary to express it by kneeling. Pretending not to hear, changing the subject: "After the strong wind blew me away, I only suffered some injuries on my arm, nothing serious, I returned safely. Lei Baozhu and others said there was a murder case, County Master called us to go quickly."

  "Come on!" Song Yuner urged from the side, "Hurry up, Father might be getting impatient already."

  The old coroner, upon hearing the county magistrate's order to conduct an autopsy himself, knew he couldn't delay and let out a snort from his nose. Without looking at Yang Qiuping, he led the way out of the door with his walking stick.

  Yang Qiuchi followed behind the crowd, and the little black dog wagged its tail and followed closely behind Yang Qiuchi. When Yang Qiuchi saw it being affectionate with him, he would occasionally stop to pet its head. The little black dog would then lick Yang Qiuchi's hand very intimately and bark. Yang Qiuchi let it follow him as it pleased.