Chapter 225: Growing Up
When she dragged the nine people to the gate of the post station, the lights had already been lit by Liu Ji, and the children were sitting in the bright lobby.
The carriage had been unloaded and the luggage was piled in the common bunk bed behind the screen of the post station.
The horses were locked in the stable and fed with hay.
Qin Yao threw the nine gangsters and their tools outside the gate. Liu Ji, who was standing at the door waiting, took a look at the nine people and let out a "hiss" sound. He could only describe the appearance of these nine people at this moment as horrible.
Seeing Qin Yao striding in without changing her expression, Liu Ji subconsciously took a step back.
Qin Yao raised her eyes and looked at him. Are you serious about taking a step back?
Liu Ji smiled flatteringly and asked, "Madam, there seems to be a stove in the backyard. We brought our own flour. How about having noodles tonight?"
Qin Yao rubbed her hungry stomach and asked him how long it would take to make the noodles.
"About two quarters of an hour." Liu Ji estimated.
Qin Yao shook her head. "It's been too long. See if there is any other food in the inn."
Those nine people killed people just for the food in the post station. There should be food here.
Liu Ji nodded and called Liu Li, who was packing his luggage in the hall, to go take a look at the kitchen outside the back door together.
Liu Li was very reluctant to go with him, so he called Da Zhuang over.
Qin Yao was just about to sit down and rest for a while, and when she saw the three people about to open the back door, she suddenly remembered something and hurriedly shouted, "Wait a minute, I'll do it!"
Several people looked at her in confusion.
Qin Yao took the gourd handed over by Dalang and took a big gulp of water to quench her thirst. She stood up and walked to the back door. Without telling them anything, she opened the door herself, motioned for them to wait, and went outside alone to check.
Outside the back door was a simple thatched hut with a locked cabinet and two stoves. There was a chopping board on the stove, and on the chopping board there was a kitchen knife and a small basket of vegetables.
It was dark, and Liu Ji curiously stuck his head out to look, but didn't find anything unusual.
Qin Yao saw bloodstains on the stove, as well as vegetables and chopping boards that were stained with blood.
If you can't see clearly in the dark, just use it to cook. Qin Yao shook her head quickly to get rid of the disgusting thoughts in her mind.
She walked into the kitchen and threw all the dirty things into the bamboo forest. She broke the lock on the cupboard and opened it. On the upper layer were bowls and chopsticks and some hard bacon, and on the lower layer were two small ceramic jars with rice and wheat in them.
"Let's make porridge tonight." Qin Yao naturally instructed Liu Ji who was standing at the back door.
Liu Ji said "oh" and asked anxiously, "Can we get out now?"
"Wait a little longer." She wanted to go look for the postmaster's body.
It's actually very easy to find. It's just outside the bamboo forest, and there are obvious signs of loosening of the soil.
Qin Yao arrived at the burial site and used her foot to push away some soil. The body was buried very carelessly. The deceased's clothes were exposed. It was a dark red uniform of a postmaster. This should be the postmaster's body.
Qin Yao stood there and thought seriously for three seconds whether to dig out the body.
But when he looked back at Liu Ji, who was extremely cowardly at the back door, he was afraid that he would not be able to finish cooking here, so he gave up the idea.
Qin Yao calmly walked back from the bamboo forest and said seriously, "I checked and there should be no bandits around here. You can cook without worry. I'll go back to the lobby to check on the kids."
After saying that, he washed his hands in the bucket next to the kitchen, walked straight past the three of them and returned to the lobby.
Liu Ji looked at Da Zhuang, then at Liu Li, "Can you cook?"
They both shook their heads. The women in the house cooked and they rarely even went into the kitchen.
Liu Ji glanced at the two of them speechlessly and said, "Then come over and help."
Da Zhuang nodded his head, but Liu Li refused, "As the saying goes, a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen."
Before he could finish his words, Liu Ji waved his hand and interrupted him impatiently, "What gentleman, what nonsense! Come and light the fire!"
"You know how to make a fire, right?" Seeing Liu Li's shocked face, Liu Ji asked disdainfully.
Liu Li: How can a gentleman like me be looked down upon by a scoundrel like Liu Laosan?
Without saying a word, he rolled up his sleeves and rushed into the kitchen to light a fire.
Da Zhuang knew the level of his second young master. Looking at Liu Li who was stuffing firewood directly into the stove hole, he seemed to want to say something but hesitated. So he thought, "Forget it, let him do it."
Asking Liu Li to go aside, Dazhuang took out all the firewood in the stove hole, put in some thin slices of firewood for starting the fire first, lit the fire with a flint, and then added more firewood.
Liu Ji poured out the rice in the rice jar, washed it and cooked porridge. It was dark, and when he scooped water, he felt the wooden ladle was a little sticky. He raised his hand suspiciously and put it in front of his eyes to take a look. He smelled an unpleasant odor and saw a little brown stuck on his fingers.
"What the hell?" Liu Ji muttered, scooped up water again to wash his hands, and then continued to wash rice and cook.
All the bacon in the cupboard was chopped up and thrown into the porridge. It smelled so good ~
It was a pity that his evil wife had thrown away those handfuls of vegetables just now. Otherwise, it would have tasted even better if she had put some more vegetables in.
This pot of porridge was actually not enough for the two families, so everyone took out some dry food and drank it with the porridge.
After dinner, Liu Ji wandered around the lobby, looking around here and there. Logically, there should be some wine and other things in the inn, but unfortunately he found none.
Later I thought that they must have been carried away by the nine unconscious bandits at the gate.
It was dark and it was difficult to find the things they hid, so Liu Ji had to give up in disappointment.
After filling their stomachs, everyone finally had time to ask Qin Yao what had happened in the inn.
Liu Li took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and Da Zhuang helped to grind the ink. They wrote down the whole story so that they could keep it as evidence when reporting to the police.
The wind was blowing in the mountains and it was a bit chilly. Qin Yao signaled Liu Ji to close the door. The two families then gathered around the table and listened to Qin Yao's explanation of the whole story.
Liu Li's records were very methodical. He was familiar with the law and had read the criminal confessions written by people in prison. He would reorganize the information Qin Yao said and then write it down.
Qin Yao has already interrogated the nine people's names and nicknames. Liu Li has specially marked who said which sentence, and it looks very neat.
The physical characteristics of the victims killed by the nine people, where they were killed, and how they were killed were all recorded one by one.
After writing one, he gave it to Qin Yao for review first.
Qin Yao looked at the criminal's crime record in her hand, as well as the documents explaining the situation of the two families' discovery of the post house. For the first time, she truly felt the extremely high cultural literacy of contemporary scholars.
There is no harm without comparison. Looking back at Liu Ji who was sitting beside playing the clapping game with Sanlang and Si Niang, Qin Yao really wanted to send him back to his mother's womb to be reborn.
"Liu Ji, come here." Qin Yao raised her chin towards him, "Take a look at the explanation written by Liu Li. The handwriting is neat and beautiful, and the logic is clear and well-founded. You should learn from him!"
Facing Qin Yao, Liu Ji responded timidly.
He caught a glimpse of Liu Li's 'pretending to be humble' expression from the corner of his eye, and immediately sneered at him with contempt.
It's just writing two words, what's so great about that!
I don't want to admit it in my heart, but my body is very honest. I silently wrote down the format of this note. I am still developing.
(End of this chapter)