Chapter 305 Hand over the book to the uncle
"Death is inevitable."
Whether you escaped with the shackles or wounded someone to death, the original crime will be added to the original crime.
It is now August, so close to the autumn festival.
If it is another big government, the official document needs to be reported to the Ministry of Punishment, and it may be delayed until next year.
However, Guanzhou is a feudal city of the British king, and it only needs to be reported to Fucheng, and the execution can be executed after the verification of Fucheng is correct.
Zhang Xuan committed a crime at this time, and there is no chance of reincarnation.
Yan Huaiwen hesitated for a moment, but explained to Xiao Er what is the autumn judgment, what is the Duan Tuyue, and the prohibition of execution on the tenth day of each month.
Yan Yu was counting the days in her heart while listening to her uncle.
The first month, May, and September are Duantu months.
The first day, eighth day, fourteenth day, fifteenth day, eighteenth day, twenty-third day, twenty-fourth day, twenty-eighth day, and twenty-ninth day are ten days of fasting, that is, the days of banning killings.
From the beginning of October, every day of the remaining 20 days may become Zhang Xuan's death day.
"Uncle, will that little girl survive?" Yan Yu asked.
She is not a **** person. Zhang Xuan wanted to die by himself, and the result now is that he is seeking benevolence.
Instead of worrying about when he will die, it is better to care about the sick little girl.
Yan Huaiwen was silent, not wanting to deceive her with lies.
"The doctor said that if she had a fever for too long, even if she survived, she would have some bad symptoms."
Yan Yu didn't speak all the way afterwards.
After entering the house, fetched water to wash his face and hands, washed himself clean, went to his own room to change into new clothes, went to the kitchen to warm up for a while, and then entered the room of his parents.
As soon as he entered the room, he was like an eggplant beaten by frost, climbing onto the kang with hands and feet together, looking for the warmest kang head, and sitting cross-legged against the wall.
Li Xuemei looked at her curiously, it was rare for her daughter to look like this.
Da Ya chased him in, "Xiaoer, I'll bring you some food, how do you like eating inside?"
She was ordered by her father to come over and look after her sister.
After listening to my father briefly mentioning it, Da Ya couldn't stand it anymore, and she couldn't stop crying.
Yan Huaiwen: …
Da Ya is acting so normal these days, almost forgetting that his daughter has extremely shallow eye sockets and loves to cry.
At this time, Da Ya's eyes were red and slightly swollen, and she tried to pull the corners of her mouth, showing a forced smile.
Li Xuemei looked at her, then at her daughter, put on her shoes and got off the ground.
Pull Da Ya outside to ask what happened, knowing what happened, let Da Ya go back to rest.
Li Xuemei brought the reserved meals from the kitchen and placed them on the kang table.
"Hurry up and eat something while it's hot."
Yan Yu moved over, took a sip of the mung bean porridge, and took another sip of the pickles that Mammy Rong ordered. There was a taste in her mouth, and she felt refreshed.
The appetite gradually returned, and Yan Yu's chopsticks were used so smoothly that he could clean the porridge.
"I still want to drink." Yan Yu coquettishly held the bowl to her mother.
Li Xuemei went down to serve her another bowl.
Watching my daughter drink another bowl of porridge.
Li Xuemei said: "Now is a good opportunity, you will take the prescription I copied and send it to your uncle in a while."
"Up to you." Li Xuemei handed over the initiative to her daughter.
Yan Yu took a bite of the steamed bun, took another bite, filled her mouth full, and chewed hard.
It wasn't until he swallowed that he said, "It doesn't matter how many copies you send, with uncle's IQ, we can't hide the fact that we have medical books in our hands. We can only confess. Is it appropriate to choose this time?"
They didn't think about keeping it a secret, but they had to find an appropriate time to tell the truth.
today? Now? Is it a little hasty?
"It's the same sooner or later, and you also said that your uncle can't hide it, so it's better if we talk about it earlier.
When the tiger was plagued by the epidemic, we could say that we didn’t think about it for a while, and things were messy and messy just after resettlement, but now the house is up, and the family is stable.
Ms. Cui was sick before, and now you went to Huju to witness the little girl's fever. It's a good time to confess at this time. "
Yan Yu was a little hesitant: "Is it better to let Dad talk about it? Uncle is more tolerant of Dad."
The filter is super thick.
"Inappropriate." Li Xuemei disagreed: "It's because your uncle is so kind to your father, if you feel that he is concealing it intentionally, you will be chilled.
You exposed this matter, it can be said that your father forgot those broken books. "
Li Xuemei repeated what they discussed: "The book was bought by your father before, and he probably forgot it a long time ago. I packed it with me when I packed up the house. When I got here, I wanted to make paper. I just remembered it. Copy it. After coming down, the old books were stuffed into bags and hung in the river to become pulp.
So, there are only these prescriptions that you copied by hand. "
"I copied?" Yan Yu pointed at herself.
"Yes, you copy." Li Xuemei found another piece of paper and spread it in front of her, "Copy it now, this will explain why you have such an impression on these things, and there is a legitimate reason for practicing calligraphy."
"I got tired of copying serious books, so I found a junk book to copy." Yan Yu teased herself.
Li Xuemei smiled, and knew that her daughter could adjust well by herself, and her family's big treasure is not a child who puts everything into a dead end.
…
"Uncle, have I come in?" Yan Yu stood on tiptoe at the door and looked around.
Hearing a hum from inside, he looked down at the notebook in his hand again, raised his head and chest, and walked into the uncle's room.
Yan Huaiwen is writing something, using paper made by her home.
"Uncle, I have something to show you." She handed over the bound book.
Yan Huaiwen put down his pen, saw the content clearly, and raised his eyebrows.
"Where did you come from?"
Yan Yu said the words that had been typed countless times in his heart: "It belongs to our family, and I copied it from the book."
"Where is the book?" Yan Huaiwen asked.
Yan Yu vividly expressed her uneasiness.
"Uncle, I told you not to be angry, the book...is made into paper." She didn't wait for the uncle to speak again, and quickly explained: "My mother and I didn't do it on purpose, and Dad never said it before. He may have forgotten it himself. Those books were tattered, with missing pages and moth-eaten holes, hole by hole...
I didn’t know it was useful before, so I thought that since I copied it down, our family would make paper again, so I tied a bag and threw it into the river! "
Yan Huaiwen read the book again.
Yes, Yan Yu didn't follow her mother's instructions and took the three selected ones, but took the notebook she had copied.
She and Li Xuemei both have such a notebook.
Thanks to her for not being lazy at the beginning, but listening to her mother and copying books separately.
Yan Huaiwen: "Your father brought it home? Where did he get it?"
"Mother said, it has been in the house for some years, and I don't know when Dad took it back. Mother doesn't dare to touch his things. Let's go to Guanzhou to pack up the belongings. Mother saw the words on it, so she stuffed them into the bag Come." Yan Yu said cautiously.
Yan Huaiwen pondered for a while, and it really seemed like something God Bless could do.
(end of this chapter)