sjar Chapter 362 Mr. Qingtian
Chapter 362 Mr. Qingtian
Xiuying bowed deeply, bowed deeply to the crowd, and wiped away her nonexistent tears. "As a woman, raising a child is already difficult, and now I've suffered this misfortune. I'm truly at my wit's end. I can only ask all the kind-hearted neighbors to help me."
"Oh my god! I haven't been hungry since this delicious and cheap sweet potato noodle shop opened." A sturdy woman said excitedly, waving her arms.
"The sweet potato noodles in this store are not only delicious but also reasonably priced, allowing poor people like us to fill our stomachs. If this store is unjustly closed, how will we survive?" Her face was full of determination and anger.
Another haggard-looking woman followed suit, saying, "I'm going too! If this sweet potato shop goes away, what will I eat? What will my son eat? My boy is in his growing years and relies on this sweet potato flour every day for nutrition. If the shop closes, our whole family will starve. It's obvious that someone is jealous and deliberately framing us. We can't let good people be wronged!"
It seems that playing the victim is still effective, and the original owner's life experience is not wasted.
A large group of people who frequented the sweet potato noodle shop followed Xiuying to the Qingshui County government office. Some were upset about the shop's fate, while others came to watch the excitement. Men, women, young and old, crowded around each other, creating a spectacular scene.
Zheng Sanmao and his wife, with gloomy faces, laboriously carried the body of the Zheng family elder on a simple wooden stretcher. Zheng Sanmao was sweating profusely, while his wife was crying and cursing beside him.
The body was covered with a tattered white cloth, which fluttered gently in the breeze, making it look particularly miserable. It attracted the attention of passers-by and they whispered to each other about this bizarre incident.
"How can this sweet potato flour kill people? I just can't figure it out." An old man with a confused face frowned, shook his head and said in a low voice.
"It's hard to say, hard to say! I'm afraid the things here are not that simple." A middle-aged man next to him looked solemn, narrowed his eyes slightly, and responded thoughtfully.
"Let's see what the judge has to say. I believe he will give us a fair result." He looked towards the gate of the county government office, with a look of expectation and a hint of worry.
"Yes, I hope the master can see clearly and not wrongly accuse a good person." The people around also echoed, and everyone was nervously waiting for the interrogation to begin in the county government office.
"mighty--"
In the lobby of the county government office, the yamen runners standing on both sides held killing sticks and struck the ground hard, making a dull and majestic sound that shocked people.
Xiuying took Brother Liu and Sister-in-law Liu to kneel in the hall. Brother Liu and Sister-in-law Liu lowered their heads, their bodies trembling slightly, and their hearts were full of anxiety and uneasiness. Luo Jingan had suffered losses in the village before, and now he fell into their hands. He would definitely not let us go. Xiuying was much calmer.
Zheng Sanmao and his wife knelt beside a corpse covered with a white cloth. Zheng Sanmao's wife kept sobbing and muttering to herself, while Zheng Sanmao had a gloomy face and glanced at Xiuying and others from time to time with a bit of resentment and calculation in his eyes.
"cough……"
A deliberate cough broke the silence in the hall. Luo Jing'an, dressed in his brand-new official uniform, walked slowly into the hall with a square step. His slightly plump figure looked a little bloated under the uniform, and his face wore a self-righteous and arrogant look.
Luo Jing'an sat down slowly, leaned back, crossed his legs, first glanced casually at everyone in the hall, then rolled his eyes fiercely at Xiuying who was kneeling in the hall, and then asked in a long voice: "Who is kneeling in the hall?" There was no concern in his tone, only condescending indifference and alienation.
Xiuying replied respectfully, "Your Excellency, I am Yang Xiuying. Today, I have the audacity to sue Mr. and Mrs. Zheng Sanmao. They have falsely accused my sweet potato flour of being poisonous and are trying to pin the blame for Mr. Zheng's death on me."
As she spoke, she lowered her head deeply, not wanting to look at Luo Jing'an's face again, but she still had to say what she had to say: "Your Excellency, please be wise. I have been doing business honestly and have never done anything that would harm others. Mr. Zheng's death has nothing to do with my sweet potato noodles. I hope Your Excellency will help me and clear my name."
Hearing that it was Yang Xiuying who sued Zheng Sanmao, Luo Jingan was slightly startled, a trace of surprise flashed across his face, and then he looked at the lawyer beside him. The lawyer also had a puzzled look on his face, with a frown on his face.
The lawyer stepped forward and asked with certainty, "Yang Xiuying, you said you are the plaintiff?" His eyes were fixed on Yang Xiuying, as if he wanted to see some clues from her face.
Yang Xiuying raised her head, her gaze firm yet slightly angry at the lawyer and Luo Jing'an, and she shouted, "My Lords, my Lords, is what I'm saying difficult to understand? I'm an upright person, and now that I've been falsely accused, I naturally want justice for myself! Are Zheng Sanmao and his wife the only ones allowed to file a complaint, while I'm not allowed to appeal for my grievances?"
Or did you two arrange the plaintiff in advance?
"Of course!" Luo Jing'an straightened up and raised his voice, "I have always been fair and strict in judging cases, so naturally I have to find out the whole story." There was a serious expression on his face, and a hint of panic in his eyes.
After saying this, Luo Jing'an turned his gaze to Zheng Sanmao, frowning, and asked sternly, "Zheng Sanmao, Yang Xiuying is now suing you and your wife for false accusations. What do you have to say? I warn you, you must tell the truth in this court. If you tell even a single lie, I will not forgive you!"
Zheng Sanmao and his wife burst into tears and began to cry. Zheng Sanmao cried miserably, "Sir, my father died because he ate the sweet potato flour they sell. This is absolutely true! The sweet potato flour they sell is poisonous. They want to poison innocent people like us."
His wife was crying heartbreakingly, slapping the ground with her hands, shouting, "Sir, please help us! They are so cruel! This sweet potato flour will harm countless people. We are just not poisoned yet. Who knows, one day we will all suffer!"
"Humph!"
Luo Jing'an snorted coldly, his face gloomy, he slammed the gavel hard and shouted: "Whether your father was poisoned or not, we will know after I call the coroner to investigate!" The sound of the gavel echoed in the hall, shaking everyone's hearts.
The onlookers at the scene immediately began to whisper, "Did Old Man Zheng die of sweet potato powder poisoning? The coroner will know once he investigates. Now the truth will be revealed, sir!"