Shen Ning glanced at Wu Shan, who was motionless, and said calmly: "Well, it's possible that he is really dead. Whether he is really dead or not, we will know by pouring a bucket of salt water on it."
As soon as she finished speaking, Wu Shan, who was lying down pretending to be dead and trying to avoid the board, suddenly let out a long scream and danced his hands and feet like a giant turtle.
Xiaosi couldn't help but laugh: "He's not dead, then keep fighting!"
The government officials were all angry now.
You Wushan thief, how dare you pretend to be dead to scare us!
beat! I'll kill you for pretending to be dead!
The government officials used all their strength to beat Wu Shan with the remaining big boards until Wu Shan couldn't even cry.
He didn't expect that he was playing a trick and almost lost half his life.
After Lin Fangyuan and Wu Shan were dealt with, the people were very happy and praised the newly appointed censor.
The case was settled, but the people still gathered outside the courtroom, and no one wanted to leave.
Shen Ning smiled slightly and said, "If you have any grievances or unsolved problems, you can tell me and I will help you solve them."
Her tone was soft and her smile was friendly. How could she be a condescending censor
When the people saw this, their distance from her suddenly became much closer. They felt that she was as friendly and kind as a neighbor girl, and the fear of high officials in their hearts disappeared unconsciously.
But for a moment, no one was embarrassed to speak.
"My lady, I have something difficult, and I would like to ask my lady to help me."
Suddenly a middle-aged woman in her thirties walked out of the crowd and looked at Shen Ning boldly.
Her title made everyone couldn't help but find it funny, even Shen Ning couldn't help but laugh, and looked at her while holding back her laughter.
"Sister-in-law, just call me Miss Shen. If you have any difficulties, you might as well tell me. Maybe I can help."
Her smile was encouraging, making everyone feel more favorable and close to her.
The middle-aged woman originally had the courage to speak, but she regretted it as soon as she said it. She was retreating in her heart, but seeing the encouragement in Shen Ning's eyes, she continued to speak boldly:
"Ms. Shen, Miss Shen, I...my son is lost."
"What? Your son was lost?"
Even though Shen Ning had always been calm and calm, she couldn't help being surprised when she heard this, and immediately asked with concern: "When was it lost? How old is your son this year? What was the scene like at that time? Don't be anxious, take your time. Tell me everything, and I will definitely find a way to help you get your son back."
The middle-aged woman obviously didn't expect that Shen Ning would be so concerned. She was grateful and said hurriedly: "Just last night, when I was eating, I found that my son was missing. He is usually very well-behaved and will come back whenever he is eating. But I I waited and waited, but I didn't see him come back all night. I was so worried that I didn't sleep all night... "
When she said this, her eyes were red, her voice was choked, there was a thick shadow under her eyes, and she looked even more haggard.
Shen Ning knew that what she said was true as soon as she saw it, and she was even more worried and asked:
"Sister-in-law, don't be sad first. How old is your son?"
What she was thinking was that maybe the boy was playful, so he didn't come back all night. He was afraid of being beaten by his mother, so he didn't dare to show up.
Unexpectedly, the middle-aged woman said: "Ten or fifteen years old."