Fu Mingrui frowned, his expression heavy: "Teachers impart knowledge, mothers educate people's minds. Natures are similar, but habits make them different. A good mother makes her son good, an evil mother makes her son evil..." Fu Mingrui sighed and shook his head. Human nature is complex, how can it be caused by just one or two factors? The complex factors cannot be explained by him alone, nor can they be explained by a book. There are also cases where an evil person suddenly turns good, and a good person suddenly turns evil, all because of a single thought.
Duanmu Qingchen calmed down for a moment, turned around and looked at Fu Mingrui: "After what you said... why do I suddenly feel that it is more important for women to study?"
Fu Mingrui said nothing, thinking for a moment and looking at Duanmu Qingchen: "Do you remember that in the transcript just now, several village women mentioned that their children liked to follow Yu Pingting to read and learn to read, and after returning home, they became much more sensible. Perhaps women who are well-educated and sensible will make their children more sensible. Your mother and I are also well-versed in poetry and literature."
Duanmu Qingchen frowned and thought deeply. He could not change the concept of thousands of years, but perhaps he could do something to improve this phenomenon.
Duanmu Qingchen couldn't help but sighed heavily with regret: "Alas - didn't Yu Pingting die in vain? This is right, that is right, no one is wrong, a grown person jumped into the river with her own child, it's so unfair... It's so unfair -" Duanmu Qingchen shouted to the sky, as if he felt sorry for Yu Pingting and was crying out for injustice.
Fu Mingrui was also silent. Duanmu Qingchen had never seen such a case, but Fu Mingrui had seen it many times. In the folk, even if a husband beat his wife to death, he could not be convicted. If this was a self-made crime in the village, then the Eight Gates would not be able to intervene in the case of a woman being put into a pig cage.
There are some things that Fu Mingrui cannot do alone.
However, he wanted to take care of Yu Pingting's case this time. There seemed to be a strong voice in his heart telling him that he must get to the bottom of Yu Pingting's case!
"Now that everyone is dead... Where can I tell them?" Duanmu Qingchen sighed. Yu Pingting is dead, Bai Zhankui is dead, Chen Jinhua is dead, Bai Youcai is also dead. The whole family is dead, and he has no place to scold or vent his anger!
"Bai Zhankui's family cannot be convicted, but this can." Fu Mingrui took out Lian Youyou's handkerchief and placed it on the table.
Duanmu Qingchen stepped forward immediately.
Fu Mingrui opened Lian Youyou's handkerchief bit by bit, just like carefully peeling off layers of an onion. In the end, there were neatly written transcripts and the seven intact embroidery needles!
Duanmu Qingchen immediately sat back next to Fu Mingrui and looked at the transcript with him. When they saw the words on it, every black word made their scalps tingle and their hearts burst into anger!
After getting the embroidery needle entrusted by Fu Mingrui, Zhao Cheng and Wang Quan returned to the teahouse where the villagers gathered at the village entrance.
The villagers also welcomed them warmly when they saw them return.
"Sir! You are here again! Do you have anything else to ask?"
Zhao Cheng took out the handkerchief and opened it. Immediately, seven bloody embroidery needles flashed in the sunlight. When the men saw the seven embroidery needles, their faces tensed, while some elderly women were already panicked and hurriedly dodged.
When King Zhao Cheng saw their appearance, he guessed that there was something strange about them.
"This embroidery needle was taken out from Yu Pingting's head. Do you know if the Bai family has any enemies?" Zhao Cheng asked loudly.
The men and women who had surrounded him before all retreated away, some walked away, some dispersed, their steps became hurried, their eyes flickering, as if what Zhao Cheng was holding was not an ordinary embroidery needle, but some evil object.
"It must have been stabbed by Chen Jinhua." Suddenly, a soft female voice came from beside them.
They looked over immediately and saw that it was a village woman. As she spoke, she looked around as if to make sure that the person had left.
"How do you know?" Wang Quan and Zhao Cheng were about to step forward, but the village woman immediately stepped back: "Don't come over, don't come over. That needle is cursed! It will harm my child."
Wang Quan and Zhao Cheng looked at each other. Zhao Cheng stood there with an embroidery needle in his hand, while Wang Quan stepped forward with a pen and paper in his hand.
The village woman continued to look around furtively, waved to Wang Quan, and walked to the back of the tea shop where she could block other people's view, then began to speak: "No one would dare to tell this, because no one dares to offend the witch of West Mountain. But Pingting was really good to me and my children. I want to say a few words for her, so that her death would not be in vain..." As the village woman spoke, her eyes became red and she choked up.
Wang Quan was touched by her determination to do whatever she wanted. Having handled so many cases and met so many people, he knew that there were some taboos that the villagers would never dare to speak out, because that was a kind of betrayal, and they were afraid of being punished by the gods.
Wang Quan thought for a moment and took out a silver ingot from his bosom: "Thank you for speaking out. This is our thank you gift."
The village woman was a little surprised when she saw the silver. She wiped her tears in a hurry, took the silver with a grateful look, and her eyes became more determined: "There are rules for embroidery needles. If someone's first child is a daughter and they want a son, they will go to Xishan to find a witch to pray for a child. The witch in Xishan will cast a spell on seven embroidery needles, asking the person who wants a child to come back. Every seven days, she will pierce the child's body or head with a needle. It is said that piercing the head is the most effective. But some children have hard skulls and can't be pierced, so piercing the body is also OK. So, this needle must have been pierced by Chen Jinhua! Because Pingting's first child was a daughter, Chen Jinhua said to the whole village that Pingting's stomach was not good, and it must be their family's sin that made their Bai family extinct. Then one day, someone saw her going to Xishan. Not long after she came back from Xishan, the girl started crying all night. Now I see this embroidery needle, I understand why the girl cried, who wouldn't feel pain when being pierced in the head! And seven needles!"
Hearing this, Wang Quan felt his scalp tingling, and the pen in his hand was almost broken by him because of anger! However, this is his job, he must calmly record this important confession completely! Only in this way can justice be done to the victim!
The village woman's eyes turned red again and she wiped away her tears: "Pingting loved Yaer so much, how could she have stabbed her? In our village, nine out of ten girls were stabbed to death by their mothers-in-law! I don't know how many girls were stabbed to death. But it really worked. Pingting gave birth to a boy later, and twins at that!" The village woman wiped away her tears of heartache and said, "Sir, please don't say that I said it, otherwise the witch from the West Mountain would definitely cast a curse on our whole family." After saying that, she hurriedly lowered her head and walked away from the back of the tea shop.
Wang Quan walked out of the tea shop and nodded to Zhao Cheng in the distance. In the twilight, his expression became sad and angry.
"Bang!" Duanmu Qingchen slammed the table in anger, and the chopsticks on the table fell directly to the ground. (To be continued)