When I opened my eyes, I felt hazy.

When the pupils refocused, what they saw in front of them was not the white they were used to seeing, but green. It was as if they were leaning in someone's arms. The warmth was so great that it made people feel at ease.

Then a drop of water fell on his face, and there was a faint sound of sobbing.

He was actually leaning in the arms of a woman?!

Zhu Hao tried his best to open his eyes wide, and finally saw clearly.

This is a very beautiful woman, with an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, a soft nose and soft lips. She is not wearing the usual white coat, but a long green cloth dress, which is quite strange.

Being bedridden for a long time, the only person of the opposite sex he saw on weekdays was Miss Nightingale. With Zhu Hao’s optimistic and cheerful personality, he naturally wanted to strike up a conversation with the nurse sister who he had never met before but was dressed in an antique style for some reason. He wanted to say, "Little girl"

Sister, are you new here? Your clothes are so unique." But when the words came to his mouth, he just uttered one word: "Mother..."

what's the situation?

The mouth is not controlled by the brain?

There was a sudden stabbing pain in my head, and many images flooded in. It was an extremely uncomfortable feeling of being forcibly instilled with memories, and your personality seemed to be torn apart.

What was imposed was a fragment of memory. When he was in agony, he suddenly realized that I was the intruder.

"Xiao Hao, are you okay? You scared your mother to death!"

The woman hugged him tighter, and a suffocating feeling came over him. He wanted to push away, but found that there was nothing he could do.

Own……

Thin arms and legs.

Where is the same old machine that I have been using for more than thirty years?

He's just a child!

Could it be that the person in front of me is my mother?

A strong sense of family affection surged into his heart, and Zhu Hao felt an inexplicable dependence on the woman in front of him. It was the emotional bond of the original owner of the body and did not belong to him, but now his feelings were so strong and real.

Rise from the ashes?!

…

…

"Sister-in-law, isn't my nephew okay? And who else, help your mother up quickly. What does it look like to have a room full of old, weak, women and children crying?"

A man's voice sounded like a date stone stuck in his throat. He couldn't swallow it and couldn't spit it out. It was extremely harsh.

Zhu Hao turned his head and looked over...

Deer-headed rat!

Gu Panzixiong!

He really wanted to slap this arrogant and domineering ugly face, but he raised his white and tender little hands in front of his eyes and took a look, and finally gave up this unrealistic idea.

Second uncle...

This is the memory of the original owner of the body about the man in front of him. In other words, the man is his father's brother.

As for the father...

My memory is a bit fuzzy. I only vaguely remember that my mother often cried to a spiritual tablet. The owner of the spiritual tablet seemed to have died while putting down some kind of rebellion in June 7, leaving behind a family of orphans and widows.

The June 7th Rebellion?

Zhu Hao searched for useful clues from the depths of his memory.

Could it be that Liu Liu and Liu Qi rebelled in the Ming Dynasty?

That was what happened from the fifth year to the seventh year of Zhengde.

According to the contents of my mother's sobs, my father passed away two years ago, so it should not be more than ten years since his death.

My mother's name is unknown, but outsiders call her Zhu Niang.

In his memory, in addition to his mother and his legitimate son, his father also had a concubine and his daughter. They were the mother and daughter who were also kneeling on the ground and crying with their heads in their hands.

My mother and aunt are both in their twenties.

His name was Zhu Hao and he was seven years old.

Half-sister, Zhu Ting, five years old.

…

…

Try to sit up straight and take in the surrounding scenery.

In addition to his mother, aunt and sister, he is the second uncle Zhu Wanjian in his memory. The current location is a rice shop. The store is very large, at least hundreds of square meters. There are rows of rice, flour, and salt. and sacks of grains. Behind the long and narrow counter on one side stood a forty-year-old accountant.

Consciousness gradually becomes clearer.

The accountant's surname is Sun. He was not hired by his mother and aunt, but was appointed by his grandmother to take charge of the accounts.

Behind Zhu Wanjian, there were several government officials standing, and the door of the shop was crowded with people watching the excitement.

"His second aunt, what's going on?"

"I heard that the salt sold by the shop was killing people, and the government sent people to seize it."

The accent sounds like Southwest Mandarin, which is popular in central and western Hubei.

Zhu Hao's heart is like a bright mirror.

Hubei of the Ming Dynasty belonged to the Chengxuan Administrative Department of Huguang. Huguang during the Zhengde period... That was where the Wolong Qiandian was located, and the future Emperor Jiajing would live here.

Zhu Wanjian urged: "What are you doing with these servants? Why don't you seal up the shop quickly? Especially those who eat the salt of dead people must not be allowed to stay!"

Salt kills people?

Sounds weird!

But why was it his second uncle who brought people from the government to seize the shop?

Zhu Hao's mother handed her son over to her aunt, stood up and begged: "My lords, my family has been selling salt for many years and has never had any accidents. How could they eat dead people? The victim must have eaten something else. s things."

Zhu Wanjian sneered: "It is an irrefutable fact that the salt sold in the shop can kill people. Could it be that the government will still accuse you unjustly?"

Something is fishy.

Zhu Hao secretly figured out that this rice shop and the yard behind it were specially rewarded by the imperial court in recognition of his late father's loyalty. Most families wanted to take it back, so they used their brains.

The current foreman was hesitant: "Second Master of the Zhu family, there is something wrong with the salt sold in the shop, but the victim is just suffering from vomiting and diarrhea, and is resting in bed, and is far from dying..."

Seeing that Zhu Wanjian's eyes were almost bursting with fire, the foreman gritted his teeth and said, "Well, since there is something wrong with the salt sold in the shop, the county magistrate sent me to investigate the case, so I can't neglect official duties. The third wife of the Zhu family, I'm offended. !”

After saying that, he came to get someone.

At this time, Zhu Hao finally regained some strength. He broke away from his aunt's arms, stepped forward and opened his arms, blocking his mother, aunt, and sister.

No matter how small your body is, you still have to do your best.

"Are you just bullying the widows of loyal ministers of the imperial court, and bullying the orphans and widowers of a certain family? Where is the justice of heaven?"

Zhu Hao almost shouted heartbreakingly.

When he said these words, his mind suddenly opened up.

After being bedridden for a long time, the powerless feeling of life gradually being withdrawn from the body was really terrible. Now he has regained the feeling of being alive and well.

The official stopped immediately.

Zhu Wanjian was furious: "Are you still afraid of a naughty boy? Arrest him and close the shop!"

Zhu Hao picked up the pole beside him and said, "Let's see who dares! If anyone dares to mess around, I will kill him here and let the world know that the government and the Zhu family robbed the property of orphans and widows, and forced the sons of loyal ministers to death."

The foreman of the Yamen was very helpless: "Brother Hao, please be patient. We are here to do the work, so please don't hinder us."

The people watching the excitement burst into cheers.

Zhu Hao said loudly: "Since we are handling a case, may I ask where the accuser is? Why didn't the victim come, but it was my second uncle who brought you to seal the shop? Could it be that he wanted to kill his relatives out of justice and help others deal with his family members?"

"Wow!"

As Zhu Hao's question was raised, the people's discussion became louder.

The matter simply cannot withstand scrutiny.

"The boy who talks nonsense...sister, is this the son you taught as a virtuous woman?"

Zhu Wanjian attacked Zhu Niang.

Mother Zhu stepped forward, leaned over and hugged Zhu Hao from behind, with a look of determination on her face: "My son is right, I have never done anything illegal, as my neighbors can testify."

"Yes, Madam Zhu is a good person!"

"Last year there was a drought in Nanyang, and Madam Zhu even opened a porridge shed outside the city to help the victims!"

"..."

The discussion became louder and louder, and Zhu Wanjian saw that the matter could not be settled, and became furious: "There is a problem with the salt sold in the shop, and it has ruined people. Is there anything wrong with closing the shop? The main reason I took you to the Yamen is to ask where the salt came from...
To be continued...