Dad, Did You Study Today?

The trained dog sniffed the silk flower in Zhou Qing's hand, turned around and rushed straight towards Zhou Bingde.

Zhou Bingde was shocked and stumbled and almost fell backwards.

The trained dog grabbed the corner of Zhou Bingde's clothes and pulled him out with force.

Zhou Qing sneered, "Sure enough, people are not as good as dogs!"

Zhou Huaihai never thought that this dead girl would hide silk flowers in Zhou Huailin's clothes.

"Sir, my father and Zhou Huailin once stood together and said a few words. It is possible that the smell was contaminated. It cannot be concluded that my father is lying."

Zhou Qing said, "Then why not do an experiment on the spot. I will put this flower in my pocket and find someone to talk to me casually to see if he can be contaminated with the smell. Isn't everything clear!"

Zhou Qing made the flowers herself, and she knew it best.

In a few words, the smell would not be contaminated at all.

Besides, the temple is empty and there is still wind today.

As he was talking, the specially trained dog let go of Zhou Bingde and pounced on one of his guards and another young monk.

The abbot saw that the young monk was also pounced on, and immediately looked over angrily.

"Why is it your business?"

The young monk was about to speak when a noisy sound of footsteps and arrogant curses came from not far away.

Everyone turned around and saw Zhao Dacheng leading the group, followed by three or five men of similar moral character.

The two men were holding a man in their hands, and the man being held was holding two pots of flowers.

When Zhou Huaihai saw the man, his face suddenly changed, and fear surged in his eyes.

Zhou Bingde's eyelids jumped, and he couldn't help blurting out, "Oh my God!"

The young monk whose monk's robe was grabbed by the dog was so scared that he knelt down with a golden face.

Zhao Dacheng walked over from a distance with a show of force.

He stepped forward and bowed to the county magistrate.

"Sir, I was just visiting Qingquan Temple with a few friends today. I didn't expect to see this man stealing flowers in the flower shed."

As he said this, Zhao Dacheng kicked the guard who was being held.

The guard couldn't stand steadily and fell to his knees.

As he knelt down, the flower pot in his hand was about to fall out, and a little monk immediately rushed over to hug it.

Zhou Huaihai gritted his teeth and stared at Zhao Dacheng.

Damn you, I didn't expect it!

How could he forget that there was a Zhao Dacheng!

Ever since he was beaten last time, Zhao Dacheng has been crazy for some reason and has been squatting at his door every day.

Whenever Mr. Zhou went out, he followed him.

He didn't do anything, just followed from a distance.

Really

Zhou Huaihai was so angry that his head was about to smoke.

Zhao Dacheng smiled at Zhou Huaihai with a face that deserved a beating, then took out a stack of papers from his arms and handed it forward.

"Sir, this is the process of the crime that we drew when the crime happened."

Zhou Qing

looked at Zhao Dacheng in shock.

Zhao Dacheng turned his head and winked at Zhou Qing.

I am a dude, and I am not just a dude in vain!

Zhou Qing understood this look with his heart, and couldn't help but twitching his eyes: You are awesome!

It was not only Zhou Qing who twitched his eyes, but also the county magistrate who saw the stack of papers.

This painting is more than just the process of the crime!

This painting is the whole process.

From Zhou Huaihai and Zhou Bingde going out to their arrival at Qingquan Temple.

From Mr. Zhou talking to the monk at the door to Mr. Zhou calling Zhou Huailin.

From Zhou Huailin following Mr. Zhou to a stone bench not far away to Zhou Huailin fainting and being helped up by a guard and taken away by a little monk.

From a guard smashing the flower shed and stealing the black chrysanthemum to Zhou Huailin being thrown into the flower shed.

The county magistrate looked at Zhao Dacheng with a complicated expression, then turned to Zhou Huaihai and said, "Look for yourself!"

As he said that, he threw the stack of papers in his hand.

Zhou Huaihai did not reach out to catch it.

The papers were scattered all over the floor.

Zhou Qing

looked at them one by one.

Damn!

Is this the ancient version of Sky Eye surveillance!

Zhao Dacheng's painting skills are good, very lifelike, but the key is that it is difficult for him to draw them so realistically in such a short time.

Now that things have come to this, the truth is in front of us.

"What else do you have to say!" The county magistrate slammed the table and stared at Zhou Huaihai.

Zhou Huaihai's mind was buzzing.

How did it become like this!

He had all the evidence and motives for the crime, and he was sure that Zhou Qing would be speechless, but how could it be... just...

With red eyes, Zhou Huaihai stared at Zhao Dacheng.

Zhao Dacheng smiled unruly, "How the government deals with you is the government's business, but don't forget that you are the one who pressed the fingerprints."

Zhou Huaihai.

Boom!

His brain exploded.

It was that damn promise again.

According to the promise, if they framed Zhou Qing or Zhou Huaishan, they would have to pay a compensation of 100 taels!

It wasn't much money!

But he couldn't afford to lose face!

After Zhao Dacheng finished speaking, the abbot said faintly: "I didn't expect that the flowers of my Qingquan Temple were ruined like this. Before the donor goes to jail, he must first pay compensation, and the price is 2,000 taels."

Oh.

Now he has the funds to buy silk flowers.

If the occasion was not inappropriate, the abbot would like to rub his hands.

Mr. Zhou couldn't hold back his face and heart, and he vomited blood.

He, Zhou Bingde, had never been so embarrassed in his life!

Zhou Huaihai felt that his head was heavy and his feet were light and he couldn't stand steadily.

The county magistrate looked at Zhou Huaihai with an incomprehensible look on his face.

What on earth are you trying to do?

Do you have money to burn?

He didn't want to arrest the father and son and put them in jail.

But Zhao Dacheng's case reconstruction map left him no chance to find an excuse.

Who the hell is he trying to embarrass!

The county magistrate roared in his heart and said to Zhou Huaihai unhappily: "The flower shed of Qingquan Temple is worth two thousand taels. You can discuss how to compensate for the mental damage caused to Zhou Qing and Zhou Huailin."

The county magistrate paused and did not mention the arrest.

Zhou Huaihai looked at the county magistrate gratefully.

He took out two silver notes from his arms.

The two thousand taels sent by Zhou Yuan this morning.

Before they were warm, he handed them all to the abbot.

The abbot did not even look at Zhou Huaihai, took the silver notes and put them away, silently calculating in his heart, how many big and small should I buy with two thousand taels?

Calculate carefully.

This kind of frame-up crime that did not cause any harm, even if the county magistrate arrested Zhou Huaihai, he would not be able to keep him for a few days.

Zhou Qing knew that the county magistrate would not offend Zhou Yuan for this.

But it did not mean that she could forgive Zhou Huaihai.

"Pay money!"

Zhou Huaihai stared at Zhou Qing with gritted teeth, just wanting to pounce on her and bite her to death.

Old Master Zhou wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"I am your grandfather, and this is your uncle, so you are so ruthless?"

Zhou Qing was so shameless that he laughed.

Zhuge Liang had never seen such a shameless person!

"Stop talking nonsense and pay the money!"

Zhou Huaihai took out a hundred taels.

Zhou Qing shook his index finger.

"One thousand taels, I will settle with you privately, not a cent less, otherwise I will go to the county government gate and beat the drum, asking the county magistrate to arrest you according to the law! Even if the crime is not serious, it is enough to make Zhou Yuan's father spend a few days in prison. This is a shame that Zhou Yuan will never erase in his life!"

"At such a young age, how can you be so vicious!" Old Master Zhou pointed at Zhou Qing and roared, "One thousand taels, why don't you go and rob!"

Zhou Qing looked at Old Master Zhou with contempt.

"You are so low-level in framing people, what qualifications do you have to yell at me, stop talking nonsense, if you say more, I will raise the price to two thousand taels! I am not afraid, as long as you are not afraid!"