The sun shines brightly, the sky is clear, and there is not even a trace of cloud in the sky.

In Situ Ce's memory, such good weather was only seen in towns when he was a child, but now he can see it almost every day.

Because he had traveled to the ancient Ming Dynasty, where there was almost no air pollution.

He heard the word "time travel" a lot, but he didn't expect that he would become such a lucky one one day.

However, he doesn't feel lucky now - he has been traveling for half a month, and he, a modern criminal forensic doctor, has almost become a beggar who lives on the streets.

Situ Ce is a forensic doctor in the Criminal Investigation Team of the Municipal Public Security Bureau. Before traveling, he took his treasure on-site investigation and inspection box with the police force to a remote rural area for murder. Suddenly, the haze was filled with lightning and thunder, and colorful halos enveloped his head. He fainted with a bang. When he woke up, he had already arrived in the Ming Dynasty's mansion called "Zhenhai County".

As soon as he traveled through time, he was very excited. After being excited, he missed his home and loved ones, and then began to worry about his livelihood.

I thought that my brain was the advanced knowledge of modern society, among the ancients who were four or five hundred years behind him in the Ming Dynasty, I would have been able to make a fortune and become the best man, but he soon discovered that he was wrong. The ancients were not stupider than him. Life was troublesome, and not to mention anything else, his short hair was surprising. In ancient times, men all had long hair. His short hair was neither monk nor Taoist. In addition, his short hair was simply a strange costume for the ancients, which made the ancients even more suspicious that he had a problem with his head, so no one was willing to hire him.

He was so hungry that he had no choice but to change his clothes with an old beggar in this modern craftsman uniform. Looking at the strange outfit, the old beggar was still unhappy, and he was so nervous that he changed it to him.

With this ancient outfit, although it was worn out, it made him look like an ancient man. So he hid the on-site inspection box and went to work. However, changing his clothes did not bring him good food and drinks, because he had no strength.

In modern society, he is just a nerd, holding books all day long, especially long-distance running in sports, especially long-distance running. So, he went to carry the work for others, and people laughed at his gentle scholar. Fortunately, the Ming Dynasty respected scholars very much. Thinking that he, a scholar, had no choice but to do this job, so he asked him to try it. After carrying a few bags of things, he was so tired that he almost exhausted. He didn't quit him. After working for a few days, the work he did was not as good as others. He had a lot of money. He felt really embarrassed and left after receiving the wages.

Now, he was on the side of the road, holding the dozens of hard-earned money in his hand, sitting under his butt with his baby on-site inspection box, staring at the bustling passers-by in a daze.

Where is the road?

He was almost desperate. He believed that the glass bottles in the inspection box under his butt could be sold for some money, but he couldn't bear to leave it alone. This is his job in modern society. After these days, he had figured it out that he could not do anything else. He was an expert in solving cases. After all, if he wanted to survive in ancient times, he had to return to his old skills.

However, the ability to detect is not something that others can believe after you say it, and you don’t have any identity certificate, so you can’t just go to the yamen to recommend yourself. Otherwise, if you can’t recommend yourself, it would be a disaster to arrest refugees who have no way to take the lead and send them to hard labor.

So, he could only wait. Every day, he would hold his own inspection box and sit next to the street opposite the county government office, waiting for a case to happen, and then show his skills.

These days when he was outside the yamen, he could only eat cold steamed buns every day, and in the evening, he bought the leftover steamed buns that could not be sold when the street food stalls were closed. He bought them after they were full, so he could buy more. It doesn’t matter if he was thirsty. There was a sweet water well under the old locust tree next to the yamen, and a broken gourd ladle beside the well, so he scoops water to drink. At night, he could only crouch in the City God Temple to sleep with a group of wandering beggars.

Worried that the aluminum alloy inspection box would be stolen, he wrapped the aluminum alloy with a cloth bag he picked up so that he would not attract others' attention.

He had been waiting on the street outside the yamen for several days. Every day, he saw the constables wandering in and out, and it seemed that they were not as if they had a murder case. There were many people entering and leaving the yamen for lawsuits, but they had not seen them beat drums and complaining about grievances.

Seeing that the money earned by working hard labor decreased, the last four cents were left in my hand. But I never encountered an opportunity to show my skills.

Situ Ce was almost desperate, the scorching sun was roasting, and the cicadas were chirping in his ears, and he was anxious.

At this time, a thin old man hurriedly walked along the bustling street, carrying a banner on his shoulder. The front of the banner was written with three golden characters "Living God" and eight small characters "Perform your fingers to calculate, and you can predict things like a god" on the back. They were also golden and looked like a fortune teller who was traveling around the world.

The fortune teller covered his stomach and bent his waist, looked around with sweat all over his head, and stopped at the yamen gate, frowned, grinned, gasped, and looked at him, turning his head to ask Situ Ce who was sitting on the roadside, saying, "Brother, where is there a toilet?"

It turned out that he had a stomachache. Situ Ce smiled and turned his head to point to the alley next to him: "Here, that's the corner!"

"Thank you!" The fortune teller was about to walk in in a hurry, but suddenly stopped. He saw that the toilet was low and the prayer flags in his hand were too long, which was not convenient to bring them into the toilet. The people around him were coming and going outside, and it would be troublesome if they were left outside without anyone to see them. Moreover, the fortune teller was wearing a long robe and was not convenient to squat in the pit. He had to take off his clothes in advance and put them in a short robe. So when he went to the toilet, he was called changing clothes. The robe he took off must be taken care of. He glanced at Situ Ce and saw that he was very quiet and honest, he grinned and smiled, "Brother, can you help me take care of the banners and robe? I want to go to the toilet."

"Okay." Situ Ce said.

"Thank you!" The fortune teller was obviously very anxious, throwing the banner at Situ Ce's feet, then quickly took off his robe and stuffed it to Situ Ce, and then ran to the toilet with his stomach.

Situ Ce put his robe on his wrist and continued to look helplessly at the opposite yamen gate.

At this moment, he saw a waiter dressed in a waiter running over sweat at the end of the street and rushed into the yamen. Soon, several people hurried out from the yamen. One of them was a heroic girl with long ponytails and hair tied behind her head with a square scarf, wearing a capable soap-colored short robe, a golden ribbon tied with a soap-colored fast boot, a golden folding fan in her hand, and behind her were several constables wearing soap-colored short shirts. The waiter had been slapped with the girl and kept saying something, and the group hurried forward.

Situ Ce was thrilled. Something must have happened, and it seems that the case is quite large!

He hurriedly stood up, picked up the sack containing the inspection box under his butt and was about to follow him. Suddenly, he saw the fortune teller's banner on the ground, turned his head and looked at the direction of the toilet, but he didn't see the fortune teller coming out. Seeing that the group had walked away, he threw it away and was afraid of losing it. In anger, he stomped his feet, picked up the fortune teller's banner on the ground, raised his neck and shouted: "Hey! That fortune teller who went to the toilet, I have something urgent to go to the west. I will bring your things first, come to me!"

After saying that, without waiting for the man to agree, he followed with a box, a banner, and a robe on his shoulder.

The pedestrian walked so fast, walked through the streets and alleys, and came to a restaurant.

There were many people around the restaurant, and they were looking in. At the gate, there were two large and thick chefs standing, holding kitchen knives in their hands and blocking the door with their waists. Several other shop staff advised the onlookers not to get close, so as not to be suspicious, but the onlookers rushed in like a tide.

The ponytail girl glanced coldly, snorted coldly, and said sternly: "The yamen handles cases, and idlers avoid them!"

Everyone hurriedly looked back and saw the girl, and immediately hurriedly hid away like a mouse seeing a cat. Obviously, this girl should be a well-known figure with some prestige in the local area.

The group of detectives immediately took over the scene, and two strong chefs were pushed aside by the detective. The ponytail patted the folding fan on his hands, stepped in, and swept into the room. Seeing that there were many diners sitting in the lobby, they all looked at her nervously.

The ponytail turned and folded fan bowed: "I am Helanbing, a famous criminal master in Zhenhai County, and I am here to handle the case. Don't panic. The restaurant shopkeeper reported that the counter silver cabinet was stolen by as much as 30 taels, and he suspected that the thief was still among you. Therefore, I have to leave you for a moment and let you go after the case is cleared."

Most of these diners are local residents. They recognize this famous female yamen master and know her power. Now that the thieves are mixed with everyone, everyone is suspicious, so naturally they cannot escape the relationship. They can only secretly call them unlucky, but no one dares to object.

This ponytail named Helanbing was actually the master of the Zheng Mingshi in the yamen? This surprised Situ Ce. He knew that women could not be officials in ancient times. However, the master of the Zheng Mingshi was not an official, but an aide hired by the official. In modern terms, it was called a personal assistant, because such a staff was privately hired by officials, and did not occupy the quota of the court officials, and did not receive the court's salary or food and silver, and the salary was paid out of his own pocket.

The master was very popular in the Ming and Qing dynasties. The main reason was that the court strictly limited the number of officials at the beginning of the founding of the country, and localities were not allowed to expand privately, and this number was set very small. As the population increased, the affairs of the yamen became increasingly numerous. The officials who were appointed by the court alone were far from meeting the work needs. The expansion of the court was very strict, difficult, and slow. Due to the need to complete government affairs, officials in various places could only pay out their own pockets to ask for help.

On the other hand, all the officials in the Ming and Qing dynasties were scholars who passed the imperial examinations. They were very good at "Zhihu". However, most of them could only stare at the financial and taxation, criminal and civil litigation, etc. that manage local government affairs. In this case, local officials could only seek help from those with specialized talents in this area and ask them as their own personal staff to help complete these highly professional tasks.

The need for professional staff by local officials has also led to the prosperity of the special industry of the master in the Ming and Qing dynasties. The master of the criminal was a specialist hired by local officials to help local officials handle criminal and civil cases. Since local officials are also the direct responsible persons for the investigation of local criminal cases, the master of the criminal case naturally took on the investigation of criminal cases.

The source of the local officials recruited the masters was mostly recommended by some relatives and friends, and the sponsorship of the official Qianren, which mainly depends on the master's ability and there are no absolute restrictions on gender. Of course, in ancient times, women basically did not come out to do things, so there were very few women who served as masters, and few who served as masters were criminal masters. I didn't expect to see him here.
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