In fact, Jiyuan doesn’t have to look for any house specifically. There is only one room with the door open on the corridor on the left, which is the house with the word “hu” written on it.

It is November now, and it will be New Year's Eve after about twenty days. It is almost the end of the year, and the county government also has a lot of things to be busy with. When Jiyuan arrived at the door of this house, he saw that the people inside were writing with their pens and writing constantly. After writing part of it, he was changing the book, and so on.

"Dongdongdongdong..."

Ji Yuan knocked on the door frame a few times, and then he bowed and said, "After the attention of the people inside, he bowed and said."

"Sir, let's take the letter from the post office."

The person inside stopped writing, looked carefully, and then bowed and replied.

"Sir, please come in!"

After entering the room, Jiyuan looked at the main accountant. He was about thirty years old, with a short beard and short bun on his head and a square crown. The details were not clear, but the whole body was still clear.

"Do you dare to ask me if you can bring your household registration documents?"

"I brought it with you, please take a look at the chief clerk."

Ji Yuan took out the official seal document again and handed it to the chief clerk. After reading it, the latter nodded, confirmed the strokes of the two words "Jiyuan", and handed them back to Jiyuan.

"Sir, wait, I'll check where your stuff is."

Dazhen's postage usually only accepts letters to the people, but if the money is given enough, other small items will be sent by the way, so the chief clerk does not know if there is anything else.

Find a few booklets from the side, search and find the booklets of Tianniufang, and then turn over them one by one. It took some time to finally find the fate.

There are names on the books, most of which have been ticked at the back. At first glance, they just don’t ticke. And they appear many times. However, the chief clerk does not need to find every name, because the letters of the same person will be placed in one place, and you can get all of them if you find one. He just needs to check them all afterwards.

After seeing clearly that there was indeed a letter, and after being in the warehouse, the chief clerk wrote a note on the desk and then stamped his own private seal.

“Huhu…”

The chief clerk blew the ink on the paper strip and then handed it to Jiyuan.

"Take it in and give it to the yamen runners who pass by the door and will take you to the warehouse. Be careful, the ink traces are not dry."

"Okay, thank you Lord Chief!"

Ji Yuan bowed again, took the note carefully, and then walked out of the house. When he looked back, the chief clerk had buried the case and handled the documents again.

After all, it was the place where Yin Zhaoxian was released, and the former magistrate of Ning'an County was also clean and honest. Under the good atmosphere and pride, all civil servants in Ning'an County handled government affairs were considered to be conscientious and responsible.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Ji Yuan was waiting outside in the county warehouse, but Kuo flipped through it for a long time before he found Ji Yuan's thing.

"Hao, there are still quite a lot!"

He held a letter and patted the dust while walking. Ji Yuan saw that the letter in his hand was as wide as a palm, and at least dozens of letters were written.

I walked outside, untied the thin rope that tightened the letter, flipped it around casually, and confirmed that the top was full of "Character". Then I handed it to the Character who had been waiting for for a long time.

"Sir, I've been waiting for a long time. I'll give it to you. This is all your letters, and there should be nothing else."

"Thank you!"

Ji Yuan held the stack of letters in both hands, thanked him and waited until the other party locked the gu door again before going out with him.

"Sir, you have a lot of letters. How long has it been since you came to get them?"

Each yard has different servants in charge. If there is a letter, he will go to the other person's place to check it out. If there is no one, he will be sent back to the county yard. Looking at the color of some letters, the yamen runners know that many letters have been old.

This sending letters may not be a chore. It is said that the letters of the family are not exchanged. When sending the letters, it is normal for a family with a poor family to give two copper coins or invite some food to eat. It is also a profit from the yamen runners who are tacitly approved by the county government.

Jiyuan smiled when he heard the yamen runner say this.

"Yes, I've been wandering outside for a long time."

The two of them didn't chat much. When they arrived at the outside, Ji Yuan left alone. They left the office at the door of the office and bowed to the previous servant.

At the entrance of the public office, the man was standing there not long after he was chatting with his colleagues next to him, and he was slapped on his shoulders. He turned around and saw a strong man with gray hair and beard.

The two officers hurriedly bowed and said in unison.

"I've met Lord Zhu!"

"Um!"

The visitor was Zhu Yanxu, the county magistrate of Ning'an County. Unlike the former county magistrate Chen Shenggao, who left, Zhu Yanxu has long since retired, but the current county magistrate is moved by his virtue and knowledge of his martial arts. He asked Zhu Yanxu to be the chief coach of the troupe training and help train the yamen runners.

Zhu Yanxu frowned and looked outside, then looked at the yamen runner beside him and asked.

"I looked at the man just now, and he came to get the letter? What's the name?"

"When I say to Lord Zhu, that man is indeed here to receive the letter, called 'Jiyuan', which is a plan, and fate, which is strange. That letter is thick, and it is quite old... Uh, Lord Zhu, Lord Zhu?"

As the yamen runners talked, they found that Mr. Zhu Yanxu was staring blankly outside in a daze. Although this man was older, his martial arts skills were recognized as the best in Ning'an County. He was tough and even harder. It was impossible for him to have dementia.

"Mr. Zhu? Master Zhu!"

"Oh, I heard it, I'll leave first when you wait for my life to guard here!"

Zhu Yanxu said absent-mindedly, then quickly walked outside. The two officers hurriedly saluted, but then looked at each other.

"This Jiyuan is very familiar with Lord Zhu?"

"I don't know..."

Zhu Yanxu was still agile, but he was still very agile. With the steps of the dragon and tiger, he soon looked towards the street, except for the bustling crowds, and did not see Jiyuan.

His face was a dazed look and he muttered to himself.

"Calling fate... is really conspiracy! It's still like that, it hasn't changed at all!"

When Jiyuan was in full swing, some people had guessed his age because of his speech, manners, appearance and elegant face. Most people guessed that he should be in his forties but did not look old. Anyway, no one thought Jiyuan was very young, at least he was definitely older than Yin Zhaoxian.

Today, Zhu Yanxu saw Jiyuan again but still looked like he was. Some rumors about Jiyuan years ago also came back to his mind.

Sometimes people are very forgetful. In addition to things closely related to themselves, many things will be forgotten inadvertently. There are not many people who are closely related to Jingye in Ning'an County. With time passing, I remember that Jingye is missing now. Don't mention whether these people can collide with Jingye.

But as long as you remember it, you will be impressed, just like Zhu Yanxu now.

Zhu Yanxu stood there for a long time. When the two yamen runners guarding the gate in the rear were about to come forward to ask, he gritted his teeth and left quickly, causing the two behind to look at each other.

Zhu Yanxu was a martial artist after all. He was old but had martial arts skills and had quick pace. He returned home in a short while and began to rummage boxes and cabinets everywhere.

An old woman came in from the yard and suddenly felt strange when she saw her husband like this.

"Old man, what are you looking for?"

Zhu Yanxu kept asking in his hands and his mouth.

"Oh, have you seen my Fang Baoyan?"

"What kind of precious bird's nest? Didn't it be stewed for our daughter-in-law?"

Zhu Yanxu frowned and turned around.

"What bird's nest? I mean it is an inkstone, clouds and water flowing inkstone. I gave it to me when Lord Chen left!"

The old woman smiled.

"You are a martial artist, of course you can't use such things often, don't you have any in the study?"

"Oh, if I had one, would I look everywhere?"

"Then ask your son!"

Zhu Yanxu's family is not small, divided into two courtyards, but there was no servant. When he heard his wife's words, he hurried to the front yard. He happened to see his son coming back from the county government. The constable suddenly saw his father flashing in front of him before he was able to get rid of his sword. Zhu Cheng was shocked and almost drew his sword.

"Dad, you will be scary like this!"

Zhu Cheng patted his chest, but his father was not in the mood to joke with him.

"Where is my square inkstone, which Mr. Chen gave it to me back then!"

Zhu Cheng immediately felt guilty and hesitated.

"I think you are not necessary, either. Yuqiu has come to our house to see your inkstone. I beg me several times and want to borrow it for use, so I will..."

"Little bastard!"

Zhu Yanxu cursed, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

In the afternoon, the Guibiao was at the time of the change of time. Zhu Yanxu was already carrying the inkstone rewrapped in a sandalwood box, as well as a few bags of good tea, two pots of flower carving wine and a few boxes of desserts from the temple building. He took these together and walked quickly to the location of Tianniufang.

He didn't come here often, so he found several people and asked the way before he found Ju'an Pavilion.

At that time, the haunted house in Ning'an County, especially Tianniufang, was very secretive. Now few people in Tianniufang remember this. The younger ones only said that "the deserted house where jujube trees never blossom and bear fruit."

The closer he got to Ju'an's small pavilion, Zhu Yanxu, who was in his seventies, began to get nervous. Finally, he arrived not far from the courtyard. He saw that the gate of the courtyard was half open. Before he could walk to the gate, he looked up and wanted to confirm it, but he didn't see the plaque of the courtyard.

"It's Lord Zhu, please come in!"

A sound of peace and peace in the plot came from the inside. It was obvious that Zhu Yanxu had not yet reached the door and was even more unlikely to be seen by the people inside, but since it was plotting, it was nothing strange.

Zhu Yanxu calmed down and quickly walked to the door of the small pavilion, opened the yard door and walked in. He saw the stone table inside, with the plaque being placed horizontally, while Jiyuan was standing by the table, fiddling with the pen and ink.

Ji Yuan looked up at Zhu Yanxu and said with a smile.

"Mr. Zhu asked me to come and sit here. The plaque in Xiao Pavilion has been too long and the red lacquer has almost finished. It happened that Ji was a little confident in writing, so I thought about writing it myself."

"Oh, so that's it. By the way, Mr. Ji, since you want to write, try my inkstone. This inkstone has its origin. It is called Yunshuiliu Inkstone. It was made by a master with superb skills in Ning'an County in the early years. It was used to cherish the materials. It was given to me by the magistrate Chen. I was a rough man who used it too much, so I used it to Mr. Ji. Oh, and these are all small gifts. It's almost the New Year, I just come to visit me and bring something..."

Jiyuan nodded.

"Mr. Zhu, please sit down. Put the things next to you first. This inkstone was given to you by Lord Chen. It is not easy for Ji to accept it, but I will accept the others."

"Uh, Oh!"

Zhu Yanxu was a little nervous. He wanted to put the thing on the table, but the plaque was there, so he put it on the table first. He watched Ji Yuan grinding the ink carefully, and a faint fragrance of ink wafted out.

Even if Zhu Yanxu was a martial artist, he instantly understood that this was the best ink.
Chapter completed!