The monster cried sadly and felt offended.

As the county magistrate Mu Bin, Chen Jiyuan never expected that he would end like this today.

I found the porcelain kiln, looked inside and out, and then went back to tell the county magistrate, how could such a simple task be like this?

Chen Jiyuan couldn't figure it out.

Huang Wenjin couldn't understand even more. Could the porcelain kiln in Shiqiao Village be a dragon's den? Why did a simple spy make people look like humans and ghosts? Chen Jiyuan doesn't look like a mission failure, but instead he seems to be caught in bed.

"County Master, Ming Gong!" Chen Jiyuan cried loudly on the ground, and opened his eyes widened with swollen eyes, his nose and tears not only did not attract Huang Wenjin's pity, but he was even more disgusted.

No matter how you look, you look like a pig that has become a sperm.

"Tell me, what's wrong? Could it be that your behavior was exposed and the villagers were beaten like this?" Huang Wenjin said lightly.

"No, it's a hornet..." Chen Jiyuan felt guilty immediately.

Huang Wenjin was stunned and then sneered, and became increasingly dissatisfied with Chen Jiyuan. Although he was only a seventh-rank county magistrate, he was a serious civil servant after all. The most important thing to be an official is to be decent, whether he spoke or did things calmly, which was the most appropriate thing. Chen Jiyuan became so embarrassed, no matter what the reason for his failure was, Huang Wenjin's heart first deducted twenty points.

"Ming Gong, Shiqiao Village is a dangerous place. Wansheng was exploring near the porcelain kiln for several days. It was originally very smooth, and it even approached the inside of the porcelain kiln for a while. However, for some reason last night, an extremely large hornet nest fell from the sky. Wansheng had not been wary of it, so he returned with regret." Chen Jiyuan cried.

Huang Wenjin sighed to the sky, saying so much, but she was still a slut...

"The matter of tribute porcelain should be eliminated as soon as possible and do not cause any trouble." Huang Wenjin said worriedly: "If Chang'an is really set as tribute porcelain, my Qingcheng County will not be able to pay the annual taxes."

Chen Jiyuan was silent for a moment, and suddenly laughed. He pulled the wound on his face with a smile, which made him scream.

Huang Wenjin looked at him expressionlessly, and silently deducted him ten more in his heart.

"Ming Gong, although I had nothing to gain in Shiqiao Village, I have been staying in the neighboring village these days, and I have heard some news about the porcelain kiln in Shiqiao Village."

"What news?"

"An old man who guards the porcelain kiln in Shiqiao Village, named Xu Han, died inexplicably in the porcelain kiln a few days ago."

Huang Wenjin's heart moved and stroked her beard and pondered silently.

Chen Jiyuan continued: "There are many statements about the cause of Xu Han's death in the neighboring village, most of which are heard of it. Some say they suddenly fell ill in the middle of the night, some say they were killed by falling rocks, and some say they were killed by the troublemakers in Cuijiang Village... Although there are many different opinions on the cause of death, one thing is certain, that is, this person is indeed dead."

Huang Wenjin said in a deep voice: "You mean..."

"Ming Gong, no matter what the man named Xu Han died, he died in the porcelain kiln. People died in the porcelain kiln. This is a murder case. How can the porcelain kiln continue to open as if nothing happened?"

Huang Wenjin understood. It doesn’t matter how this person named Xu Han died. What’s important is that Xu Han’s death coincided with his thoughts and also gave him sufficient reasons to Guanfeng porcelain kiln. The porcelain kiln was sealed, and the matter of tribute porcelain naturally disappeared and was completely cut off.

After weighing the pros and cons, Huang Wenjin felt that the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this reason was perfect. He could explain it to the villagers below and the officials of Zhenguan Office. After all, it was natural for the county government to seize the murder case.

"You rest at home for two days, and then visit Xu Han's family and relatives after swelling. If the murder case is nailed down, I ordered the porcelain kiln in Shiqiao Village to be sealed."

"Late life receives the order."

Looking at Chen Jiyuan's indescribable ugly pig-headed face, Huang Wenjin closed her eyes in disgust and waved her hand.

"You go, don't go out before you can swell. There are many Taoist priests on Qingcheng Mountain, be careful that they will be taken away by them..."

Huang Wenjin looked indifferent, like a scumbag who didn't even wipe her pants.

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Two days later, Song Gensheng stood alone outside a restaurant in Qingcheng County, with his expression shrunk and walking on thin ice.

Life always changes without realizing it, sometimes it feels very subtle, but looking back many years later, it is turned upside down.

Song Gensheng felt that his life was also changing.

He was kicked out of Shiqiao Village by Gu Qing and told him seriously that if you want to become an official, you must first support your hope.

"Supering hope" is the only way to enter the Shilin circle. Especially when there is basically no hope in the scientific research, entering the Shilin through the way of maintaining hope and finding a position as a minor official can be considered as stepping into the officialdom with half a foot. Later, if you want to be promoted from "Superior" to "Official", it is much easier to operate.

According to Gu Qing's instructions, today is the day when Song Gensheng became famous. On a public occasion, he wrote a poem about the ancient and modern times, which was widely praised and became famous since then. This "hope" was basically established. From then on, Song Gensheng was no longer Song Gensheng, but he was the "Song Talent" among the literary people of Qingcheng County and even Jiannan Dao.

Of course the reason is correct, but Song Gensheng was standing outside the restaurant at the moment, but he was struggling in an extremely difficult mood.

Because the things he used to make a name for were not his own, but Gu Qing's. Although Gu Qing didn't mind, he still felt a deep sense of shame.

At this moment, he suddenly regretted why he heard Gu Qing's words chanting "I hope people will live long and share the beauty of the moon with thousands of miles away" that night. He even regretted why he had to follow the truth and get the full text of the long and short sentence afterwards.

If he didn't know anything, he was still the simple and happy mountain village boy.

Unfortunately, Song Gensheng no longer had a choice. Gu Qing told him that if he didn’t become famous today, don’t go back to Shiqiao Village.

Standing at the entrance of the restaurant for a long time, Song Gensheng finally gritted his teeth and entered the restaurant.

The restaurant is very simple. Of course, the restaurant in a county town cannot be expected to be very high-end. Except for the literati and businessmen with a wealthy background, ordinary people cannot afford it.

Song Gensheng was not short of money, so Gu Qing gave him a lot of money before leaving.

After entering the restaurant, I found a place to sit down. There were many guests in the restaurant. It was the clear and refreshing autumn season. At this time of year, it was the time for scholars to travel together. Qingcheng County is located in Jiannan Road. Shu is mountainous and has steep scenery. Shu is prosperous in religion and has many monks, temples and Taoist temples. It is one of the popular attractions that scholars in the Tang Dynasty like to visit.

Song Gensheng sat in the restaurant, looking around uncomfortable. When the shopkeeper's smile was almost exhausted, he finally ordered a pot of green ant wine and two dishes to serve wine.

When the shopkeeper was hunching enthusiastically and was about to go down to deliver the dishes, Song Gensheng stopped him and asked the shopkeeper shyly if he could give him pens and ink. The shopkeeper was stunned and looked at him up and down.

Wearing a long gown, she looks pretty and has a thin figure, exuding a gentle and elegant smell.

Well, literati.

To be precise, it is a literati who likes to write and draw.

Literati of this era did have the habit of writing randomly, especially in scenic spots. People who have been in a thousand years later think that this is not of quality. This is true, but it also depends on what the people write randomly. It is of course not of quality when writing a certain person's trip here. But if you write a wonderful poem that has been famous for a lifetime, it is extremely elegant, which is called a century-old story, and the place where the poems are left will become a famous scenic spot in the future for future generations to come here to admire.

People and poetry, poetry and scenery are all mutually fulfilling relationships.
Chapter completed!