Xie Changshi, Wang Zhizhou, and Cai Zhifu sighed, shed tears, and regretted in the post. Unknowingly, they chatted for a long time. Wang Zhizhou left the post and sat on the sedan. He felt dizzy as if he had lived in another world.
feeling.
When the gong sounded, he came back to his senses and realized that his trip was in vain.
He and Magistrate Cai were all led by Xie Chuan, and they didn't say anything they wanted to say.
"People should not be judged by their appearance. Xie Changshi looks gentle and soft-spoken. I didn't expect that he has some skills and actually fooled me."
He wondered again: "Isn't this guy a storyteller?"
And when he recalled it now, Xie Changshi talked endlessly, and his words were so dense that he couldn't get in even if he squashed them. But when he thought about it carefully, he said it was all nonsense, and not a single word was of use to him.
In the rickety sedan chair, Wang Zhizhou was full of doubts. He thought for a long time, but could not figure out Xie Chuan's purpose.
What is he delaying?
Is it possible that by staying in the post and not going out, the King of Jin will be waiting for him to come out?
Thinking of this, he sneered and said to himself: "No matter what you think, if King Jin could show up, he would have showed up long ago. It has been several days, and King Jin is still missing. He is either dead or disabled."
, the garrison is not a vegetarian."
When getting off the sedan, he grabbed Magistrate Cai and said, "If we go tomorrow, we must get Xie Changshi out of the post office and take him to the smelting field."
Magistrate Cai felt the same way: "Don't mention King Jin anymore, my eyes will be swollen from crying."
"Just think of it as crying for the King of Jin."
The two of them returned home, ate, drank, washed, and regained their composure. The next day, they sounded the gong again to clear the way, and headed to Guanyi with great momentum. They secretly vowed to bring Xie Chuan out. Even if they didn't go to the smelting field, they would take him to his house and keep him under strict supervision.
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Who would have thought that I would go in with high spirits, only to come out with a disgraced face?
Today they did not mention the King of Jin, but only the smelters. Xie Chuan talked about how many smelters had crashed since this dynasty, when they happened, how many casualties there were, and how the judges, county magistrates, prefects, prefects, and transportation departments of the smelters had suffered.
Punishment, and if you do well in matters such as pensions, not only will you not be jailed, but you will also be praised by the Holy Spirit and promoted.
Wang and Cai nodded their heads after hearing this, wishing that Xie Chuan could explain it in more detail and see how the pension was paid. Is it too late to increase the pension now? They also asked Xie Chuan, those officials who punished the crime, if they would be able to retaliate later?
Xie Chuan knew everything and always answered questions. The two husbands' little thoughts in front of him were like chickens showing off their wings, which was not worth mentioning.
After sending the dizzy two people away, Xie Chuan took a sip of hot tea. Before he could catch his breath, the doorman and the cook from the hotel came together and stood aside cautiously.
Xie Chuan said kindly, "You two are looking for me but you don't have enough money?"
The cook scratched his head: "Enough..."
Menzi hurriedly bumped into him: "It's not enough."
Xie Chuan asked his entourage to take a tael of silver and give it to the cook. After the cook took it, he hesitated and seemed to have something to say.
"Are you looking for me in trouble?"
"Yes," Menzi bumped into the cook, "Third brother, tell me!"
The cook hesitated for a moment and then said to Xie Chuan: "Ms. Xie, you must not go to Wang Zhizhou's mansion."
Xie Chuan smiled and said: "Why is that? I see Wang Zhizhou sincerely invites you, so I will go soon."
The cook was heartbroken and spoke.
It turned out that Wang Zhizhou, whose real name was Wang Kuang, was the best at flattery and even more narrow-minded. People said that the prime minister's belly could hold a boat, but his belly couldn't even move a small bench.
Relying on his own financial resources and backing, he inherited a small part of Zhang Xutang's mantle, and continued to poison Zezhou's officialdom, eliminate dissidents, and win over allies, which was simply a source of pain for the people of Zezhou.
The newly arrived officials were ignorant. The previous one, Xing Xing Xianggong, was the new official's first thorn in the side. He wanted to clean up Zezhou's officialdom. Wang Zhizhou invited him to many banquets, but he refused to go.
Just when the common people were looking forward to the executioner, hoping that he could return the blue sky to Zezhou, they did not expect that he would fall into the beauty trap first.
It was also because Xing Xianggong himself was unclean. He had just arrived in Zezhou for half a month, and he took in a concubine who was as beautiful as a flower. That night, he had his eggs cut off and he became an eggless person.
He ran away without a trace.
The punishment was very difficult, but I didn't dare to report it to the official. I stayed here for a year in despair, and then I managed to leave.
This matter was not widely known. The cook knew about it because he happened to be cooking for Xin Tixing, and the two eggs were thrown into the grate where the meat was placed in the kitchen.
The cook gestured at the size of the egg: "It's so big, it scared me to have nightmares for a month."
Xie Chuan didn't expect to live here and hear such strange things, which were even stranger than the tabloid run by his son. He asked: "What is the name of the prisoner you mentioned?"
"They all call him Mr. Ge." The cook thought about it carefully, "I heard he is a beauty."
"Ge Meiren?" Xie Chuan thought about it, but couldn't think of such a taboo name in official circles.
After thinking for a moment, he suddenly said "Oh" in realization.
It’s not Ge Meiren, but Kong Mu Ge Renmei from the military case.
This is really hard to find, and it takes no effort at all to get there.
Military case - the name list of the generals and generals in charge of the Yamen Division, the names of the soldiers in the four rows of Coast Division, the monthly account of the Treasury, the system of good and bad months, the official residence, the governors of various states, the transfer of subordinates, the merits and demerits of the officials of this division,
The three departments include the accounts and prisons of subordinate officials, shipbuilding, catching and stealing, fleeing and losing assets, and prohibiting money.
The King of Jin had no troops and was constrained everywhere. If they could start from the military case, even if they only had the name list, it would be enough for them to use the name list to find hundreds of thousands of routes in the camp.
I'm just afraid that I won't have this opportunity.
Xie Chuan's heart was agitated, but his face was still smiling. In Xie Zhou's words, he was like an old smiling tiger. He thanked the cook for his kindness and said that he would not stay at Wang Zhizhou's mansion again - not only would he not stay there,
Nor did he accept the beauties he sent.
The cook felt relieved, held the door open and walked away together.
Xie Chuan was in high spirits during happy events. While planning his actions after returning to Beijing, he was waiting for the news from Su Xiaojun from Kyoto.
Su Xiaojun and three peasant women went through many difficulties and dangers and entered Kyoto in the middle of the day.
There were as many people chasing them as crucian carp crossing the river. If he hadn't met You Song halfway, and You Song and Hou Er acted at the same time to distract the pursuers, he would not have survived in Kyoto.
At the moment, Yu Song and Hou Er are still running for their lives in the cold wind.
The streets of Kyoto were full of joy, with colorful flags and red paper everywhere. Three peasant women hunched their necks and looked quietly to both sides - not daring to look up, for fear that they would be beaten or scolded if they looked more.
They feel inferior to others and are afraid that their own eyes will be despicable and other people's things will be dirty.
Su Xiaojun did not look around, but walked straight to the Quemen Drum Division.
Under the night, a big drum stood silently waiting.
He stood in front of the drum and did not move until the fourth watch, when the bronze bell of Daxiangguo Temple struck fiercely. The frost bell was so powerful that the whole city was shocked. People heard the bell and moved, preparing to go to court and enter the market.
As soon as the bells stopped ringing, Su Xiaojun beat the Dengwen drum in the dark night, and the drum sound was also melodious into the market.