The bustle of the capital at night is no less than during the day.
After the new emperor ascended the throne, the country became stable, and the aftermath of the Jin Dynasty's chaos gradually subsided. The curfew was lifted three years ago, and the capital returned to the city that never sleeps.
The restaurants and tea shops are brightly lit, the brothels and art shops are colorful with flowers and willows, there are night cruises on the river that passes through the city, and there are small vendors with angry wind lanterns on the streets. Everyone, rich or poor, can enjoy themselves.
Even people standing in front of wonton pickers on the street can smile after taking a sip of wonton soup.
The pick is simple. He picks up a fire here and stuffs and dough over there. The old man selling wontons wraps the wontons with one hand and throws them into a small pot on the fire with the other hand. He rolls them a few times to scoop them out, and then hangs them in front of him.
Grab a handful of powdered seasoning in a small jar.
There were no tables and chairs, so the guests took the bowls and ate standing up. After a few mouthfuls of food, the salty aroma filled their mouths, dispelling the chill of late autumn, and they continued on their way.
"Old man Qiu, are you still walking three streets tonight?" asked the customer holding the bowl, who was obviously a regular customer.
The stall owner, Mr. Qiu, laughed and said: "It's cold and business is good. We can sell almost everything in just two streets."
The guest laughed: "Get rich, get rich, get rich."
There were noisy footsteps on the street in the dark night, and a group of policemen walked quickly in the flickering lights.
"Maybe these servants are here to eat wontons too." The customer said with a smile, "You can only take one street and they will be sold out."
The police officers were busy with official duties and could not go to restaurants to eat or drink when they were hungry or thirsty, so they preferred to stand on the roadside, take a bite and then leave.
Old Man Qiu had also done their business and was going to greet them. Counting the number of people, this group of people could finish the wontons and he could close the stall early tonight.
Before he even opened his mouth to say hello, he saw the group of policemen surrounding him with cheers.
Zhang Yuan looked at the old man.
"Qiu Laosi." he said.
Old man Qiu nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, I am, Mr. Cha -"
Zhang Yuan's eyes fell down on his feet: "Why are you wearing straw sandals?"
The old man Qiu was stunned. He lowered his head and looked at his feet. He was wearing a pair of straw sandals. Why?
This is really a strange question.
"This, I've been wearing this since I was a kid. It's very convenient for walking around the streets." He said, "The most important thing is that it's cheap——"
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yuanyi waved his hand: "Take him away."
The officers swarmed up and held Old Qiu down.
"Master Chao, Master Chao, what's going on?" Old Man Qiu shouted in panic, "I have been selling wontons in a safe manner, and I use the ingredients properly——"
Zhang Yuan ignored him with a stern face, waved his hand, and the guards escorted Old Man Qiu away.
"Take this one with you too." Zhang Yuan pointed to the wonton pick.
Then some officers came forward and picked up the burden.
Zhang Yuan looked to the side. The guests on the side were already stunned. Seeing Zhang Yuan looking over, he subconsciously took a step back.
"What shoes are you wearing?" Zhang Yuan asked.
The guest said blankly: "Bu, cloth shoes."
Zhang Yuan glanced at him and made sure that his feet were ordinary cloth shoes. He reached out and grabbed the empty bowl from the guest's hand. He looked at it carefully, then threw it into the bucket on the load and walked forward without paying any attention to it.
go.
The guards followed him with cheers, mixed with Old Man Qiu's cries of injustice, which made the night a bit weirder.
"What, what's going on?" the guest stammered, looking down at his feet, "Is it a crime to wear straw sandals?"
"Zhang Yuan! What are you crazy about?"
In Jingzhao Mansion, the governor stood in the lobby and lost his temper.
It was already difficult for the emperor of Jingzhao Mansion to be the governor. In addition, the new emperor was diligent in his administration and used ruthless personnel to spy. All officials in the government were wary and cautious.
After three years in office, Fu Yin finally managed to straighten out his relationships. He had extensive contacts in all directions, and his life had just become more comfortable. However, first the death of a scholar caused trouble, and then his reckless subordinates caused trouble.
"I had already anticipated the case of the scholar. Students from all over the country go to Beijing to take the exam. There are many people and things to do, they travel long distances, and they are not accustomed to the climate. In addition, the scholars are also very competitive. Something will definitely happen. If something happens, just let it go.
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"Things are so easy, but why are you, Zhang Yuan, so crazy!"
Fu Yin pointed to the straw sandals scattered on the ground.
"What do you want to do these days by arresting people wearing straw sandals everywhere and causing panic in the capital?"
Zhang Yuan said in a low voice: "Sir, first of all, the scholar case is over, so I am catching the murderer."
The governor was annoyed: "Why is it gone? The facts of the case are clear, everyone in the Liu family has left, and I have sealed the papers, so why is it gone?"
"The murderer, the Mohist murderer has not been caught yet." Zhang Yuan said in a deep voice.
The governor immediately yelled at him: "What a Mohist, don't talk nonsense, there is no evidence."
"So I'm looking for evidence again. Besides, I'm not arresting you, sir. I'm just asking them to ask about the situation -" Zhang Yuan said.
Before he finished speaking, a clerk hurried in outside the door.
"Sir, the people from Duchasi came here with the prisoner and said he would put him in our cell as agreed."
The Fu Yin was stunned for a moment and said: "What, what's the matter, the cells in Dali Temple are not enough for them?"
Huo Lian came to occupy the cell in Dali Temple and the news spread all over the place. The governor was still laughing behind his back. Liu Yan looked aloof and did not obey Huo Lian.
Why do the cells in Jingzhao Mansion need to be used now?
Also, what does it mean to agree?
"Sir," Zhang Yuan said muffledly, "I promised it to Governor Huo."
After listening to Zhang Yuan's story, Fu Yin was so angry that he almost fainted.
"Are you crazy?" He pointed at Zhang Yuan and asked, "Huo Lian said that Mo disciples wear straw sandals, so you go and arrest those who wear straw sandals? There are so many people wearing straw sandals in the world, do you want to arrest them all?"
The chief clerk next to him shook his head and said: "Zhang Canjun, that Huo Lian acts without rules and regulations, and can arrest everyone as a suspect, but our Jingzhao Mansion cannot, you are trying to cause civil unrest."
Zhang Yuan hurriedly explained: "I didn't arrest people randomly. They were all suspected of committing crimes. For example, the wonton seller. He has been in the capital for more than ten years and is very familiar with the streets and alleys. He can also make many friends by selling wontons. There are also Westerners.
Those craftsmen in the city specialize in making ladders. They can connect several seemingly short ladders to go up to three floors directly. They can also be installed and dismantled. Isn't this flying over eaves and walls silently? And -
"
Fu Yin grabbed the document on the desk and threw it at Zhang Yuan, cursing: "And your head."
Zhang Yuan let the book fall on him.
"I don't care how lively you say it," Fu Yin yelled, "but you have to understand one thing. It has never been in our dynasty, nor has it ever been in ancient times, because wearing straw sandals is a crime!"
Zhang Yuan stopped talking. He also knew that arresting people with straw sandals alone was a bit ridiculous.
"Also, if it is true that Mo Tu is a remnant of the Jin Dynasty and is the responsibility of the Inspector General, it has nothing to do with us. When they catch it and interrogate it and it is related to this case, they will hand it over to us." Fu Yin
Heartbroken, "You have always done things calmly, why did you suddenly become confused!"
"Because I can't just watch the murderer go unpunished. The remnants of the Jin Dynasty are under the control of the Ducha Si, and those who sneaked into the capital to kill people are under the control of our Jingzhao Mansion." Zhang Yuan said in a low voice, "We can't just because the Du Chasi should be in charge.
No matter what, Chasi doesn't care, are we just going to wait? Waiting for that Mo disciple to commit another murder?"
Before Fu Yin could speak, there was the sound of applause from outside.
The Fuyin Chief Registrar and Zhang Yuan both turned around and saw a man wearing black clothes from the Ducha Division approaching, it was Zhu Chuan.
"Zhang Canjun said it well." He said, "The governor has always said that the yamen in the capital are lazy and slippery in doing things and only rely on others. Unexpectedly, Jingzhao Mansion is extraordinary. These are the good officials and yamen of my great Zhou Dynasty.
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The chief secretary of Fu Yin didn't look very good. It was not good to be scolded by the Du Cha Si, but it was even weirder to be praised by the Du Cha Si.
And no one believed that this was really a compliment.
Zhang Yuan's expression was not that good, and he said dullly: "I don't dare to take the responsibility, just do my duty. I hope Governor Huo will not forget his duty."
Zhu Chuan smiled: "Of course, we are ordered to serve the country and solve problems for everyone. Therefore, when I learned that Zhang Canjun, you sent people to Jiaozhou to look for clues, the governor also asked Jiaozhou to assist. Just now, we sent a message with the tenants
A portrait of the most suspect person who my wife has had contact with."
He took out the scroll from his sleeve.
Picture of the suspect!
Zhang Yuan was surprised. He didn't care to look at Fu Yin's face and stepped forward to take it.
