Looking at the figure leaving quickly on the pier, on the big ship, a round fat man also walked forward with a smile and asked the dark-faced man beside the railing.
"Humph, in such a poor place, a bag of wine is already quite good." The dark-faced man who had been flattering just now changed his face suddenly after hearing the voice behind him, from flattery to deep disdain in an instant.
His expression and voice also became cooler.
"Ahem, don't underestimate this place."
Seeing the change in the face of the dark-faced man, the fat man didn't think it was strange at all. He stood beside the man with a smile, looked into the distance while holding on to the railing, and said: "Let's not say that we are not poor here. Let's just say that since the Marquis let
When you and I come here, it means there must be something unusual here."
"Unusual? How come I didn't notice it? There are too many tricks here besides Fanzi. How can we keep up with Jiangnan?"
"Hey, don't always compare Jiangnan with other places. I think the purpose of our trip is these gossips, Maozi!"
"They? A bunch of uncivilized poor people! Even if they are fried and drained, how much oil and water will they have? It is probably not worth as much as the ship we are sitting on!"
Hey, we also can’t figure out why the Marquis must build these sea-going ships! Not to mention the cost of death, we don’t dare to drive into the canal for fear of being stranded accidentally! With this money, we can’t make some sand ships to carry cargo.
?If it really doesn’t work, you can just make a manned building boat!”
On the big boat, the dark-faced man couldn't hold back and kept slapping the railings to complain. The good-tempered fat man couldn't help but frown.
"Isn't that what you said last night in front of the Marquis?" After a while, the fat man who really couldn't stand it looked at the man with a strange expression and said.
The black-faced man's face suddenly turned red when the fat man exposed his lie: "Ahem, isn't it? It means the same thing, right?"
"About?" The fat man rolled his eyes and said angrily: "It's a big difference! How do I remember last night that you praised the Marquis for his unique vision and built such a big ship that can run sideways on the sea!"
When the man heard this, his face suddenly turned redder. He hesitated for a long time before saying: "Well, you must have heard wrong. Crabs are running sideways. If someone's boat is running sideways, then it shouldn't be
It sank."
"Is it?"
"Absolutely! If you don't believe it, ask other people. I, Ma Laoliu, am known as an honest man and I never lie!"
"..."
On the boat, Ma Laoliu and Yang Kailue, who had come from afar, were still having a "cordial discussion" about what happened last night.
In the Guangzhou County Government Office, the county magistrate Mr. Hong already looked as sad and angry as a dead mother, walking around in the bedroom with his hands behind his back.
Guangzhou is a very large city.
It stands to reason that for a city of this size, a prefecture would be set up in the county, and the manager would be promoted to the prefect or city guard level. This would also facilitate the management of the city.
However, as the only important town in Lingnan, Guangzhou City has some exceptions.
Because of the existence of the monster Feng Ang, not to mention the city guard, even if there was an eighth governor, he would probably have to squat in the corner and draw circles under the power of the King of Lingnan.
Therefore, Li Shimin, who saw this clearly, simply did not bother to set up more officials, and directly let Magistrate Hong be responsible for managing this entire special city.
Of course, when it comes to management, Mr. Hong, the county magistrate, can be said to be the most useless and least existential magistrate in the entire Tang Dynasty!
There was Feng An, the governor, and the clan chiefs of various tribes below. He was the only seventh-grade county magistrate caught in the middle. Apart from maintaining public order and collecting taxes from vendors, he had nothing else to do every day.
Even if there is a fight in the city, it will be resolved by the respective clan leaders first. If it cannot be resolved, they will go directly to the governor's office, except for him, a small temple god, completely forgotten.
Therefore, after learning that Xiao Han had arrived yesterday, Magistrate Hong, who was supposed to go to see him, still acted like a duck out of habit.
I have been in Guangzhou for five years!
These five years of ordinary life have long since turned the high-spirited Magistrate Hong into a carefree Buddha! His passion has also been frozen into ice within these five years.
Anyway, he doesn't expect to be promoted again in this life, and there is no need to rush to curry favor with Xiao Han. Just living in peace until he retires and returns to his hometown seems to be a good choice for Magistrate Hong.
However, even though he thought so, he also did this! But what the "Buddhist" Magistrate Hong never expected was that even though he had kept such a low profile, God still refused to let him go!
Last night, when Feng Ang's close confidant Awen led a large group of people to the county prison, he almost fainted on the spot after hearing the news!
These scum in the city really dare to mess with anyone? How can they break Xiao Han's legs? This is obviously to get the head on his neck, Lao Hong!
"It's a troubled time, it's a troubled time!"
He suddenly raised his head and looked outside the room. The big tree with a few yellow leaves on it was swaying slightly in the wind. Magistrate Hong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and shook his head helplessly.
"Dong dong dong..."
Perhaps, it was to verify Magistrate Hong's words.
After he finished talking about the eventful time, he was just about to sit down and rest, but before his butt touched the chair, a rush of drums suddenly sounded outside the county government office. The dull drum beats came directly from the front yard to here in an instant.
.
"Who is beating the drum to complain?"
Frightened by the sound of the drum, Magistrate Hong jumped up from his chair and looked angrily at the front yard with his small eyes.
If, on a normal day, he would have been ecstatic when he heard the sound of drums, sighing that he had not been forgotten at last!
But at this time, how could he, who was so upset, have the time to think about solving the case? Even the last time he solved the case was a year ago!
"I'm telling you, sir, it's a man who claims to be from Sanyuan County, Chang'an, who is playing the drums!" Soon! A police officer carrying a water-fire cudgel came running from the front yard and knelt down on one knee to report.
"Bang..."
"Sanyuan County, Xiaohou?"
As the officer's words fell, there was a sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and with it came the trembling voice of Magistrate Hong.
"Dong dong dong..."
In front of the county government office, the dusty drum was still being beaten hard by fools.
With every drop of the pair of drum hammers, a large cloud of dust turned into ripples, trembling around the drum.
Xiao Han, who was standing at the bottom of the steps, covered his mouth and nose and waved his hands at the idiot.
What the hell kind of drum is this? How long has it been since anyone beat it? Is the public security in Guangzhou so good that people don’t pick up things on the street and don’t close their doors at night?
No, if this is really the case, then why should someone break in and interrupt your hands and feet when you are eating by yourself?
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