With a few bangs, several corpses wearing night clothes were thrown outside the courtyard wall, and the guards of the Yang Mansion went back to recover their lives without looking back.
The next day, news spread throughout Yangzhou about the appearance of several corpses in the lanes of Yangzhou Prefecture. Zhou Lang sat in a small restaurant and listened with interest while waiting for the food to be served.
He turned to Uncle Shi and said, "Yangzhou looks quite prosperous, but it's even more chaotic than Luojiang County. The corpses of murderers can be thrown on the street, tsk tsk tsk."
Uncle Shi hesitated and said, "With more people, there will be more disputes, right?"
"There are not as many people as there are in the capital." Zhou Lang raised his hand and poured a cup of tea for himself, and poured it for them. He shook his head and said: "I have been in the capital for so many years, and although I have heard of many cases of dead people, but never
None of the bodies were left in the streets."
The person sitting at the table next to him was unconvinced and turned around and said: "Brother, those who died were not ordinary people, but assassins. Our Yangzhou City is not usually so chaotic, and ordinary people are still very safe."
Zhou Lang instantly became interested. He picked up a plate of snacks on the table, picked up the teapot, sat down, and asked him curiously, "Brother, tell me, I came from the capital and was passing by. This is just my second visit to Yangzhou.
So I’m not familiar with Yangzhou, who was assassinated?”
The man had already heard that Zhou Lang's accent was not from here, and also heard that he was from the capital, so he sighed: "Who else could it be? The corpses were all dumped in the alley of Changle Street. Of course it was in the Huainan Road Supervisory Office."
Thrown out."
Zhou Lang frowned, "Huainan Road Supervisory Office? Why does it sound so familiar to me?"
Zhou Lang thought hard, and it took him a long time to remember. He widened his eyes slightly and lowered his voice: "Then the inspector's surname is Yang?"
"Yes, it's Inspector Yang."
Zhou Lang sat closer and whispered more quietly, "Isn't he particularly handsome?"
The other party looked at him in surprise and nodded, "Yes, in fact, there are many good-looking people in our Jiangnan, but after Mr. Yang came, he is indeed the most handsome. Why, have you seen him?"
He didn't dare to say that he knew someone. How could someone who would come to this small restaurant to eat know someone like an immortal?
Zhou Lang slapped his thigh and said, "I've seen him before. He is also the most handsome man in the capital. He is very good-looking and extremely talented."
He frowned slightly, "No, why would the assassin assassinate Mr. Yang? He is a good person."
Can Man Bao's good friend not be a good person?
The other party looked around, then came closer, held his head with Zhou Lang and whispered: "Why else, of course it's for the salt."
He lowered his voice and said: "Many people came to Yangzhou to buy salt in the spring this year. Originally, the salt from Chuzhou and Hangzhou were all sent to Yangzhou and sold together. But for some reason this year, those people were waiting in Yangzhou.
I couldn’t get any salt for two months.”
Zhou Lang didn't know that it was Bai Shan and Zhou Man who robbed other people's business. He also lowered his voice with interest and asked: "Then what? Isn't your Jiangnan rich in salt? How come there isn't?"
"Yes, we are also wondering, there are so many salt fields, how come there is not even a single salt?" The other party whispered: "It was probably stolen by someone. Mr. Yang is a supervisor, so the crime was in his hands."
Here, alas, I heard from a distant cousin of my brother-in-law’s cousin’s family that Mr. Yang worked a lot to get the salt factory to produce salt, but as a result, they just refused to come out. Now all those who bought salt have left.
Well, the court wanted to question him, but they pushed Mr. Yang out instead."
He lowered his voice and said, "It is said that Mr. Yang gave random instructions, so the salt was boiled and there was no salt."
"Fart!" Zhou Lang said angrily: "Mr. Yang is not that kind of person. He always listens to other people's opinions. When he sees people farming, if others don't know a single word, he will listen to the old farmers and just plant the seeds.
How could he give random orders to such big things as planting and boiling salt?"
"Isn't that right? Hey, that's not right. How did you know?"
Zhou Lang proudly said: "Of course I know, Mr. Yang used to be the magistrate of our county!"
Zhou Lang sat in the small restaurant and spent more than an hour. Not only did he pay everyone's bill, he also ordered a new table of dishes and a bottle of wine, and asked Uncle Shi to brag and talk with them.
A lunch lasted until the evening, and dinner was also eaten together.
In the end, Zhou Lang left with a belly full of gossip. He couldn't digest it, so he pulled Uncle Shi and asked, "In this way, Mr. Yang is very dangerous here in Yangzhou. Do you think we should go and see Mr. Yang?"
Although Uncle Shi is more knowledgeable, he is not familiar with Yang Heshu. He pondered for a moment and then asked: "Did you plan to visit before?"
"No plan," Zhou Lang said, "Manbao didn't ask me to deliver anything, so why should I go?"
"Then don't go. Going now will only cause trouble for others."
Zhou Lang frowned and shook his head after a moment, "No, we will go back by boat in two days. I don't know what to do. Now that I know, why should I go take a look and ask, in case Yang
What should you do if something happens to you?"
Yang Heshu and Manbao Baishan have a very good relationship. Yang Heshu comes to visit whenever there is something going on at home. Every New Year there is a New Year gift...
Zhou Lang couldn't sleep anymore, so he immediately put on the shoes he had just taken off, turned around and rummaged through the box, "The box of pens we brought from Hangzhou, take out two of them, I will send them to Mr. Yang tomorrow, by the way."
Is there anything you need our help with..." Even if it's just sending a letter to Manbao Baishan.
He remembered what Man Bao said that she and Mr. Yang, Mr. Tang, and their group often helped each other in the officialdom.
Uncle Shi: "...just give me two pens?"
"Oh, it's not the gift that matters, but the affection." Zhou Lang felt that there was no need to go into too much detail about the gift. He just found an excuse to come to the door and ask if he needed any help. Is this very expensive item good? He just bought it for Man Bao and Bai Shan.
Yes, he felt distressed for a long time.
"Do you want to go?" Zhou Lang saw that Uncle Shi was unwilling, so he urged: "Go, go, we are acquaintances after all. It is a rare fate that we can meet each other in a foreign land."
Uncle Shi was silent for a long time, but still shook his head.
Zhou Lang tried again, but when he saw that he didn't agree and didn't force himself, he warned: "Then you order the goods again tomorrow and walk around Yangzhou City to see if there is anything else you need to buy. I will take Sanzhu and the others there."
Uncle Shi agreed, his mood fluctuating for a while.
When Yang Heshu was the county magistrate in Luojiang County, the Shi family was still one of the richest people in Luojiang County. Every New Year, Dragon Boat Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival, Uncle Shi was Yang Heshu's guest. When Yang Heshu left Luojiang County, although the Shi family was in a lot of decline,
The ancestral property is still there.
But now goodbye, he...
Seeing his old friends when he was down and out put a lot of pressure on him.