Jiaxian County is thirty miles away from Guanyi in Heshan County.
Wu Jin kept walking on the official road without stopping - he wanted to run wildly, but he couldn't. If he finished in one breath, he would not be able to finish the thirty miles.
The sky was gray and dark, the ground was covered with tree shadows, and there was no one around. The wind was like a thousand crossbows, blowing Wu Jin's hair out of place.
He just walked, sweat brushed over his face over and over again, rushed into his eyes, and dripped into his mouth. His arms were red and swollen. The branches Chang Long was tied to had already moved, but they were still tightly tied to his arms, oppressing him.
His arms looked like they were going to explode.
The sky gradually turned into dark blue, then into cyan, and the sky was about to be bright. Wu Jin was extremely tired, his legs and feet were dragging heavily on the ground, and he did not dare to sit down and rest, so he rushed to Jiaxian County.
It was already noon when we arrived at Jiaxian County.
His hair was disheveled, the bloodstains on his clothes were covered by mud and water, and his eyes were bloodshot. Pedestrians avoided him. He asked people about the delivery shop, and someone pointed out the location, so he immediately moved forward step by step.
There is no post coupon - but Jiaxian County belongs to Kuanzhou, and the people in the delivery shop must be familiar with Mo Qianlan's name. If he knew that Kuanzhou's autumn grain was robbed, the county magistrate of Jiaxian County would definitely send the news to Kuanzhou Prefecture, and Mo Qianlan would get it.
Get the news.
He was walking with difficulty, and a carriage blocked his way. Just as he was looking up to find a way out, he suddenly saw Yin Bei.
Yin Bei stood outside the carriage, lifted the curtain, and someone leaned out and got out of the carriage awkwardly - it was Zhao Shiheng!
Wu Jin's eyes suddenly widened, his body and mind were violently shaken, and he couldn't believe his eyes: "Sir?"
"Sir!" He suddenly raised his voice, and then ran towards the carriage like crazy, "Mr. Zhao!"
Yin Bei and Zhao Shiheng both called over. Yin Bei made a very defensive posture at first, but then his eyes widened so much that they almost fell out of their sockets: "Wu Jin?"
An unrecognizable Wu Jin, with broken muscles and bones, unkempt face.
Zhao Shiheng strode towards Wu Jin. He was walking too fast, and his limp was obvious. His usually calm face was also shocked. He stretched out his hand to support Wu Jin, and then looked at Wu Jin's right hand: "What happened?
?”
Wu Jin's body was heavy, but his voice was light and floated into Zhao Shiheng's ears: "Heshan County Guanyi, the thieves robbed the autumn grain and captured Lingfeng."
Zhao Shiheng stood frozen on the spot, turning to look at the equally horrified Yin Bei. He suddenly came back to his senses, released his hold on Wu Jin's hand, hurriedly took out the post coupons from his sleeve pocket, and stuffed them into Yin Bei's hand: "Go quickly
Go to the delivery shop and send a message to the uncle!"
"Oh," Yin Bei was still shocked. He took the post ticket and suddenly woke up, "Oh!"
He ran away and went to the delivery shop to deliver the letter. Zhao Shiheng asked his entourage to pick up his luggage and follow him. He once again held Wu Jin's hand and helped him walk to the inn to take him to get treatment and wash up. At the same time, he felt for the first time
It felt rough in the palm of Wu Jin’s hand.
He was obviously a scribe, but his hands were covered with calluses, covering all the joints of his fingers. They were the traces of diligent study and hard work in order to survive.
Wu Jin followed Zhao Shiheng, stepped across the threshold of the inn, and suddenly asked: "Why are you here, sir?"
What a coincidence.
Zhao Shiheng waved the waiter to come over and said: "After you left, the city changed. The Jiedu envoy saw that the girl didn't bring the cloak she usually wears, and she didn't bring the mink or rabbit, so he asked me to rush to deliver it.
Come on, I've been running around for days, and I'm almost exhausted."
Wu Jin gave a vague "hmm" and had no energy to think about it carefully or explain his doubts.
There were not many people in the inn. After Zhao Shiheng took out the money, the waiter immediately and thoughtfully called for a doctor. He led Zhao and Wu into the backyard and picked out a good room for them to rest.
While waiting for hot water and the doctor, the boy put his luggage on the table. Wu Jin sat quietly in the chair, and his soul fell into a tired silence. A strange smell floated around the room, like the frankincense commonly used in inns, but the aroma was mixed with...
It smelled like water.
Zhao Shiheng opened the lid of the incense burner and saw inside the frankincense "black couch", a defective product. It must have become discolored after being dampened, which is why it smelled so fishy.
He used copper chopsticks to bury the incense in the ashes and looked back at Wu Jin - Wu Jin was on the verge of collapse and could only hold on for a breath. Even the fingers on his right hand were swollen to a terrifying level, which was shocking.
Zhao Shiheng couldn't bear to see it.
If the broken bone is properly reattached, it will eventually grow back, but Wu Jin will also miss next spring.
He has known Wu Jin for two full years, and has already understood this upright and upright young man. Wu Jin's every move is not unexpected. Only this broken arm is the ironclad proof that he is dark and sneaky.
Walking to Wu Jin, he whispered: "Go to sleep, we will do the rest."
It has been three days since the night of the second day of October, when the Heshan County Guan Posthouse was robbed. The ones who arrived faster than Jezhou Prefecture were Mo Qianlan, the governor of Kuanzhou Prefecture, and Mo Qianlan, who had borrowed money from Baozhai to suppress the enemy.
One hundred elite soldiers of the bandits.
The group traveled hundreds of miles day and night, and arrived outside Heshan County at noon on the fifth day of October.
The elite soldiers did not enter Jeju, but camped directly at the junction of the two counties to conceal their presence. Zhao Shiheng took command here, while Mo Qianlan led his entourage and entered the Heshan County government office first.
When the county government of Heshan County was first built, it was built hastily. Although the internal organs were complete, as time went by, it became difficult to conceal the embarrassment everywhere.
Even though there have been repairs, there is no money in the county and the repairs are sloppy. Only the front of the lobby still retains its majestic appearance. Starting from the second hall, the cold wind has been threatening, getting in through the rotten wood, door cracks, and window edges, screaming.
It is difficult to maintain grace.
At this time, all four doors in the second hall were hung with new thick cloth curtains. Inside the curtains was a large charcoal basin filled with red charcoal.
Seal tightly.
The person in charge of the house has been changed from the county magistrate to Mo Qianlan.
Mo Qianlan was especially afraid of the cold. Even though there was so much charcoal fire, his hands and feet were as cold as pig iron. There was a long-lasting cold in his internal organs, and his heart was as solid as ice, and he could not be warmed no matter what.
He was wearing a cloak and holding a thin piece of paper in his hand. The handwriting on it was ugly and dissolute, but every word had weight - ten thousand guan of money weighed tens of thousands of catties.
The bandits asked for 10,000 guan of money. They didn't want banknotes or silver, but only copper coins. If they didn't deliver it before the sixth hour of October, they would return Mo Lingfeng's body.
When Mo Qianlan arrived, even the roads in Jeju Prefecture had not yet been built. Zhang Gongfeng and the magistrate of Heshan County raised money everywhere, but they could not even raise one thousand guans.
Zhang Gongfeng sat at the second table and reached out to bring the tea. His face was full of sorrow, and his thoughts were floating in his heart. He held the thin porcelain cup with his fingers and did not bring the tea to his mouth for a long time.
He was afraid of Mo Qianlan - Mo Qianlan was once broken by Jin Shang's hand and lurked in Kuanzhou. He looked like a useless person, but in fact no one knew how far his hand was stretched out.
He was also worried about Mo Lingfeng - if he came back alive, could he still take the person away?
Everyone has a sad look, so his face is no different from ordinary people, and no one can guess what he is thinking.
County magistrate Zhou Shengfeng accompanied him at the end of the table, and told Mo Qianlan as if walking on thin ice that he had recently cleaned up the post office, rescued five students, and raised another thousand dollars.
At the same time, he also found out where the thief was - something everyone knew.