Jia Lian quietly took out the fried dough sticks from his sleeve, stretched out his hand and silently moved over, leaving a mimeograph mark on the back of the tall young man.
Stamping completed.
Jia Lian tiptoed away from this dangerous place again, still hiding the fried dough stick in his sleeve.
It wasn't until he stepped into the gate of the mountain temple again and saw the two pot cooks and the driver taking a nap leaning on the mule cart that Jia Lian breathed a sigh of relief.
As the sky dimmed, Long'er came to deliver a message, saying that Jiuhua's injury had stabilized temporarily.
Qu Siping and his wife recited "Amitabha" repeatedly and kowtowed to the mountain god.
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Once people are safe for the time being, it's their turn to solve problems.
Jia Lian grabbed Qu Siping:
"Didn't you say you knew it was the Xiang family who set the fire? How could you not go to the government to file a complaint?"
Qu Siping stamped his feet and said:
"It's been over the past few decades! They have done a lot of harm to us, and we even went to the Yamen to file complaints at first.
But they are from a local wealthy family, and they are all relatives. There are people in the yamen, and Baojia is also one of their own. There is no way we can win. They also accuse us of false accusations. We have been beaten and fined money, and now we understand it.
If you die unjustly, you will not complain."
Jia Lian shook his head and sighed:
People suffer, both in ancient and modern times.
"Laoqu, have you forgotten that I am here now?
You pack up now, take a mule cart, and go to Shuntian Mansion to file a complaint. I'll wait for you there."
Jia Lian asked his waiters to take care of Qu Siping and his wife as they returned slowly, while he and Long Er ran back to the "Fu Shui Shao Guo" first.
After getting on the carriage back to the city, the exhausted Jia Lian said, "Go straight to Shuntianfu Yamen" and closed his eyes. He couldn't care less about the bumpy carriage. He fell asleep in the carriage.
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Jia Lian had the official position of a fifth-grade Tongzhi, which was the deputy position of the magistrate of Shuntian Prefecture. He was responsible for salt, grain, poaching, river defense, sea frontier, river engineering, water conservancy, cleaning up military status, and appeasing the people and foreigners in the capital.<
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It's just that his official position was donated with money, and he himself will inherit the title of Rongguofu in the future. Therefore, the yamen did not arrange any affairs for the second master Lian, and spent all the months in the yamen to take care of it.
A face.
This time Jia Lian walked into the Shuntian Government Office again, and even the officer guarding the door was stunned for a while before he realized:
Oh, isn’t this Mr. Jia, the same acquaintance, right? Good guy, I haven’t seen him in half a year, and he looks strange to me.
But Mr. Jia, who is a Tongzhi, is Mr. Jia, not to mention other colleagues in the yamen. Even Mr. Song, the current magistrate of Shuntian Prefecture and the leader of local affairs in Gyeonggi Province, always smiles when he sees Jia Lian, and he must salute according to the rules when he sees Jia Lian.
,Hurry up and hold on:
"No need to worry, we are all our own people. This is not a business room, so the politeness is too polite."
Jia Lian was invited to take a seat, and the Yamen servants served tea. Mr. Song then asked Jia Lian how smooth his journey to Gusu was. After hearing Jia Lian's brief explanation, he immediately smiled and said:
"I wonder how Mr. Lin is in good health? We were Jinshi in the same year. Although we have never seen each other again, I miss him very much."
Hearing that Lin Ruhai had just been promoted to the Salt Patrol Censor, Mr. Song smiled happily and looked up at the sky:
"Your Majesty's grace, Mr. Lin has been promoted, which is a good thing."
After chatting some more, Jia Lian changed the topic and talked about the fact that he had invested in the "Fu Shui Shao Guo" but it was set on fire yesterday.
Mr. Song frowned more and more as he listened, and finally slapped the table with his hand:
"Who is so brave! He dares to set fire to hurt people in broad daylight! I will send people to investigate to see who has the courage to be so lawless."
Jia Lian interfaced:
"That's exactly what you said! These people are extremely arrogant. I happened to meet them last night. Unfortunately, they were two strong men. Seeing that they were no match for me, I left a mark on them."
"Oh? Mr. Jia is indeed wise and courageous, but I don't know what the sign is?"
Jia Lian gritted his teeth and reached out to pull out the big fried dough stick from his sleeve:
"I used this fried dough stick to leave oil stains on the tall man's back, and also left oil stains on the short man's back hem.
It was just past midnight, and they must not have had time to change their clothes.
Your Excellency, please immediately send out detectives to capture the nephews of the head of the Xiang family in Yuquan Mountain and examine them one by one."
Mr. Song was so shocked that his eyes widened when he saw that Jia Lian pulled out a large oily dough stick over a foot long from the sleeve of his brocade robe embroidered with silver bamboo leaves.
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When Jia Lian strolled out of the Shuntian Mansion Yamen, the two catchers "Scud" Mao Touer and "Iron Fist" Titou Er had already rushed out of the Yamen Gate with more than a dozen catchers.
, and headed straight for Yuquan Mountain.
Sure enough, "Some people in the court are good at being officials, and some in the yamen are good at doing things." This is the same principle in ancient and modern times.
After walking a few dozen steps, I suddenly heard the sound of drums behind me.
Turning around, I saw Qu Siping and his wife who had just gotten off the mule cart, supporting each other and beating the injustice drum with drumsticks.
Jia Lian knew that he had taken care of all the yamen affairs and entrusted them to him, so there was no need to follow Qu Siping through the official procedures.
After a day and night of jumping up and down, he was now terribly tired and sleepy.
His biggest wish now is to go back to sleep - to sleep in bed.
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Wang Xifeng took Ping'er to the old lady to discuss matters. It was Sister Shan who helped Jia Lian change.
Looking at the brocade robe with its sleeves stained with grease and twists, Sister Shan grinned quietly:
When did the second master become so sloppy?
Jia Lian was finally able to lie on the bed.
Although the small couch in the study room is not as comfortable and soft as the bed in the main room, it is still comfortable.
Not seeing Wang Xifeng made Jia Lian feel at ease.
If your wife is a strong woman who loves her career, she is basically homeless. The same principle applies to ancient and modern times.
The exhausted Jia Lian was thinking wildly and soon became confused and was about to fall asleep.
Suddenly, I was awakened again by a shout of "Second Master".
Damn it!
As long as you meet someone who shouts "Second Master" loudly, it's bound to be bad!
The sound came from outside the hospital, so it wasn't very loud to Jia Lian's ears, but it was very familiar.
"Second Master! I want to see Second Master!"
Jia Lian's confused mind instantly understood: This is Xing'er!
I went out in a hurry yesterday, and I don’t know if this kid continued to fight with Wang Xin.
Jia Lian called Sister Shan who was guarding the door:
"Is this Xinger? Tell him to come in."
Unexpectedly, Sister Shan did not agree. She lowered her head and hesitated for a while before whispering:
"Second Mistress won't let him enter this hospital again."
"What?" Jia Lian understood instantly - Wang Xifeng was giving him a look.
Outside the yard, Xing'er's crying voice came again: "If you dare, just beat me to death! I want to see the second master!"
Jia Lian lowered his face:
"After I left yesterday, did anyone get excited?"
Sister Shan lowered her head, curled her lips, and whispered:
"Second Master, why don't you ask others? Don't ask me, I don't know anything."
Jia Lian, who was already tired, felt the fire in his heart rising suddenly:
You call TM "knowing nothing"?
You might as well just tell me directly: You are afraid of Wang Xifeng, so the second master is nothing in your eyes!
Jia Lian strode outside the courtyard angrily, only to see Wang Xin commanding Zhu'er, Shou'er, and Xi'er in a low voice, dragging the limping Xing'er away to the distance.