Holding the tray in their hands, the tall bowls stacked one above the other are filled with vegetables. The waiters have to quickly hold the names of the dishes in their mouths, and also call out to the familiar guests.
Say hello.
The pace of their feet changes like a superb light skill. Holding the swaying heavy objects, the waiters must not only maintain balance, but also multi-purpose to shuttle freely between tables, chairs, and the crowds of people.
It’s really not easy to do anything...
Listening to the strings of silk and bamboo in their ears, looking at the hustle and bustle of the drinkers in front of them, and smelling the aroma of delicious food in the air, the two guys, who had already pressed their chests against their backs, quickly stood up on their toes and stretched out their heads to look around.
Look for Mr. Wei and Wang Huo Chong.
"Over there!" The scholar's sharp eyes turned back and forth only twice before he saw Mr. Wei and Wang Huo Chong, who were drinking and smoking.
He casually tugged on the cuffs of Han Qiubin's robe, and the scholar walked towards the table by the window.
Huh?
The scholar's originally fast pace suddenly slowed down.
Because there was another person at the table, a young man wearing Yan Feitu's black robe. He was also sitting at the table and was quietly drinking tea from the cup in his hand.
It's just that the way he drinks water is a little strange...
Every time, he would touch his lips, then take it farther away, and then blow on it, repeating this action all the time.
"The sake is here, the peaches are ready..." Facing the angled wooden window in front of him, Mr. Wei rubbed the clay cup in his hand and murmured drunkenly, completely unaware of the two of them.
People are back.
Han Qiufen nodded to Wang Huo Chong who was smoking, then walked to Mr. Wei and put away the empty wine jar and jug in front of him.
After being together for sixteen years, he knew that Mr. Wei had drunk too much.
There is a rectangular table close to the wall. On both sides, Mr. Wei sits at one end. Sitting opposite him is Wang Huo Chong, who is smoking.
The two of them looked out at the bustling streets in Qingpingfang, reciting poems, drinking, and being in a daze from time to time.
One of them blew the smoke out of his mouth, and from time to time he stretched the cigarette rod out of the window and knocked it on the edge of the window eaves, causing sparks to fly.
Sitting next to Wang Huo Chong was the man holding tea in both hands, touching it with his lips and blowing on it.
After Han Qiufen handed everything in his hands to the handyman who was passing by, he sat next to Mr. Wei, picked up a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick cage, and put some dry food into the plate in front of Mr. Wei.
Stir-fried porcini mushrooms with chili pepper. Then he picked up a peanut and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it slowly.
The scholar moved a chair and placed it in the middle of the square table. The chair made a "bang" sound when it hit the ground.
The guests at the surrounding tables all turned their heads to look at their table, and then turned back.
Han Qiu Equinox was still eating the peanuts on the plate silently. Mr. Wei no longer drank, but just sat blankly, looking outside from the window eaves.
Wang Huo Chong continued to smoke, and the weirdo finally began to sip the tea in his hand.
correct!
There is also a fat red pigeon with a colorful tail cleaning the food on the table.
Looking at the plate with nothing left on the table, the scholar stared wide-eyed at the fat bird that was struggling to move its body.
"Chirp!" The fat pigeon who was eating happily felt that he was being stared at. He trembled all over and opened his mouth faster.
"Waiter, order!"
"Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!"
It was a cry of joy….
.......
dongshifang, county government office, night
At this time, the moon has already climbed up into the sky, hanging sideways in a curved circle, and the stars are falling in the thin clouds.
There were torches burning outside the door, and there were countless soldiers inside and outside the yamen, and the yamen servants were constantly patrolling and on duty to protect the safety of the magistrate.
After passing through the front hall and passing through the hall with the plaque "Mingjing Gaohang" hung high, the one connected to the back is the magistrate's office.
The chirping of insects echoed one after another in this quiet, dim courtyard. The light passed through the grid on the closed door in front and shone on the steps on the ground in the front yard.
There were two vaguely visible figures behind the door, saying something wrong.
"Sir, why do you think this big clock suddenly fell?" The speaker was speaking in a confused tone, looking at the figure in front of him who was wearing mandarin duck clothes, a black gauze on his head, and medicinal jade.
The magistrate lowered his head, remained silent, and walked slowly around the house with his hands behind his back.
The person who asked the question followed closely behind him, talking from time to time.
"Now... there should be several possibilities. The first is that the bell is old, the chain is rotten, and it falls off.
The second is that someone intends to concoct this matter and target me." When he said this, the magistrate suddenly stopped, slowly turned his head, and glanced at Yang Xiancheng behind him.
Yang County had been following the county magistrate around all night, and he had already felt uneasy. The person in front stopped unexpectedly, and he almost bumped into him.
Just as he stabilized himself in a panic, he looked up and saw the meaningful look in the county magistrate's eyes. The county magistrate was a little uncomfortable in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He stepped back with his feet, bent down and saluted, and then said,
"The eldest magistrate is very aware of everything and doesn't care about public opinions!" Seeing the county magistrate's obedient appearance, the magistrate eldest gentleman was very helpful and Wei Wei
He nodded and continued pacing.
The county magistrate quickly followed, "Sir, our top priority now is how to deal with this matter."
The magistrate nodded and motioned for him to continue.
"If you think about it clearly, sir, the big clock falling this time must be man-made." The county magistrate paused, "But we must not follow the second judgment to investigate."
While the county magistrate was talking, he followed the magistrate to the candlestick on the desk in the house. He watched the elder pick up an iron fiber and gently stir the wick in the candlestick. The second master looked at it for a while and continued,
"So we should implement the following matters according to your first inference just now - it is in disrepair, because this can minimize the impact of this matter.
However, at the same time, we need to investigate your second inference - that the people are causing trouble.
You don’t have to worry about this matter, someone will help you solve the problem. In this way, he solves the problem, we are all happy, and the first credit will always be yours. But if it cannot be found out, we can convict him of dereliction of duty and let him
He took the whole thing on his shoulders.
All in all, this big clock has been hanging for almost a thousand years, and it has almost become one of the symbols of our beam. What if just one person could take it down now?!
This kind of influence, this kind of atmosphere, is not good for our leaders, for us, and for you, the great master..."
After fidgeting with the candle wick in the candlestick, the magistrate listened to the words of the magistrate beside him and remained silent for a while. He did not speak immediately. He was thinking, while his eyes were fixed on the candlestick in front of him.
The county magistrate is not in a hurry. After working together for so long, he knows this great master and he is also waiting...
"Who's going?"
Oh! The great master has spoken...
"How about sending Yan Xiaoliu? Up ahead, Uncle Chong Li will give us condolences, but he will confiscate it." Lowering his head, the county magistrate whispered in the ear of the elder.
After listening to the county magistrate's words, the magistrate's brows relaxed, "I remember, Wang Zizheng's mother's family, his uncle... Chong Libo? The reason for condolences to us is that we should take good care of that useless person.
Prince, right?"
"That's it. My uncle gave special instructions. His Highness Wang Zizheng misses his brother.
The mountains are high and the roads are long. Those who go out need to have a pair of suitable shoes to walk well and fast..." After the county magistrate finished speaking, he stopped talking and waited for the elder to make a decision.
Looking at the flickering firelight in the candlestick, the magistrate's index finger pressed down hard on the iron drill between his two fingers.
Gradually, as the iron fiber continued to press down on the candle wick, the firelight slowly submerged in the wax oil also disappeared in the eyes of the magistrate.
"Use good ingredients."
"It will save you the trouble of lowering your official position."