Master Shang said again, "As for the taxes to be paid this year, how can there be such a good thing that those guys who like to take advantage of small advantages can live in your house and occupy your land for nothing, and still want to pay the taxes of the imperial court?" Since the fire in your family five years ago, the annual tax has been made up like this, and you don't have to bear it from the Sang family, so rest assured. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

A sword light was suppressed in Jienan's dark eyes, and the words came to his mouth, chewing repeatedly, and the exit was just plain, "Master is hard, Xiaoshan will leave." ”

Master Shang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this girl must have a temper today, but he didn't expect that he would be at peace, "That's okay, this toss, you are sick again, you must be very tired, have a good rest." It's just that the end of the year is approaching, the yamen has fewer people and more affairs, and you have to do something in front of people, and you have to be wronged. ”

Is this meant to continue to call her? Jienan stood up and saluted slightly, "Hua Xiaoshan's little savings are really not a big deal, I just hope that the drums will stop and the roots of my ears will be clean." As for my illness, it's just an old illness, and I just look like my face is worse. ”

Master Shang's smile was a little stiff, and he talked about others, "There are not many tricky women like Aunt An, after all." ”

"Yes." Jienan followed Master Shang's words and said, "However, sometimes I really want to be out of sight, and I'd rather help Yali run a long distance, which is also good." I heard that Nanji Goolan Academy plans to participate in the annual meeting of Fucheng this year, and organized a miscellaneous song and dance drama of forty or fifty people, and deliberately did not perform in the county, so I wanted to win the championship in one fell swoop, and I was envious of short-legged vultures like me. ”

Master Shang helped Jienan open the small gate of the garden, and saw her go away, and then returned to the public house. The two messengers waited for him early and came forward, both with sad faces, and asked how the master was doing.

It turned out that the annual tax of Fenglai County had been collected for more than a month, and it had not been paid to Fucheng for a long time, just because it was separated from Fucheng by a vein of mountains.

This mountain is called Dawangling, and there are more than 10 large and small peaks.

Although the county seat is in the northwest and the capital city is in the southeast, separated by a few hills, the official road has long been built, and it can be reached in a day and night when Sang Datian is alive.

But now, the little ghost in Dawangling is the king, there are several peaks, there are a few cottages, and there are about a thousand thieves in the collection, each of them occupies a piece of land, if you want to cross a mountain, you must peel off a layer of skin, so that the taxes of Fenglai County in recent years have been accumulated in the library.

In the early years, the prefect would send troops to suppress it, even if it was useless every time, it would be replaced by ten days and half a month of peace, but now the army is pressed on the front line of Jinzhou and Xiangzhou, and against Dajin, the officials have the heart and power.

In this year, the new official of Chengxiang Mansion took office, and an official document strictly ordered that the taxes of several years be paid in full. Master Shang replied to the receipt, and the thieves were rampant. The prefect ignored it and let Master Shang figure out a way by himself, otherwise he would be guilty of dereliction of duty, and he would not be able to return to Fenglai County for retirement in his lifetime.

Therefore, these days, Master Shang is so worried that he is about to twist all his beards, and he still can't think of a way to cross Dawangling safely.

Suddenly, he remembered what Jienan had just mentioned, and hurriedly asked his subordinates, "Nanji Goolan has formed a team to go to Fucheng to participate in the annual meeting, have you two ever heard of this?" ”

Fenglai County is not like a famous mansion in a big city, there is just such a fun place, and both of them are frequent visitors to Nanji Goolan Courtyard, and they both nodded and said yes.

"They are not afraid of robbers." Master Shang began to twist his beard again.

A more talkative yacha said, "They are poor and white, and their suitcases are full of broken copper and iron, juggling and singing things, how much can they be worth?" And there are fifty or sixty people, and there is no shortage of strong men who know how to punch and kick, and they are not afraid. If you want me to say, no one can see if you really hide something valuable. ”

Master Shang twisted and twisted, his eyes lit up, and he asked the two of them to quickly go and find the people from the Goulan Shetou and the dart board.

The two yacha hurriedly walked out of the yamen and went in the direction of Nanji. But no one noticed, and there was a bright red dress standing under the corner not far away, and after seeing where they were, the man turned around slowly.

This person is not the sixth mother of the Sang family, who is it?

She picked a secluded alley, and the bright red figure gradually became illusory on the white wall, and gradually appeared on the miscellaneous tile thatched wall, just behind the street not far from the county office, dragging her steps as if she were vain, and stepped into a high-walled bronze door.

That bronze door, incredible, still retains its intimidating power. The two bronze lions above, with copper eyes, copper teeth and copper claws, have been dug out, leaving only a mutilated lion face, but it looks even more terrifying, glaring at everyone who enters and exits. There is a spring wood plaque of "Mulberry House" on the door, which is said to have been broken by people and burned in the fire.

When he entered the gate, it was not the impression of Jienan's childhood. Her father invited the Jiangnan gardener to specially build the garden, at this time divided into a small courtyard, on the corridor, or on the hall, with bricks or wood to build a house of different sizes, the bricks are lifted, in the courtyard to open a vegetable field, and the drying rods are lined up, chickens, ducks and geese everywhere, pots and pans are spread everywhere, from the high courtyard to look down, it is really dazzling, a group of ordinary people's homes, and it is difficult to see the half of the former style.

As soon as Jienan appeared, the women who were basking in the sun and doing needlework while competing for the length of the family immediately worked together, their heads were close to her, and they talked about her in a low voice. Aunt An, like a leader, was full of joy and took out the money bag to show the women.

It's not that she's a ghost!

Without squinting, Jienan paced slowly through the narrow corridor, ignoring the similar courtyards along the way, and finally came to a black iron arch and pushed the door in.

It's not as cramped as the yard you pass by, it's spacious, so spacious that the cold wind howls and the grass is swaying. Except for the half-row of wings on the far north wall, which is still intact, there are scorched wood and broken walls everywhere. Even after years of desolation, it's not hard to imagine the fire that raged five years ago.

Everything here, too eager to complain of such a terrible calamity, the smell of smoke that cannot be eliminated by wind and rain, penetrates into the ground, penetrates everywhere, and vows to stay forever.

The uninvited "neighbors" had no idea of attacking the garden, and Insan's family all died here. Although they hated the Sang family to the core, they were more afraid of sneaky things, so they regarded this place as a forbidden area and did not dare to occupy half an inch, so that she could have a place to live in vain.

The Sang family's mansion existed in name only, allowing the people of Fenglai County to divide it up and become their comfortable home. And the inexplicable fire that destroyed Jienan's family was so excited that it became a heavenly fire, which was God's punishment for her family and eliminated harm for the people. No one grieved, no one shed tears, no one sighed, not even the one who collected the body. The magistrate had to bury all the dead in the fire in this garden hastily, and use a ready-made rockery stone as a tombstone.

At this moment, Jienan walked straight to the stone, bent down, lit the fire letter, lit half of the leftover incense in the furnace, did not bow or bow, and turned around to do his best.