The demon cried very sadly, feeling offended.

As a guest of the county magistrate, Chen Jiyuan never expected to end up like this today.

Find that porcelain kiln, look inside and out, turn around and say to the county order, how did such a simple task come to this?

Chen Jiyuan couldn't figure it out.

Huang Wenjin couldn't figure it out, could the porcelain kiln in Shiqiao Village be the Longtan Tiger's Den? Why does a simple spy make people not look like people and ghosts, Chen Jiyuan doesn't look like a mission failure, but like being caught and raped in bed.

"County honor, Ming Gong!" Chen Jiyuan fell to the ground and cried, struggling to open his swollen eyes with only two slits, and the appearance of a handful of snot and tears not only did not attract Huang Wenjin's pity, but disgusted him even more.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a pig that has become a sperm.

"Tell me, what's wrong? Could it be that your whereabouts have been exposed and you have been beaten like this by the villagers? Huang Wenjin said lightly.

"No, it's a hornet......" Chen Jiyuan suddenly felt empty.

Huang Wenjin was stunned, then sneered, and became more and more dissatisfied with Chen Jiyuan in his heart. Although he is only a seven-grade county magistrate, after all, he is a serious civil official, the most important thing to be an official is to be decent, whether he speaks or does things, he does it steadily, and he is the most decent, and Chen Jiyuan made this embarrassment, no matter what the reason for failure was, Huang Wenjin first deducted 20 points in his heart.

"Ming Gong, that Shiqiao Village is really a sinister place, the late born in the vicinity of the porcelain kiln for a few days, originally very smooth, even once close to the inside of the porcelain kiln, but last night for some reason, a huge hornet's nest fell from the sky, the late life did not beware, so he returned with hatred." Chen Jiyuan cried.

Huang Wenjin looked up to the sky and sighed, saying so much, he was still a fuss......

"The matter of tribute porcelain should be stopped as soon as possible, so as not to cause trouble." Huang Wenjin said worriedly: "If it is really set as tribute porcelain by Chang'an, I can't pay the annual taxes in Qingcheng County." ”

Chen Jiyuan was silent for a moment, and suddenly smiled, and the smile pulled the wound on his face, making him scream in pain.

Huang Wenjin looked at him expressionlessly, and silently deducted another ten points for him in his heart.

"Ming Gong, although he didn't gain anything in Shiqiao Village in his late life, he stayed in a neighboring village in the past few days, but he heard some news about the porcelain kiln in Shiqiao Village."

"What's the news?"

"An old man guarding the kiln in the porcelain kiln in Shiqiao Village, named Xu Han, died inexplicably in the kiln a few days ago."

Huang Wenjin's heart moved, and he was silent.

Chen Jiyuan continued: "Regarding the cause of Xu Han's death, there are many theories in neighboring villages, most of which are hearsay, some say that he suddenly fell ill in the middle of the night, some say that he was killed by a falling rock, and some say that he was killed by Diao people in Cuijiang Village...... Although the cause of death is varied, one thing is certain, and that is that the man was indeed dead. ”

Huang Wenjin said in a deep voice: "What do you mean ......?"

"Ming Gong, no matter what the person named Xu Han died of, he died in the porcelain kiln after all, and someone died in the porcelain kiln, this is a murder, how can the porcelain kiln continue to open as if nothing happened?"

Huang Wenjin understood. It doesn't matter how this person named Xu Han died, the important thing is that Xu Han's death coincided with his thoughts, and it also gave him plenty of reasons to close the porcelain kiln.

After weighing it several times in his heart, the more Huang Wenjin thought about it, the more he felt that this reason was perfect, and he could explain it to the villagers below, and he could also explain it to the officials of the Zhen Bureau, after all, it was involved in a murder case, and it was natural for the county government to seal it up.

"You rest at home for two days, and after the swelling is reduced, you will visit Xu Han's family and relatives, and this murder case will be confirmed, and the official will order the closure of the porcelain kiln in Shiqiao Village."

"Late life."

Looking at Chen Jiyuan's indescribably ugly pig-headed face, Huang Wenjin closed his eyes in disgust and waved his hand.

"Let's go, don't go out before the swelling goes down, there are many Taoists on Qingcheng Mountain, be careful that they take ......"

Huang Wenjin's expression was indifferent, like a scumbag who couldn't wipe his pants.

…………

Two days later, Song Gensheng stood alone outside a restaurant in Qingcheng County, looking cowering and walking on thin ice.

Life always changes unconsciously, sometimes it feels very subtle, and when you look back after many years, it has been turned upside down.

Song Gensheng felt that his life was also changing.

He was kicked out of Shiqiao Village by Gu Qing, and told him very seriously that if he wanted to become an official, he must first raise hope.

"Raising hope" is the only way to enter the Shilin circle, especially in the case of scientific research is basically hopeless, through the way of raising hope to enter Shilin, and then find the position of a small official, it can be regarded as half a foot into the officialdom, and then in the future, if you want to be promoted from "official" to "official", the operational way is much easier.

According to Gu Qing's instructions, today is the day of Song Gensheng's fame, on a public occasion, he inscribed a poem about the ancient and the present, which was widely praised and became famous, and this "hope" can be regarded as a basic cultivation, and from then on Song Gensheng is no longer Song Gensheng, he is the "Song genius" in Qingcheng County and even Jiannan Dao literati.

Of course, the truth is correct, but Song Gensheng is standing outside the restaurant at the moment, and his mood is extremely struggling.

Because the thing he used to make a name for himself was not his own, but Gu Qing's, although Gu Qing didn't mind, he still had a deep sense of shame.

At this moment, he suddenly regretted why he heard Gu Qing's casual recitation of the words "I wish people a long time, thousands of miles together" on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and even more regretted why he had to get to the bottom of it afterwards and get the full text of the long and short sentence.

If he didn't know anything, he would still be that simple and happy mountain village boy.

It's a pity that Song Gensheng can't choose, Gu Qing told him that if he doesn't make a name for himself today, he won't go back to Shiqiao Village.

Standing at the door of the restaurant and hesitating for a long time, Song Gensheng finally gritted his teeth and entered the restaurant.

The restaurant is very simple, of course, a restaurant in a county town can not expect it to be high-end, except for the literati and businessmen who have quite a lot of family background, ordinary people cannot afford to consume.

Song Gensheng was not short of money, and Gu Qingsai gave him a lot before leaving.

Entered the restaurant, casually found a place to sit down, there are a lot of guests in the restaurant, it is the season of high autumn and cool, this time of year, it is the time for the scholars to travel and play together, Qingcheng County is located in Jiannan Road, Shu is mountainous, the scenery is strange, and the religion of Shu is prosperous, the monks and temples have many audiences, it is one of the popular attractions that the Tang Dynasty readers like to play.

Song Gensheng sat in the restaurant, looking around quite uncomfortably, and when the smile of the guy in the store was about to run dry, he finally asked for a pot of green ant wine and two dishes to accompany the wine.

The shopkeeper was enthusiastic and was about to go down to serve the food, but Song Gensheng stopped him, and asked the shopkeeper with a shy expression if he could give him pen and ink, and the shopkeeper was stunned and looked him up and down.

Wearing a long gown, he has a delicate appearance and a thin figure, revealing a polite and polite taste.

Well, literati.

To be precise, it is a literati who likes to scribble.

The literati of this era do have the habit of scribbling, especially in scenic spots, people after a thousand years think that this is no quality, this is true, but it also depends on what the content of the scribbles is, of course, there is no quality to write a certain person to visit here, but if you write down a wonderful poem that will be famous for centuries, it is extremely elegant, it is said to be a hundred years of good stories, and the place where the poem is left will become a famous scenic spot in the future, for future generations to come here to look forward to hanging.

People and poetry, poetry and scenery, are all mutually fulfilling relationships.