Pan Er insisted that he only brought more than thirty taels, and Han Xiufeng had no choice but to take a shower early and go upstairs to sleep.

Maybe it's not very tired during the day, or maybe no one believes anyone because of the money, and the night guard has knocked on the third watch, and the three of them haven't fallen asleep.

The pillar was whispering to Han Xiufeng in the east room, Pan Er couldn't hear what he was saying but could guess a rough idea, and was wondering if he would make a noise to remind them not to gossip behind their backs, when there was a sudden knock on the door downstairs!

Thinking that there was a coffin shop next door, and a shroud shop opposite, and then thinking of what Zhu Zi had said the day before yesterday, Pan Er was suddenly shocked into a cold sweat, hurriedly covered his head with a quilt, closed his eyes tightly, and didn't even dare to pant loudly.

"It's so late, who?" Despite being covered with a quilt, he could still clearly hear the little maid asking.

"Pillar, it's me, hurry up and get dressed and follow me!"

It turned out to be a human, not a ghost.

Pan Er finally breathed a sigh of relief and subconsciously lifted the quilt.

The pillar didn't go downstairs, put on his clothes, pushed open the window, and shouted down, "What's the matter, where are you going so late?" Even if someone is dead, he is not in a hurry to converge for a while. It's only been three watches, and I can't see anything clearly in the pitch black, and I can't do anything! ”

"Something big happened, in the afternoon the Sichuan Gang and the Tea Gang fought, and there were more porters than last time, and it is said that they went to the hundredth. Fight and fight, anyway, if you don't beat them, you can't do anything, and as a result, you will kill people and cause deaths! Dozens of husbands of the Tea Gang all went to the Yamen, and they had to ask the eldest master to help their man who was killed by the Sichuan Gang to avenge his grievances. The eldest lord can't care about it anymore, so he can only ascend to the hall overnight, just waiting for you to go to the autopsy! Pan Er pushed open the window and looked down, and it turned out to be a servant carrying a lantern.

"The porter of the Sichuan Gang has killed someone, why did the fight in the afternoon come to the yamen at this time?"

"Isn't there no dead person in the afternoon, the porter who died is swallowed at night."

"If you don't die sooner or later, you will die in the middle of the night, okay, I'll get dressed first."

The county magistrate waited in the hall, and the pillar did not dare to rub any longer, so he hurriedly put on his clothes, put on his clothes and ran downstairs, carried the wooden box containing the autopsy equipment, and followed the messenger to the direction of the county government in the dark.

Pan Er has never entered the yamen, and he has never seen the county master, so he really wants to follow him to see and see. But what kind of place is the yamen, and he doesn't dare to go to borrow a few guts, so he can only think about it. Just as he was about to close the window and continue to sleep, the lights flashed at the street below, and he vaguely saw two people carrying lanterns coming straight to this side.

The two of them stopped at the door of the paper figure shop, and as soon as they stopped, they began to slam the door: "Fourth brother, fourth brother, are you at home, I am Jiang Liu from Chaotianmen!" ”

As soon as he heard that the Sichuan Gang and the Tea Gang were fighting and killing people just now, Han Xiufeng expected that the people from the Sichuan Gang would come, so he also put on his clothes when the pillar was dressed, and lit the oil lamp and went downstairs to open the door directly.

The two uninvited guests who came in the middle of the night had already sat down, and were eagerly saying to Han Xiufeng: "This time it was their bad rules, and they provoked it first." They rushed to carry the goods as soon as the ship landed, who do you say can swallow this breath? ”

Han Xiufeng poured two bowls of herbal tea for them, sat down and said, "Sixth brother, they are unruly, but you can't kill people!" Think about it, have you fought less over the years, less once a month, more than five or six times a month, and every time you sue the lord of the yamen after the fight, you don't always let the street guest chief mediate, never confiscate the case, and never let you suffer. As a result, you are good, and the more you fight, the more you fight, and you all get killed. ”

"Fourth brother, I really don't blame us this time......"

"Human lives are at stake, what's the use of talking about this now?"

"Fourth brother, listen to me, all the people who went in the afternoon have done it, but those turtle sons didn't say that they were killed by the big head, and the big head has been locked up in the county office! I pleaded with Yang Bantou, and Yang Bantou said that we couldn't be accommodating, let us go to Guan Zhutou, and Guan Zhutou asked us to come to you. After the short footman finished speaking, he took out a money bag from his arms, and pushed it directly in front of Han Xiufeng without counting them.

How could Han Xiufeng not know that this was the officials who wanted him to make a small fortune, after all, he was about to go to the capital to make a confession, even if he collected the money and didn't do anything, those husbands of the Sichuan Gang could only suffer a dumb loss.

But Han Xiufeng didn't want to do this kind of thing, and he had confiscated this kind of money in the Yamen gang over the years, and pushed the money bag in front of Jiang Liu: "Sixth brother, I can't take this money." But don't worry, I'll help you say hello to Jing Cheng over there. As for the big head, the pain of a meal of flesh and skin is certainly indispensable, no matter how much silver you make. ”

"I know, I know, after all, there is a fatality, I just ask you to help us talk to the torture room Wang Jingcheng to say good things, please be merciful to his old man, if you can deal with it, it is best to help you deal with it. The eldest master has just taken office, and we are not familiar with the elders of the eldest master, and we have never seen the old master in prison, but we will find a way, and when we find a way, we will raise money to help the eldest head to do something. ”

"I'm so familiar with the big man, he doesn't help me carry things, I can't ask for anything with this money."

"Fourth brother, I know that you are angry, but you have to collect it, if you don't have money, how can you help us talk to Wang Jingcheng?"

"In this way, I will keep half of it, and I will help you send it to the yamen as soon as it is dawn, and take the remaining half."

"What's going to do?" Jiang Liu didn't dare to joke about the big head's small life, and he couldn't send the money out and was not sure.

"Don't worry, listen to me," Han Xiufeng poured out half of the money, put the remaining half bag back in front of Jiang Liu, and said: "I don't want your money, I just ask you to help me do something, and when the ship transporting Yunnan copper arrives, help me keep an eye on the people on the ship, especially the long-term entourage of the transport official, where they have been, who they have seen, and what they have said, I want to know everything." ”

"It's a trifle!"

"Thank you first," Han Xiufeng thought for a while, and then said, "If someone else dies, even if you don't pay for your life, you have to shed your skin." But the big head is none other than him, he is the porter of your Sichuan Gang, and he can still save his life if he thinks of a way. ”

"What's the matter?" Jiang Liu asked eagerly.

"Didn't all the husbands of the tea gang go to the yamen, don't be like a headless fly outside in a hurry, hurry up and go to the yamen to ask the lord to help you uphold justice, just take the fact that you want to send them to the tea gang but don't do it. Then ask someone to go to the guest chief of the eight provincial halls to make peace, and see if he can pay some money for his own money. ”

"What's the use of them agreeing to be private, the big head has been locked in the yamen, and now they can only watch how the big man goes!"

"Believe me, as long as the bitter lord doesn't say anything, this old man who has just arrived will definitely turn a blind eye like the previous big masters. After all, it's just a porter who died, or a porter of the tea gang, if you want to talk about dead people, when will there be no dead people on the river? No matter how big this thing is, it is not a big difference. ”