Woke up the next morning, the mandarin duck beside the bed was gone, Jia Cong rubbed his confused eyes, he didn't have any guilt and guilt in this matter, according to the normal procedure of the girl in Jiafu, if she didn't be the master's concubine, she could only be rationed to the male servant, but the mandarin duck was old, and she didn't resist very fiercely, uh-huh......

Lord Yushi was reminiscing in his heart, and he didn't want to hear the sound of the water dripping into the copper basin when he twisted the towel, and the mandarin duck took the towel with an expressionless face, Jia Cong wiped it casually, and the mandarin duck didn't dare to look at him: "The uncle of the Wang family is here, in the living room." ”

"What is he doing here?" Jia Cong patted the bed and pulled her to sit down.

"It's not like a relative walking around, and there's a bit of urgency on that face." The mandarin duck seemed to serve him as if he was resigned to his fate, and Jia Cong tidied up his clothes, said a few words and left with his feet up.

When he left, the mandarin duck secretly looked outside the door, and was busy packing up the bloodstained sheets, the two pretty faces with freckles instantly turned red like Caixia in the west, and said secretly: "Why are you so unlucky, Master Cong has so many little wives and outer rooms...... Ping'er is right, the woman will really bleed the first time, this is for people to see how good it is......"

turned around, and saw Miaoyu supporting the door, looking around, as if looking for Jia Cong, the mandarin duck patted his chest: "Why don't you make a sound when you walk?" ”

"What are you taking? I'll take a look......" Miaoyu stepped in, answered the question, the mandarin duck didn't give, Miaoyu didn't grab it, the corners of her mouth smiled slightly, her steps moved, she circled around her, especially looked at her braids and vest, and said: "Why don't you coil up your hair and make a room, you have to draw your eyebrows and comb your sideburns, you won't be a girl." ”

The mandarin duck's face was hot, and he thought to himself that there was nothing he couldn't say, and he was upright: "If you don't have time, then why don't you coil ......your hair?"

Miaoyu's jade fingers wiped the corners of her plain lips and mouth, and the mandarin duck looked at her, not like a person who was difficult to speak, and said secretly: "This person is really weird, no matter how ...... she is"

……

"That's how it happened...... Ma Tong, the housekeeper in charge of the rent, brought the land and the shop and invested in the Min family. The prince begged: "The virtuous nephew can get this matter, please ......."

Mandarin Duck ordered the people in the kitchen to cook a meal early, and when the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, it was another meal of crabs, Jia Cong took out the crab roe dipping sauce to eat, and he couldn't spit out clearly: "Report the case, handle the case, try the case, and finalize the case, there are procedures, uncle, you have to tell me which link went wrong?" What kind of document did this steward Ma Tong sign with your family? ”

"Ten years of employment, three years to come."

"Where's the note?"

"I didn't know that this horse had a different intention, and he got his hands on both documents and took them away......"

"......" Jia Cong secretly scolded the old waste, but there was no evidence? It's a fart to judge, he is burning his ass now, his face is slightly impatient: "What is the relationship between the Min family and the Min prefect?" ”

"Same Sect...... Therefore, only the virtuous nephew can suppress him. ”

Jiangnan culture is developed, and the mind is more open than other places, the Taizhou school is the gathering place of low-level people such as stove households and private households, and the official slaves of Dashun are different from the slaves of the Xungui family, the Xungui family can basically handle it by itself, but the official family can only be handled by hired workers, so it is not surprising that Ma Tong is against the water.

After all, Jia Cong has been entangled with Wang Xifeng a few times, I don't know how many bed boards have been shaken, if it is just Wang Xifeng himself or Wang Zisheng, he will only talk perfunctory and shirk in action, uncle? Which uncle is the Wang family? He's not Tanchun!

The uncle was called from Mrs. Wang, and in fact, the relationship with Jia Cong was very weak, and he had no contact with him in previous years, and he could teach people like Wang Ren to win the prince and not be complimentary.

However, Wang Xifeng's belly, but with his own flesh and blood, the Wang family's big house collapsed...... It didn't meet his expectations either.

"Uncle is sitting at home, it stands to reason that I am waiting to be investigated, and I can't go on business, but the relatives are friendly, and I have to go to the shelves to catch ducks, so I have to take a trip to Yingtianfu Yamen." Jia Cong washed his hands after dinner, rinsed his mouth, and wiped his hands with a towel while walking, not respectful to Wang Zisheng at all, but he said it well, but Wang Zisheng was not very good, and tried to be kind and tactful.

……

Ying Tianfu Governor Min Zijian personally greeted Jia Cong's guard of honor, and personally took him to the government warehouse, the reception specifications were second only to the governor, and the people were behind him, but Jia Cong still noticed that he was not as lively and enthusiastic as he was at the beginning.

Behind Min Futai, there was a middle-aged man with sharp-beaked monkey cheeks, a mustache on his mouth, and a skinny physique, his eyes were constantly flashing, Jia Cong looked at him, and his tone was casual: "This is ......"

"Humble steward, Ma Tong."

Jia Cong nodded with a normal face, and said that he wanted to check the money and grain accounts, but Min Zijian was embarrassed, and it was not for him to check, and it was not for him not to check.

Check it for him, Jiangsu officialdom knows that Jia Cong has been impeached, so if you don't check him, people still patrol the imperial history, isn't it? Min Futai was in a dilemma, Jia Cong's face suddenly became gloomy like a rainstorm, only a pair of teeth were white, pointing to his black gauze hat: "The court will not remove me from my post for a day, no matter which yamen's account in Jiangsu, it will be checked by me for a day, Min Futai, now the approval of the palace report has not come down, you know ......"

"Open the door......" Min Futai immediately made a decision, and changed his face very quickly: "Your Excellency, please." ”

After a while, Jia Cong came out after checking out, frowned, didn't say a word, walked with his back hand, sighed, Min Zijian's heart was up and down, it was really more difficult than the imperial examination, and after waiting for a long time, he only listened to the Yushi Dadao: "Min Futai, it is really hard for you to be the county guard of Jinling...... Isn't this the autumn tax imminent, it's better to do this, the official himself and the household workers and the scribes to collect the tax, ah, so I know what is wrong......"

A quarter of an hour later, Min Futai was in the study, like ants on a hot pot, his mind turned quickly, and he slowly saw Ma Tong's body, and his eyes appeared a hint of surprise.

"Ma Tong, don't worry, this mansion is not afraid of him."

Min Futai thought about it, and finally chose not to give in and not to bow to the evil forces!

Of course, the most important thing is that Ma Tong is against the water king's family, and the land and shop industry brought by him is very large, you know, dumping shops, money villages, these can't be started without ten thousand pieces of silver. At that time, Wang Shizhen's Qianzhuang store in Taicang had 300,000 taels every year, how could he give it up?

The key is that Jia Cong was impeached, and the judgment of many friends is that Jia Cong can't sit still.

For magistrates, there is another fatal place in the imperial history, that is, the performance evaluation.

If there is a shortage of imperial history, this job belongs to the prosecution department, that is, the division.

Therefore, Min Futai decided to make a big gamble, take his own future, and gamble with Jia Cong's fall from the horse, obviously, Jia Cong is looking for his fault, but he feels that he has hope, in addition, even if he falls off the horse, it will not be a murder of the army, he still has a large fortune of Ma Tong, so this bet is still worth it.

After a few nights, the Di newspaper, which many people paid close attention to, finally reached Jinling.