Although Yan Qing is only twenty-four years old this year, he is far more mature and wise than Shi Jin, the nine-patterned dragon, Zhang Qing, the walker Wu Song, and the two-spear general Dong Ping, who are of the same age.

No matter what he does, he is not arrogant, impatient, unhurried, and can finish work flawlessly, and his father Song Jiang recognizes him very much.

His temperament is somewhat similar to that of Master Li, and he always has a calm attitude on weekdays, and Song An has never seen him happy or sad.

In history, Yan Qing was reluctant to be an official after Liangshan Bo Squared, so he left a letter to Song Jiang and "The wild goose order is shocking, and it is not glorified to return the official order." There is a king around him, and he has escaped the dust and lived this life. After the quatrain, he quietly left, and since then he has wandered the mountains and made an idle cloud and wild crane.

"Uncle Xiaoyi." Song An came to Yan Qing and sat down.

Yan Qingleng paused: "Xiao An hasn't slept yet." ”

"Uncle Xiao Yi is looking at the stars here?"

Yan Qing nodded: "Hmm...... Xiao An, do you think there are any gods in the sky? ”

"There must be!" Song An replied without thinking about it.

As a child of Xuanmen, he believed that there were gods in the world.

"I also believe that they exist, but I haven't seen them yet, Xiao An, have you seen them?"

"No, but I'm convinced of their existence."

Yan Qing continued to gaze at the starry sky as bright as the sea.

Song An's gaze stayed on Yan Qing's naked upper body, with six-pack abs and no fat. A cluster of reddish peonies embroidered on the back looks like real flowers in full bloom, which looks particularly beautiful.

Many of Liang Shanbo's brothers have tattoos on their bodies, including Yan Qing, Shi Jin, Lu Zhishen, Sick Guan Suo Yang Xiong, Twin Tailed Scorpion Xie Bao, Flower Tiger Gong Wang, and so on. When taking a bath in Liangshanbo in the summer, Song An had seen their tattoos, but in terms of line beauty and artistic conception, Yan Qing's was the best-looking.

"Who embroidered Uncle Xiaoyi's tattoo?"

"My godmother."

"Godmother?"

"I am an orphan, my godmother adopted me when I was three years old, and raised me to the age of twelve, I don't know the name of my godmother, I only know that people call her Su Xiaomei, she has an elder brother named Su Dongpo, who is a great writer who is unparalleled in the world. When I was twelve years old, my godfather was demoted to the state because of the Wutai poetry case, and my godmother died in a hurry. Godmother, she likes peonies, and the peony on my back was embroidered for me a few days before she died. After my godmother died, I went to vote for Lu Yuanwai. ”

"No wonder Uncle Xiaoyi is so knowledgeable and reasonable, it turned out that Mr. Dongpo and the talented girl Su Xiaomei raised him!"

Yan Qing smiled at Song An silently and did not speak. It's not that Yan Qing is too lazy to pay attention to him, but that Yan Qing is originally this kind of character who doesn't like to talk much.

"Uncle Xiaoyi, I want to ask you for a favor."

"What do you need me to do?" Yan Qing replied very cheerfully.

"Qian Rong, the father of the criminal Qian Xiaoyue, was once the commander of Yuncheng County, and when we were in Huangnigang last year, he was killed by Liang Zhongshu, and his family was sent to Lingnan Chenzhou. If it weren't for us robbing the Birth Gang, Qian Xiaoyue would not have fallen to this fate. I want to bother Uncle Xiaoyi to go to Bianjing to find Taiwei Su, and ask him to talk to His Majesty Lao Zhao and reinstate Qian Rong and Zhaoxue officials. ”

"No problem, I'll go to Bianjing early tomorrow morning to find Captain Su!"

……

Before dawn the next day, Yan Qing took the two brothers to Bianjing.

"Song An, let's go to the prison to interrogate the criminal Qian Xiaoyue!" Before Song An got up, Zhao Gou knocked on his door.

"You passed out with a finger clip, and she didn't even say a word, how do you want to interrogate?" Song An said angrily.

"Pour chili water, sit on the tiger chair, and if it doesn't work, put on the soldering iron! If it really doesn't work, just ask her to ride a Mu donkey! I don't believe she doesn't explain! ”

“…… you! Lao Tzu already has a way to get her to speak! ”

"What's the method?"

"I won't tell you!"

"Tell me!"

"You'll know in a month!"

"Why wait a month?"

Song An slammed the door shut, jumped on the bed and continued to sleep.

It takes seven or eight days for Yanqing to go back and forth from Lanling to Bianjing, and it takes about ten days for a fast horse to go back and forth from Bianjing to Chenzhou in Lingnan, and it takes about ten days for a quick horse to go back and forth...... Well, it's been almost a month.

Let Zhao Gou knock on the door outside, Song An just ignored it.

Eight days later, Yan Qing came back, and he informed Song An that after Taiwei Su reported his request to His Majesty Lao Zhao, His Majesty Lao Zhao had already nodded and agreed, and sent someone to rush south for 600 miles to pick up Qian Rong.

Before Qian Rong came to Lanling, Qian Xiaoyue's matter could be put aside for a while, and Song An put most of his energy into finding the lake bandits.

It's just that to his disappointment, two or three hundred lake bandits suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and there was no trace of them.

The food cooked by the chef of the "Li Bai Drunk" restaurant was very much in line with the appetite of Song An and the brothers, so Song An asked Wang Ling'er to deliver them three meals a day.

The prices in the Northern Song Dynasty were relatively low, and there was a lot of wine and meat to eat, and a person could spend up to fifty or sixty yuan for a meal. At a discount of 0.3 yuan per penny, it is only fifteen yuan for a full meal of food and drink. In the Northern Song Dynasty, the salary of officials was very high, and the monthly salary of a Zhengqipin official like Song An was 20 yuan, which was equal to 20,000 yuan, equivalent to about 6,000 yuan in later generations.

In addition to the basic salary, officials of all sizes also have various allowances such as salary, millet, kitchen materials, allowances, and fields, and Song An's monthly salaries add up to about 25 yuan.

Although the salaries of ordinary officials and soldiers are relatively low, there is also a large consortium founded by Song An behind Liang Shanbo that earns more than 100,000 yuan a month, so they can completely let go of eating and drinking, and they don't have to worry about not having enough wages to spend.

And when you are full of food and drink, you can also go to the "drunken Lanling" next door to go to the waves, all consumption is unified by the financial reimbursement of Liangshanbo, and the invoicing does not have to be written "office supplies" to future generations, and it is completely possible to write the word "visit the kiln" generously. Because in the Great Song Dynasty, it was reasonable and legal to open a kiln.

With Song An's support, Wang Ling'er's "Li Bai Drunk" and "Drunk Lying in Lanling" business increased by more than ten or twenty yuan per day than usual. In the past, her two stores only received two or three times a day, but this time it increased nearly tenfold every day, Wang Ling'er was simply happy, and every time there were hares, pheasants, wild kings and other wild meat in the store, she personally cooked them and sent them to Song An.

Twenty days later, on the tenth day of the eighth month, Qian Xiaoyue's father Qian Rong was sent by 600 miles of urgency.

Song An was dealing with a case of a neighborhood dispute in the county government hall, so he asked Yan Qing to take him to "Li Baidrunk" for a meal first. After Song An retreated, he waited for him in the flower hall in the backyard.

Qian Rong was a thin old man about fifty years old, and when Yan Qing led him into the flower hall, as soon as he saw Song An, he immediately bowed his head and bowed!

Qian thought that he would grow old in the barren land of Lingnan for the rest of his life, but he never thought that he would be able to return to his hometown, let alone be an official again! In this way, it all depends on Engong's affection and help, and please accept a certain worship from Engong! ”

Song An hurriedly helped Qian Rong up: "You can't say that, if it weren't for our Liangshanbo Second Tribulation Birthday Gang, you wouldn't have been dismissed and exiled." I'm just giving you back the fame and fortune that belonged to you. ”

"Qian Mou is the same as Uncle Zhang's old thing and refuses to collude with Cai Gaotong Yang Xin, Shandong Jiedu is their person, and he has long been used to seeing Qian Mou, if you hadn't robbed Cai Jing's old dog's birthday, he would have found an excuse to withdraw Qian sooner or later, and Qian Mou couldn't hide from the fifteenth day of junior high school!"

"Ling Qianjin, my Uncle Yi told you everything, right?"

"Having said that, Qian Mou is going to persuade her, why should we carry the black pot for others!"

Originally, Qian Xiaoyue was imprisoned, but after Yan Qing came back from Bianjing, Song An asked the officials to take her out and lock her up in an empty room used for storage in the county government, and let Wang Ling'er, the proprietress of "Li Bai drunk", serve three meals a day on time. Wang Ling'er is also warm-hearted, not only bringing her food, but also sending her some rouge powder and clothes for women from time to time.

The prison is simply not a place for people to live, and the small grids enclosed by wooden fences in film and television dramas are not exaggerated at all, not to mention eating, drinking, and sleeping with more than a dozen people crowded together, just the lice jumping up and down in the prison are disgusting. can't wronged Qian Xiaoyue, otherwise her father will feel distressed when he sees it.

Qian Rong saw An Ran's daughter sitting at the table through the window, and gave Song An a thumbs up: "Engong really has a heart!" ”

When she saw Qian Rong standing outside the door, Qian Xiaoyue had a feeling of being in a different world, she looked at her father blankly, and couldn't say a word excitedly.

"Silly girl, why don't you come and hug your father? Daddy wants to hug! Qian Rong, who was in his fifties, complained like a little resentful woman, and said to Qian Xiaoyue with an arrogant expression.