After Lan Xiangming got up, under the service of the miscellaneous servants, he dressed neatly and walked out of the house unhurriedly (the latest chapter of the strongest battle immortal).

"Master Lan, you got up early today. Want to eat now? A handyman asked cautiously.

Lan Xiangming patted him on the shoulder, "Stinky boy, ask knowingly." Is it necessary to eat so early? ”

The handyman laughed twice and didn't speak.

Lan Xiangming learned the appearance of the official master, put his hands behind his back, and worked hard to learn two official steps. It's a pity that the little chubby leg didn't listen to the call, and it was still a small broken step when he came out. Lan Xiangming didn't seem to know, and still walked unhurriedly. Behind him, six or seven handymen followed. Soon, several people arrived at a nearby courtyard.

"Watch this place." Lan Xiangming commanded, and the two handymen stood at the door, watching the movement around them.

When you open the courtyard door, there are several warehouses side by side. Walking to the leftmost room, Lan Xiangming took out the key and opened the warehouse. The handyman next to him lit the oil lamp, and the house immediately lit up.

I saw that there were several stacks of white bags densely packed inside, and a huge red word "army" was printed on the bags. Seeing these goods, Lan Xiangming had a smile on his face. The handymen had red eyes and rubbed their hands together.

"Master Lan, how much do you get this time?" A handyman asks (Quick Knife Slash latest chapter).

"Get a bag first."

"So little?"

"Less your mother's head!" Lan Xiangming stretched out his hand. The handyman quickly lowered his body and let Lan Xiangming slap him on the head.

Lan Xiangming heheed twice, "Our car, we can only put one bag in the mezzanine at a time, and we can't put so much at all." What are you in a hurry, take your time. ”

"That's what Lan Ye said." The miscellaneous servant smiled cheaply, "However, there are a lot of goods this time, and the forbidden army can't use them up at all." ”

"Do you still need to say it?" Lan Xiangming glared at him, "In the future, we will get one bag every day, and we will have to make seven or eight bags of this batch of goods." ”

"Seven or eight bags? Isn't that nearly a thousand pounds? ”

"You kid doesn't count, huh? One bag of one hundred and twenty pounds, eight bags of nine hundred and sixty pounds. How much does it cost? Lan Xiangming's eyes flashed, "By the way, that's okay?" ”

The miscellaneous servant hurriedly smiled and said, "I have already said that the price given over there for this kind of high-grade salt is one hundred and fifty wen a catty." ”

"It's only one hundred and fifty Wen, and it's cheap!" Lan Xiangming was a little dissatisfied.

The handyman hurriedly explained, "Master Lan, you also know that it is also secretly sold over there. The people of the Ji family are not easy to mess with, they check from time to time. This kind of first-grade salt can indeed be sold for more than 250 wen outside. But people also have to take risks, don't they? If the Ji family finds out that they are selling private goods over there, they will never let them sell salt on their behalf again. They ......"

"Alright, don't explain it to me." Lan Xiangming waved his hand impatiently, "If it weren't for the fact that the work over there was quite reliable and there was no mistake, I wouldn't have sold the salt to him so cheaply." ”

"Yes, yes, I tell them every time to be careful and don't make a mistake." The handyman responded with a voice.

"Well, you're busy (eavesdropping on the full text)." Lan Xiangming commanded.

Several of the officials took out the small bags they had brought with them, and one of them opened a bag of salt and began to fill it in the small bag. Soon, a bag of salt was distributed. Empty salt bags were placed in a large basket on the side.

"Let's go." Lan Xiangming saw that a few people were quite fast, and nodded with satisfaction.

A few people went out, and Lan Xiangming locked the door of the warehouse again and put the key in his arms.

In the yard, several large cars were parked. A few handymen walked to a large cart in the middle, which was exactly the same as the other carriages, and there was no difference between them. However, the handymen were clearly aware of the trick inside, and one of them stepped forward and knocked on a plank, and there was a loud noise inside. Then, he took out a small dagger from his bosom and gently pried it on the wooden board, revealing a black hole underneath.

Several officials carefully poured salt into the black hole, and in the meantime, two officials also lifted the wheels and shook the car backwards, backwards, lefts, and sides. So that the poured salt can be more densely distributed at the bottom of the carriage.

Soon, several small bags of salt were filled in, leaving only a small bag with some left.

"What's going on? Why are there a few pounds left? Is it that the salt in it is not filled. The handyman muttered to himself suspiciously. He knew that this car was specially built for stealing salt, and when he filled it, it was exactly one hundred and twenty catties, and the error was only more than half a catty. There are still two or three catties left like this, and there has never been a situation.

"What's wrong?" Lan Xiangming stepped forward.

"I don't know what's going on, and I still have more than two catties of salt left." The handyman shook the small bag in his hand in confusion.

"Is it not compacted inside, and then shake the car."

The handymen shook the cart again, but the hole was still full, and there was no gap.

"Could it be that this bag of military salt weighs a lot?" A handyman asks (Martial Arts Kung Fu Superstar read the full text).

"It shouldn't be, the Ji family's salt bags, each bag is one hundred and twenty catties, and the amount can be one or two taels more at most, not two or three catties more at once."

"No matter what it is." Lan Xiangming waved his hand, "Close the plank first." The extra ones will be kept for the next time. ”

"Okay!" The handyman responded, quickly closed the plank, and returned to its original state. The officer tapped the plank again, and his voice became dull, as if it were solid inside. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"In a moment you will rush to the city to pull sesame oil, and release the salt on the way." Lan Xiangming commanded again.

"Lan Ye rest assured, everything is ready. If you are familiar with the road, you can't go wrong. "The handyman is full of confidence.

"Then you have to be careful, if something goes wrong, you and I will lose our heads." Lan Xiangming warned solemnly.

The handymen naturally responded carefully.

Lan Xiangming also looked at the more than two catties of military salt that was not loaded into it suspiciously, and said secretly, is there a pile of debris in the car? It's possible that after pouring salt out so many times, there should be residual salt scale inside. It seems that in the future, I will think of getting more cars like this, so as not to fall again and again, which is too troublesome.

Lan Xiangming naturally didn't know that the reason for the error was because the bag of salt he had just poured out was the poisonous salt prepared by Song Zheng. Since the mixture of arsenic and alum plus sweat medicine is still less dense than pure table salt, the final mixed poisonous salt is a little less dense than the same volume of pure table salt. Although you can't see anything in the bag, if you measure the poisonous salt according to the volume of pure table salt, there is still a gap. This is also the reason why there are more than two catties of military salt left.

Of course, Lan Xiangming didn't realize at this time that this resale would actually send him to a dead end. Even Song Zheng didn't expect that the fuse of the outbreak of the poison salt case was not in the army, but in the Guogong Mansion.

Song Zheng, Hou Zhonglian and others, standing in the team of lifters, all smiled bitterly. It turns out that this year's test is different from the previous ones and has become more rigorous (the latest chapter of Infinite Bloody Evolution). All bedding for lifting is not allowed. Only food boxes and inkstones are allowed, and even paper is not allowed to be brought in. Not only that, but the body search has also become stricter.

The team slowly moved forward until it was punctual time, and it was Song Zheng and the others' turn. Every time ten people entered, Song Zheng and Hou Zhonglian and other four people were put in.

As soon as he stepped into the first door, a servant with a full face pulled Song Zheng to the far left, "The clothes were thrown aside, Kao Xi put them down, the clothes were untied, and the shoes were taken off." The voice was cold, without the slightest emotion.

Song Zheng took a look, and saw that on the side of the courtyard, a large pile of clothes and quilts had been piled up, stacked like a hill, and the flowers were green. In front of him, several disheveled men, holding shoes and socks in one hand and the test prize in the other, lined up in a very embarrassed manner.

"What do you see? Hurry up! The servant shouted again.

Song Zheng sighed, put down the quilt and Kao Xi with some reluctance, unbuttoned his clothes, took off his shoes and socks, and stood upright.

As soon as the official stretched out his hand, he lifted the roll up, and then shook it vigorously and threw it onto the "mountain of clothes" on the side. Then, he squatted down, opened the exam, first glanced at the identity map inside, and then turned over other things.

The rice paper was pulled out, and the pieces of paper could not be brought into the examination room. The two brushes were also unscrewed to see if there was a cheat sheet inside. As for the pastries, they were all broken open and examined one by one.

After checking the examination, the official stood up, took Song Zheng's shoes, looked up and down, left and right, and then handed them back to Song Zheng. Then, the official opened Song Zheng's inner and outer clothes and looked at the collar again. Finally, he said coldly, "Untie your pants!" ”

Song Zheng was taken aback, what is this for? Do you want to untie your pants? At this time, one of the people in front of him turned around, smiled helplessly, and gave Song Zheng a look, meaning, "Brother, hurry up and get rid of it, everyone is the same." ”

"Hurry up!" The officer urged. Song Zheng looked to the side, Hou Zhonglian, Cong Ge and Kong Fan, all of them reluctantly began to untie their pants, how ugly and ugly their faces were (begging to live in the world to read the full text).

Alas, all of them have to go through this experience, Song Zheng reluctantly unbuttoned his pants. The official took out Song Zheng's belt, checked it, took off his pants to check, and opened his shirt to look inside.

"It's not small." The official muttered in a low voice, which made Song Zheng get dressed and made Song Zheng cry and laugh.

After some tossing, the inspection was finally completed. Song Zheng and the others also learned from the front, holding the dowry in one hand and shoes and socks in the other, bare-eyed, stepping on the stone road. That expression was simply ashamed and indignant.

That's the first check. At the second door, it was all over again, and the inspection was more careful, and even the shirt was all faded to the crook of the foot. The process can only be described as sweeping the floor.

Song Zheng has long heard that in the Ming and Qing dynasties, due to the accumulation of cheating cases in the examination room, the inspection was stricter than this, and even the ** chrysanthemum had to be checked to see if there was a note stuffed inside, which was really called life is better than death.

Finally, after the inspection, a official assigned the examination number and issued Song Zheng a sign with the words "Ji 2 17" written on it. Song Zheng, who was already dressed, walked into the inner courtyard with the test and the sign.

The examination rooms are numbered. Eighty rows of houses, sorted by heavenly stems. From A to A8, and then from B to B8, and so on. Song Zheng walked to Ji Er, that is, the forty-second row, and then walked in. Along the way, there were naturally city guards standing guard, and the lifters were not allowed to talk to each other, and the courtyard was so quiet that it was deathly.

After entering Ji Er, Song Zheng found that this row of houses was divided into two columns, left and right, with countless small doors on them, and a small window on the small door. Underneath the window, the number is written.

Song Zheng walked to the seventeenth gate, and a servant came over, unlocked the door, and let Song Zheng in. Immediately afterwards, the door horn slammed shut and the lock was dropped.

Song Zheng looked around, your mother, is this the examination room? It's a prison. ~

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