Chapter Seventy-Four: No One in the West (12)

Hu Zhou found the money gang for some things, to be precise, to find Yang Tiexin. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

When eating noodles at the noodle stall at the city gate, Yang Tiexin really wondered if the boss had put too much spicy, otherwise why would he sweat a bowl of noodles on a cool night.

Yang Tiexin really wanted to say, can I not be here tonight?

There was no way, Hu Zhou asked him to find a boat.

The ship is a trivial matter, and with the financial resources of the Yang gang leader, as long as there is enough time, he will not have much problem finding someone to build one. He didn't get to the point where he felt sorry for this bit of silver.

But Hu Zhou said that he wanted him to bring contraband in the cabin. A little is enough, and it will be sentenced to prison but not lose your life.

Yang Tiexin didn't know why he said this so lightly in such a place where the wall had ears?

It's just a momentary distraction, Yang Tiexin has already retracted his thoughts, there is no way to accept it, this matter is too important. It's far more than the time when you find a corpse. Until now, Yang Tiexin has never asked what the corpse is for.

There are no requirements for what kind of boat to use, even if it is a fishing boat, it can carry people and put things.

Before the noodles were finished, Hu Zhou told him the details of the specific action, and the more Yang Tiexin listened, the more cold he became. It's like he didn't eat a few bites, but the more he put it, the colder it gets.

"Unappetizing?" Hu Zhou naturally knew why he had a bad appetite, but he still asked. This is another completely different feeling of eating noodles with Xu Cheng and being able to master the rhythm. Hu Zhou at least did not reject such feelings.

Yang Tiexin smiled awkwardly, but did not speak.

Hu Zhou actually sometimes has some worries, if the two really become a son-in-law, how to deal with themselves. Then while eating the noodles, he figured it out. If one bowl of noodles can't solve the problem, then two bowls.

When checking out, the shopkeeper was only willing to accept a bowl of money, and clearly told Yang Tiexin not to come again in the future. Apparently he was blacklisted.

Yang Tiexin, who was depressed and didn't dare to attack in front of Hu Zhou, never stayed overnight with hatred, and planned to order someone to smash this noodle stall later, but also died down because of Hu Zhou's words.

Hu Zhou told him that Xu Chengmu likes to come here to eat noodles.

Before parting ways, Hu Zhou handed him a book and said, "It's really hard to grasp the scale of prohibited items, so let's find a few more books like this." ā€

Yang Tiexin was behind him, holding a forbidden book called "Two or Three Things that the Daughter of a Famous Family and a Buddhist Monk Must Say", and was speechless for a long time.

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Spiegel received a report letter.

It's a real-name report.

This is a news channel for the Spiegel Division to supervise hundreds of officials and the people and find another way. Otherwise, relying only on the secret supervision of the officials in the government will not be enough. Usually such reports are mainly anonymous, and at the beginning some people will vent their personal anger, and after several examples of Der Spiegel, although it cannot be completely eliminated, the reliability of the information has greatly increased.

And now this is a real-name report, which shows that the whistleblower's hostility to the person who committed the evil act has reached the point where water and fire are incompatible, and he is not afraid of being targeted afterwards.

Therefore, the head of the ninth room, including the servant, roughly deduced that this Shen Yuan, who lived in Bainiu Dajingtou Village, was probably a relative of Shen Shilang of the Ministry of Rites.

Otherwise, why would he report the money gang for reselling banned books.

It's a nine-room servant, if you haven't read it after dinner, you will also talk about it, similar to the biography of Shen Mei, but the content is fragrant and glamorous, and most of them can only be understood. And then laugh it off, many people should be in this state of mind.

So staring at it, it is a huge possibility that it is the people of the Shen Mansion. Although Director Guo didn't want to pay attention to it in his heart, he still sent a priest to follow up.

Although there is a precedence, there is not much difference in what everyone eats, including the sailors who are at the helm, and of course, there are factors that the official eunuchs and brothers who are away from home cannot pay attention to.

There are not many people in Shen Mei's entourage, and another important reason is that the ship is not big. The cabin is even more cramped. It is so small that it is divided into two, and only one small bed can be placed in each room, leaving only room for one person to walk.

The maidservants were naturally crowded in one room, and the other room was left for Shen Mei, anyway, it was only one night, and Shen Ke had already said when he boarded the ship that he and the two accompanying guards would sit and stay up all night, and it would not be in the way. On the night boating on the lake, I drank wine in the moonlight of the lake, and when I talked about it, it was also a conversation. Shen Mei smiled gently and did not object.

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As soon as the end of the day ended, the ninth room of the Spiegel Division was about to be angry, and the money gang members who were caught in a clay workshop finally relented.

said that the other person had already run away along the Mingshui River with the incriminating evidence that was too late to destroy. And he repeatedly emphasized that the matter had nothing to do with the money gang, it was a private act that the two of them couldn't stand the temptation of money.

The officials in charge of the interrogation were not disgusted by his lavish confession, and they obviously didn't bother to bother the money gang for such a trivial matter. Because the money gang gives filial piety to the silver every month, and the attitude is correct, there is probably no one who can do it. It is because as long as they do not bear the charge of not aiding and abusive, they are willing to turn a blind eye to a certain extent.

Despite the passivity, no one dares to discount the things that the principal has explained.

Hearing that a man had escaped along the waterway, the officers had no choice but to contact the route and chase him by boat, even if they were unwilling.

So soon, under the bright moonlight, the quiet Mingshui Lake staged a pursuit battle.

A boatload of "The Daughter of a Famous Family...", lying on the boat in his spare time, and Mu Zimin turned it over when he was bored. Counting the time, he got up from the pillow-raised pile of books, stretched out, and began rowing the boat desperately.

It was really a fishing boat, an idle old boat that Yang Tiexin ordered someone to buy from the fisherman, and there was no movement.

Mu Zimin is a mud leg in the real sense of the money gang, and his status should be higher than that of a helper like Sun Chao, but it is not easy to compare, and it is difficult to explain.

took on such a job that was destined to be imprisoned for labor reform, not only because of pure friendship, but also because of the conditions offered by Yang Tiexin's henchmen and henchmen. With his status, of course, there is no way to directly complete the dialogue with Yang Tiexin.

Mu Zimin is very short of silver, and his mouth is strict enough and tough enough, so it is his turn to do things.

By the moonlight, he could vaguely see the figure of the ship in front of him swaying with the waves.

Looking back again, an official ship of the Lanzi Navy is getting closer and closer.

He narrowed his eyes, the wind was tight, he should run as hard as he could!

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When all this happened, Hu Zhou was listening to Li Zhi talk about the whereabouts of Dilwa, saying that he secretly went to worship a few lonely graves, and Li Zhi couldn't understand the words on the inscription, so he simply copied it. Hu Zhou lost interest at a glance, because he really couldn't tell the difference between a circle and a semicircle of different sizes, expressing a completely different meaning.

Then he didn't have a head and no brain, and said to Mu Qian, who was also enjoying the cool under the tree: "It's almost over." ā€