readx; A large group of black-clothed men came to the Yuelai Inn in the West Market today, and as soon as they entered, they ran straight to the backyard. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The shopkeeper hurriedly stepped forward to ask, and a leading man took out a sign of the Supervision Division from his arms, which made him almost faint, you know, except for the court officials, these people dare to be caught by anyone, if their inn also has a 'thief' or something, it is not dead to take off a layer of skin.

Fortunately, these people disdained him, hugged one person and walked directly to the backyard, these people called Xiao Er, carefully checked the rooms with guests one by one, and drove all the guests to the front yard.

Fang Yang nervously took out the tool from yesterday and opened the room where Zhao Wuregret lived with a slightly trembling hand, what he didn't expect was that his emperor went to report and found out, but after he heard it, he immediately brought someone over with him.

The lock, which can be opened at once on weekdays, felt terrible today, he took a deep breath, and peeked at the man in black standing behind him with his spare eyes, seeing that his face was expressionless, and he couldn't see joy or anger.

Fang Yang calmed down, gently stirred the tool, and after a while, there was a small sound of 'pop', and the lock made of brass was opened by him, and he breathed a sigh of relief, just opened the door, but the man behind him walked in first, he was just about to raise his feet to go in, but he heard the man say:

"You are all standing outside, and no one is allowed to enter without my orders."

……

Zhao Wuregret used to think that the efficiency of the ancients was low, how could there be a fast computer office in later generations, but today he felt wrong.

It turns out that there will be such a fast office in ancient times, but I just went to the yamen with the owner to say that the house was bought by myself, and then paid dozens of fees, of course, the clerk also had to take a few 'tea money', and then handed over the original owner's deed, and then exchanged it for a new deed for himself, and this yard is his own.

Things are so fast, it's simpler than the need for seven proofs and eight proofs in later generations, don't queue up, don't look at the stinky faces of civil servants, which makes him feel for the first time that ancient times are still good, at least this has to run more than a dozen yamen.

Walking briskly back to the inn, he found that it was much more deserted, and he was about to walk to the backyard, but he was stopped by a person:

"No regrets, little friend, the old man came to see you today, can you come over for a get-together?"

Zhao Wuregret heard the sound and saw that it was the Huang shopkeeper he saw in the Murong Chess Club yesterday, who was sitting on the second floor at the moment, but the old man did not follow him today, and the tower-like man was standing behind him.

Walking all the way upstairs, looking at the empty second floor, Zhao Wuregret smiled lightly, on weekdays, it was full of people, but now there was no one, only the shopkeeper Huang was sitting there alone, looking at himself with a smile.

"Shopkeeper Huang is fine," Zhao Wuregret stepped forward and saluted.

"Don't be so polite, you can call me ...... and uncle in the future," the yellow shopkeeper smiled faintly.

"Huh? Hehe, Uncle Huang is good," Zhao Wuregret thought about it and called Uncle Huang, yesterday he had a good impression of this Huang shopkeeper, cultivated, majestic, kind, in short, he had a good feeling.

Besides, there is nothing that others covet, except for some silver, but looking at the style of this yellow shopkeeper, there should be no shortage of those things.

"Okay, by the way, can you pick up the words?" Shopkeeper Huang asked with a look of relief.

"This one isn't yet," Zhao Wuregret said with a light sigh, "My mother just passed away, and no one has picked up a word for me yet." ”

Zhao Wuregret grabbed the wine jug on the table, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it in one gulp, he was always very sad when he talked about his mother.

"Hehe, I thought about something for a while, which made Uncle Huang smile," Zhao Wuregret thought that it was a bit rude to pour wine directly without the consent of others, "Hey, Uncle Huang, what's wrong with you?" ”

"It's okay, I also think of my wife who just died," Shopkeeper Huang said as he wiped the corners of his eyes.

"Please also ask my uncle to mourn this," Zhao Wuregret hurriedly said.

"Don't talk about this, you haven't eaten yet, let's go together, do you want to call a few more dishes?"

"No, it's enough to have these dishes, I've heard that there are a lot of homeless people in Jiangnan, and they can't even eat porridge," Zhao Wuregret gently refused.

"Do you mean the refugees who came out of it? You don't have to worry about this, someone from the imperial court will handle it," said the shopkeeper Huang with a frown.

Then the two chatted about other things, this Huang shopkeeper is really knowledgeable and knows a lot of things, but he does not have the pedantry of a scholar, and he is also extremely straightforward, he can say whatever he wants, so that Zhao Wuregret can't help but be slightly stunned, you must know that there are many things that cannot be said, otherwise the government is not a vegetarian.

But Zhao Wuregret is better than knowledgeable, he can say a few words no matter what, especially what he has to say, which makes Huang Shopkeeper's eyes shine, and he loves Zhao Wuregret more and more.

“…… What the? You are the Zhao Wuregret in Yangzhou? Speaking of poetry, the shopkeeper Huang just talked about entering the wine, he liked this poem very much, but he didn't expect it to be written by Zhao Wuregret, originally thought it was the same name.

"Hehe, let my uncle smile," Looking at the surprised appearance of the shopkeeper Huang, Zhao Wuregret couldn't help but feel a little proud, this uncle was too strong in the previous conversation, and he finally won a game.

"Then you wrote Journey to the West, right?" The shopkeeper Huang smiled and said, "I also read that book, and there were still people in the court who were dissatisfied with Journey to the West a few days ago, but it turned out that the author was you?" ”

"Ah, and what? Does Uncle know more? Zhao Wuregret frowned and asked, this is a big problem, although this era will not be as big as 'I Daqing', but some things are still the same, that is, you can't make a sore foot of the ruler, and this matter can be big or small, either the book will be banned, or you will be punished by the nine clans.

"Some officials said that Journey to the West is rebellious, and the trouble in the Heavenly Palace is to rebel against the court, and to write the Jade Emperor so incompetently, this is alluding to today."

"How does Uncle know so much detail? Is this information reliable? ”

"Absolutely true, absolutely reliable," Shopkeeper Huang said with a sip of wine, "but you don't have to worry, the current emperor said that your writing is good, so you are fine." ”

"Is this the case?" Zhao Wuregret said with some doubts, this yellow shopkeeper seems to have a lot of energy, and even knows what the emperor said, it should be someone in the family who is an official.

The two chatted for a while, Zhao Wuregret looked up at the tower man standing behind the Huang shopkeeper, only to see that his hands were thick, maybe thicker than his thighs, the hairy hands were held in front of his chest, and he looked like Kong Wu was powerful, and he chatted with the Huang shopkeeper for a long time, but he stood here motionless and did not say a word.