Han Chuan smiled and invited Hu Wenhe to take a seat, poured the tea, and asked Hu Wenhe about his food preferences, then bypassed the counter, took out a thin stack of neatly folded paperwork from his pocket and handed it to Mama Zhong, wrapped the bib, and went into the stove house.

In the hall, there is either a Hongru of the Hanlin Academy with a high bundle of hairbands, or a big businessman in light clothes, no matter how bad it is, he is also a young son of a noble family and a scholar dressed up...

As soon as Han Chuan left, Hu Wenhe sat alone in the hall, his hands a little greasy.

Also.

The fee for "Shixian" has been decided, and those who come here to eat are either rich or expensive.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for Miss He to save such a rich amount of money in such a short period of time.

Hu Wenhe licked his dry lips, only to feel that his six-grade official uniform embroidered with cormorants was like a little minion here.

It's not where you're supposed to be.

Hu Wenhe regretted a little that he agreed to Han Chuan to stay and eat.

Since Han Chuan opened a restaurant, he has never taken the initiative to eat, firstly, because he can't afford to eat, and secondly, he is next to a group of people who are not rich or noble, and he always has a sense of embarrassment of being three points short and three points down.

Hu Wenhe's cramped uneasiness fell precisely in Xu Yi's eyes.

Xu Yi gently raised his chin, this person's bottom is fine, Xiao Su has touched it - the ancestors of the family have been people from the Tai Hospital for generations, his grandfather has achieved the judgment of the five grades, and the five grades can be graced, he went to the Tai Hospital, but passed Wu Xiucai's exam and went to Jing Zhaoyin on an errand, starting from the seventh grade, and now he has done it to the sixth grade, during which his father passed away at home, and he delayed his family affairs after three years of filial piety, and now he is forty out of twenty, and he is still alone.

Ordinary and ordinary people.

There is nothing bright about it, and there is nothing particularly bad about it.

This person is not worthy of the shopkeeper.

Regardless of his appearance and bearing, just looking at this person's cramped hand in the hall and the slightly embarrassed look, he is not worthy of the shopkeeper He who dares to smash Mingzhi in front of Pei Jiaqilang.

What's more, the Zhong family's little gossip was smoothed out by him for Xiao Su.

What are you doing?

Xu Yi's head tilted slightly.

Xiao Su showed his figure from the darkness knowingly, Xu Yi whispered a few words to him, Xiao Su immediately turned around and walked out of the hall quickly.

After a while, an official of Jing Zhaoyin wearing an indigo official uniform walked into the hall of "Shi Xian", looked at where Hu Wenhe was, and took a few steps, "Aren't you on an errand today?" How about eating here! Something happened in the east of the city! Let's go! ”

Someone disturbed the dinner, Hu Wenhe didn't expect his first reaction to be relieved, hurriedly got up, looked at the stove house, and felt that it was inappropriate to go to the stove house in his official uniform, so he rushed to Mama Zhong behind the counter and made a gesture, "There is something important in the ya!" I also bother you to talk to the shopkeeper He, and I will leave first today, and I will try the craftsmanship of the shopkeeper another day. ”

Mama Zhong is old and refined, how can she not see Hu Wenhe's crampedness, and said with a smile, "Business is important, I will talk to Chu'er." ”

Hu Wenhe and Shangfeng turned their heads and walked out of the door of "Shixian".

As soon as I went out.

Hu Wenhe only felt that the suppressed qi on his chest had dissipated a lot, and he looked back at the door of "Shi Xian" as if he was fleeing, and shook his head with a wry smile - at the beginning, his grandfather knocked on the side drum and warned him to be the right person, but now, in just half a year, Han Chuan opened a restaurant and became a proprietor.

But Han Chuan coped with it easily, and ran the restaurant well...

A hundred taels of silver, and he said that he would give it.

Forest farm Zhuangzi, say buy it.

A little lady can do this?

Hu Wenhe suddenly remembered the strangeness of Mama Zhong's lawsuit, and asked Shangfeng hesitantly, "In the case of the candidate's fraud in buying questions, according to the law, his parents can be sentenced to 30 canes, or they can be sentenced to slavery, why is this case handled more heavily, rather than a compromise?" After a pause, he said, "There is another point, Wei Chen did not understand, according to the old practice, if the family is cut into slavery, then most of the family affairs are confiscated, and only a few cases have been judged to be inherited by relatives for decades, although Mama Zhong is an old slave released from the palace, but it has not yet reached the sky, how can such a decision be made?" ”

This case seems to be compliant everywhere, and rulings are made everywhere in accordance with the laws of Dawei, but when you think about it carefully, you only feel that there is something wrong.

Most of the judgments are compromises, not heavier; More often than not, it is a matter of old routines rather than precedents.

If you insist on confiscating all the houses and those fields, Jing Zhaoyin makes sense.

Even, this is the norm for Jing Zhaoyin to handle cases.

Considering from the standpoint of his relatives and calculating for the interests of his relatives, Jing Zhaoyin never did such things for the benefit of the people.

Shangfeng, who was wearing indigo clothes, squinted at Hu Wenhe, "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, don't say what you shouldn't say, you can't say what you shouldn't say, I've been on an errand in Jing Zhaoyin for so many years, and I haven't learned this truth?" ”

Let's be honest.

Shangfeng himself didn't know who the person behind it was.

He decided the case, which is good.

But before the verdict, Lord Yin of Jingzhao Mansion specially summoned him to give him one or two instructions, which means that when handling this case, the main hand of the matter is tighter, and the hand of the bitter master behind him is looser, loose and tight, he has not understood for a while, so angry that Lord Yin of Jingzhao Mansion took out a thick volume of the laws of Great Wei and explained to him one by one...

He has also been an official for so long.

It's never been so embarrassing.

But when I think about it, Jingzhao Mansion Yin is the chief official who governs the entire Beijing City, at the foot of the Son of Heaven, at the foundation of the Imperial City, the weight of these three-grade officials is far better than that of the weak six servants, and the characters who command the Jingzhao Mansion Yin are not ordinary lords!

The depth of the water behind this is beyond the imagination of these low-ranking officials.

Shang Feng also looked back at the restaurant with lanterns hanging high and revealing ancient elegance everywhere, and remembered that his colleagues had talked about this restaurant before-the food was amazing, the price was too high, but the shopkeeper looked like a country and a city.

Thinking of the generals again, the little servants of the British public family in the east of the city came to Jing Zhaoyin in a hurry, and named Hu Wenhe, who was now eating in "Shixian", on a mission.

There was a slight shadow in my heart.

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in Beijing, he has already seen it, and then glanced at his subordinates who were still out of the situation, Shangfeng kindly mentioned, "If you have a good relationship with the proprietress of this restaurant and have an intersection, it will naturally be good for your career." It's just that everything has a degree, don't cross the line, don't delusional, and it's the way to do things and be an official. ”

Shangfeng's vague words set off turbulent waves in Hu Wenhe's heart.

Han Chuan was also a little calm in his heart, looked down at the beautiful and elegant peony fish fillet, and then looked at the empty table, frowning.

What about Hu Wen and the people?