Lin Yanxian wrote the chapter but didn't send it for a long time, he always felt that something was wrong. This was the first job the Holy Lord had given him, and he couldn't afford to mess it up. Otherwise, where will this face be placed? The point is where to put the face of the saint, and does his face matter? Well, by the way, it's still a little bit important.

Just when Lin Yanxian picked up the piece and put it down, there was a knock on the door.

"Squire, Hanlin Shishu Deng Jin has something to ask to see." Deng Jin's breath was a little disordered, obviously in a hurry.

"Enter." Lin Yanxian put the piece in the drawer.

After getting permission, Deng Jin pushed the door and entered.

Lin Yanxian asked, "What are you looking for me?" ”

"Xia Guan walked around the county with nothing to do and got a message?"

"What is the news that made you come in such a hurry?" Lin Yanxian also played a role, and since Deng Jin asked for help, he has paid special attention to Deng Jin.

"It's about acres, it's about taxes." Deng Jin replied.

"Acres, taxes!" Lin Yanxian thought of the music in the drawer, "Come, sit down and say." ”

"Xie Shilang." Deng Jin was not embarrassed, and sat down generously.

"Here's the thing......"

……

Deng Jin knew that her initiative to ask for help had won some of Lin Shilang's favor, but it was not enough, she could do more.

She doesn't rest in the post station or some places like others, she stops and stops in the county, looking for opportunities that belong to her.

Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared, and she must always be ready.

Deng Jin found a familiar face at the city gate. That face, she'd seen before. Deng Jin's memory is not outstanding, but she is quite capable of recognizing faces. It's not a talent, it's just a way to survive in the market. Without him, only the hand is familiar.

After thinking about it carefully, Deng Jin finally remembered that the soldier who blocked Feng Zexian's mansion with her had such a familiar face.

But what is that soldier wearing now? It's a short fight. And what was the soldier holding in his hand? It's a hoe.

There is a problem. Deng Jin instinctively called out that there was a problem, but she didn't follow, she didn't dare to underestimate Yu Linwei, their observation power was first-class. It's not good if it's detected.

So the rest is Deng Jin's own speculation.

Where you need to use a hoe, it is undoubtedly a field. So what else can a soldier disguise himself with a hoe do when he goes to the field to inquire about something? Perhaps......

After Deng Jin thought of it, she began her exploration. Regardless of whether this news is useful in the end or not, be prepared in advance, in case it is used.

People are often the most sensitive to the interests that are closely related to themselves. Deng Jin felt that according to the state of the soldier, he couldn't fool the old farmer.

Her aunt once told her how to distinguish "nobles".

The soldier's aura was too recognizable for an ordinary peasant. Sometimes it's either a change of makeup or a different person.

Yu Linwei's training was undoubtedly successful, but it was too successful, and the spirit of the people in Yu Linwei was different. Is this considered a success, Xiao He, and Xiao He, and Xiao He?

Deng Jin's target is not an old farmer in the field, because her temperament has changed early. Her goal is the rice shop in Wannian County.

The price of rice in one place can often reveal a lot of interesting things.

……

"So the lower officials judge that there can be at least three or four percent left here, or even more."

After listening to Deng Jin's analysis, Lin Yanxian couldn't help but start to reflect on whether he had been standing on a high place for too long, and he didn't expect the difference between what he could see down and what he could get down to earth.

Would he have made such a mistake in the early years?

"Thank you Fanse (Deng Jin's words)." Lin Yanxian bowed to Deng Jin.

Deng Jin hurriedly bowed to Lin Yanxian, and bowed his head lower than Lin Yanxian: "Squire, it's time to break the official." ”

A piece that is not sent out will never be sent again, and its final destination will be the candle.