[The book continues from the above, and the last book said that the appointed ghost city lord took out all the tomb wine in his collection, and gave it to the fairy girl happily, asking her not to announce the divination results. And as promised, he took the immortal Gu disciple Jiaoyun back to Mu Qingming in Shala Lane, and when he got home, he received a note wrapped in stones and thrown into the courtyard. It says that the Immortal Dao is secretly developing some new members. led Han Damao and Han's mother into the city, went to the small courtyard of the Mu family, and waited for the old man to come and arrange work for them. Mu Qingming made an appointment with Zhao Liang and handed over the list of immortals to the other party, claiming that arresting people according to the list would ensure that Zhao Liang would be promoted to an official and make a fortune. 】

The wind and the sun are beautiful, and the inside and outside of Kunming are peaceful and stable.

In the morning light, there is a faint milky white mist on the grass outside the city, which is scattered from the reeds. Like a white veil, blurred and hazy on the surface of the lake.

The morning breeze blows through the reeds, and a faint fragrance spreads on the surface of the lake.

The early fishermen had rowed their boats into the sea of grass and reeds surrounded by mist, and cast their nets in the mist and morning light.

The small steamers also rushed out of the Daguan River and headed towards the wide Dianchi Lake. The whining whistle sound came from time to time, startling the water birds in the sea of grass to spread their wings and soar into the sky.

In the small fishing village by Dianchi Lake, Han Damao followed Han's mother, each carrying a few bulging burdens, and walked out of the dilapidated courtyard slowly, and did not close the courtyard door, but just stood in front of the door, turned back together, and reluctantly looked at the dilapidated courtyard behind him.

Today they are going to leave here, leave this village and go to the Mu family in the city. From now on, there will be no return.

Therefore, Da Mao's father's tablet was also received by the two of them and taken away together.

Three days ago, Mu Qingming came to inform them, saying that through the relationship between the old man of the palace, he found an errand for Han's mother to cook in the palace, and the salary was twelve yuan per month, and it was provided for food and accommodation. And Han Damao wants to enter the Salt Gang to work, and he is an apprentice, and the Gong family also opens five oceans every month.

A year later, give him fifteen pieces of ocean a month.

In this way, they can make a lot more money than they used to fish. Moreover, Gong Jiaren is righteous, and the salary at this price of dismissal is still for food and housing, which is enough for the hairy mother and son to live a well-off life.

Today they entered the city and went to the small courtyard of the Mu family in Nashara Lane. And the old man of the palace will also wait for them in the small courtyard of the Mu family and take them back to the palace house.

It's just that they lived in a house before, and they will definitely not be able to live in it in the future and can't take it away, and it just so happens that the clansmen in the village are also willing to spend money to buy it, so they simply sell it. And Han's mother also gave the deed to the patriarch early. It's just in disrepair and tattered, so the price is naturally lower.

"Da Mao, go to the palace family to do things well, and be a good person." The pale-haired old patriarch walked over with a cane and said to Han Damao, "Take care of your mother." ”。

After that, he took out seven or eight oceans from his sleeve and handed them to Han's mother: "This is the money to buy your yard, that's all, it's not easy for the villagers; You've got it. ”。

When Han Damao saw it, it was only seven or eight oceans, and he was immediately very angry. No matter how dilapidated his home is, it is also a courtyard with three rooms, and it is impossible to be worth this money. The price offered by the clansmen in the clan is obviously bullying.

For this amount of money, it is not as high as the salary given by the Gong family.

Han Damao, who was about to theorize a few words, was immediately stopped by Han's mother. She took the money, thanked the patriarch, took Han Damao, and left the dilapidated courtyard without looking back.

Before Han Damao was poisoned, the villagers also made up money. Han's mother didn't have anything to say, just give more and give less, just meaning.

Han Damao, who was carrying a burden and following his mother with a stuffy head, was very angry. As soon as he got out of the fishing boat, he complained sullenly: "Isn't the clansman deliberately angry? Obviously, they couldn't see us going to the city to do things, and they were paid more than they earned, so they bullied us like this. ”。

Although the words are gritted teeth, but in a word. His clansmen just saw that his father was gone, and there were outsiders to help them, and they couldn't help but blush, and took the opportunity to bully his family like this.

And Han's mother smiled faintly when she heard this, this mother who eats more salt than her son, but she is an understanding person, and immediately comforted Han Damao and said: "Then if we want to take it, there are no seven or eight oceans." ”。

Han Damao, who was in the morning breeze, gradually calmed down after hearing the words.

After some thought, he thought that maybe his mother was right.

simply stopped caring about Han Damao, and followed his mother out of the village towards Daguanlou. They were to follow the Daguan River and enter the city through the Great West Gate.

The two have walked this road many times, and they are already familiar with it. At that moment, I didn't stop walking, and walked along the loess path towards the Daguan River......

The morning breeze blows through the verdant Yuantong Mountain, and the grass and trees on the mountain sway and exude a faint fragrance. In the upper and lower provincial police stations, after the fragrant morning breeze blows down the mountain, it brings a sense of peace.

The morning bell of Yuantong Temple not far away echoes melodiously in the morning light. It didn't bring the slightest noise, but it was somewhat pleasant in the morning light.

Mu Qingming walked into the provincial police department with a smile on his face, walked straight to Zhao Liang's office, and sat in front of Zhao Liang, who was swallowing clouds and fog early in the morning.

He is as familiar with this provincial police department as his own home, and he is even more familiar with Zhao Liang's office. You don't even have to ask, you can find it even with your eyes closed.

It's just that as soon as he entered the house, he was almost choked to tears by the smoke that spread from the house. Zhao Liang, a big smoker, lives in a place shrouded in clouds and mist, and there is always a choking smell around him.

Mu Qingming was still not used to such a big smell of smoke.

"I smoke early in the morning, I'm not afraid of choking to death?" Through the smoke, Mu Qingming looked around his eyes, surrounded by Zhao Liang, who had faint dark circles under his eyes, and asked again, "Did you go to catch the thief last night?" Don't wake up? ”。

"Hmm." Zhao Liang nodded, stood up with a cigarette in his mouth and went to find the tea can, intending to make Mu Qingming a cup of tea first.

He really went to catch the thieves last night, and after squatting all night, I don't know how many mosquitoes he fed, he finally caught the gang of thieves. I thought I would go back to catch up on sleep after a while, but I didn't expect Mu Qingming to come at an inopportune time.

"I heard that the Provincial Police Department is going to change the system or the name, or what is it to change to the police department, is there such a thing?" Mu Qingming raised his hand and fanned the smoke that floated in front of his eyes.

This news was told to him by the old man of the palace, and he happened to say a few words to Zhao Liang.

"There are such rumors, but I don't know if it will really change." Zhao Liang, who had made hot tea, walked over with a teacup, handed the hot tea to Mu Qingming, and asked curiously, "Why are you in the mood to come over early in the morning today?" Don't you have to go to Qi's warehouse to work? ”。

After saying that, he opened his mouth wide and yawned.

"I don't have to go to work today, the Qi family's horse team has already gone out of the city, and I won't be too busy for the time being." Lifting the teacup, he slowly blew the hot wood Qingming in the cup, and took a sip of fragrant tea.

Zhao Liang, who yawned, walked to the window without saying a word, and struggled to open the closed window. The wind swept towards him, dispelling his drowsiness and the pungent smell of smoke in the house.

The dust is clean, the blue sky is in front of him, and Zhao Liang feels refreshed as he rides the wind.

The fatigue and sleepiness of a sleepless night slowly dissipated.

"You usually go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing." Zhao Liang, who had sobered up a lot, turned around, and after the desk again, he looked at Mu Qingming, who was leisurely drinking tea, and asked, "Say, what's the matter with looking for me this time?" ”。

"Good thing." Mu Qingming looked down at the crushed jasmine tea floating in the cup, and said slowly: "Although every time I come to you, I always entertain me with high ends, but for the sake of you and me, I still have some affection, I still want to give you a chance to be promoted." ”。

After speaking, he raised his head, looked at Zhao Liang, who had a trace of embarrassment flashing on his face, and smiled faintly.

Zhao Liang was slightly stunned, and Mu Qingming, who had put down the teacup, took out a folded piece of paper from his sleeve and put it on the table in front of him.

"I've heard that your position as sheriff has been vacant for a long time. If you detectives are promoted, it must be you Zhao Liang. However, the matter of the Immortal Dao has always made your ability not recognized by your superiors, so I have prepared this small gift for you to be promoted. Mu Qingming raised the teacup again and drank the tea leisurely.

Zhao Liang's eyes flashed with a hint of confusion, and after looking at Mu Qingming, he looked at the note again. After thinking about it for a while, I reached for the note and unfolded it to look at it.

There were a lot of names written on it, and at first glance there were about twenty or thirty. Looking at it more closely, the confusion in Zhao Liang's eyes increased instead of decreasing.

Most of the names on it, he knew and knew it, wasn't it the immortal Taoist that Mu Qingming asked him to stare at? In order to stare at these immortal Daoists, just staring and not grabbing, his Zhao Liang's boss was already very annoyed.

Now Mu Qingming took out another list, with a few more unfamiliar names, presumably also immortals. Zhao Liang couldn't help but secretly think: "Is it just staring and not catching?" ”。

Thinking of this, a trace of embarrassment appeared in his eyes.

Mu Qingming saw through his thoughts, and Zhao Liang couldn't open his mouth to ask, he had already said: "Don't be embarrassed, let you arrest them this time." After arresting this group of immortal Taoists, it will be difficult for you Zhao Liang not to be promoted. ”。

Another refreshing morning breeze blew into the house from the open window, and when it rushed towards Zhao Liang, the light in his eyes flashed, and then he shouted excitedly: "Are you going to kill them?" ”。

"Not yet." Immediately afterwards, Mu Qingming said an answer that made Zhao Liang a little disappointed: "But I have recently taken action against them, these disciples are scattered in the city and staring at me, you have to help me 'clear the field'." Otherwise, my movements will be somewhat restricted, and it will be easy for the Immortal Dao to figure out what to do. ”。

"Oh." Zhao Liang, who was lost, his eyes dimmed a little.

"You can be promoted, what is there to be disappointed in?" Mu Qingming, who put down the teacup, looked at Zhao Liang, who was slightly bowed, and asked, "Can you help me?" I can do it myself, but it is easy to be detected by the Immortal Dao, but if you want to help me, not only will I not be able to distract the attention of the Immortal Dao, but I can also use these cultists to make you promoted and rich. ”。

Zhao Liang didn't say anything, and secretly pondered something in silence.

"It's not my wish to be a marquis, but if I can catch the Immortal Dao, even if I want to go up the sword mountain and go down to the sea of fire, I will help it." But after a while, the loss in Zhao Liang's face also faded, and excitement and excitement took its place again.

When he raised his head and met Mu Qingming's eyes, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said, "Deal, I'll catch them now." ”。 As soon as he had finished speaking, he stood up, opened the drawer, took out the pistol that had been loaded for many years, and put it in the holster he was carrying.

Why did Han Damao's family move out of the ancestral house? What actions does Mu Qingming have? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.