The surname of the woman with the green cloth on her head is Zheng, her father is a down-and-out talent, and Jiang Erbo's family values her father as a talent and hires her as a daughter-in-law for the only son in the family, Jiang Junzhe.

But Jiang Junzhe didn't learn a lot, and he couldn't even get into Xiucai for several years, and his family reluctantly donated a fortune to work in the yamen after making some money.

On this day, Jiang Junzhe got off the government early, and on the way he drank and thought about going home to have a good drink, but as soon as he entered the house, it was pitch black, not to mention, the stove was cold, not to mention that there was no food, and there was no tea to drink.

"Stinky girls don't cook, what's lazy." Jiang Junzhe angrily smashed the wine jug, pulled the broom in the corner of the wall and rushed into the house.

scolded and scolded Zheng to death.

However, when I entered the house, I saw his mother and Zheng huddled in the corner, and the two of them exchanged heads, but they didn't know that there was someone back at home.

"Mother!" Although Jiang Junzhe does not learn and has no skills, he is better than filial piety, what his father and his mother said are more effective than the emperor's holy decree, seeing that his mother is pulling his daughter-in-law to be lazy, he can't say anything, so he can only put his temper away and find out the lamp oil by himself.

"What do you have to say, you can't say tomorrow? Hurry up, eat the whole thing first. Jiang Junzhe was full of complaints.

The oil lamp gradually lit up the outline of the whole room, Zheng's face was extremely bad, she sighed and rushed into the kitchen, and soon the fire in the hearth was ignited, and the fragrance of the burning grass and trees mixed with the sound of gurgling water gradually went up the beam.

Jiang Mu moved over the stool and slowly sat down next to the table, she lifted the coarse porcelain teapot and pinched the tea leaves inside, rubbing her hands nervously.

"Mother, if there's anything, just say it directly." Jiang Junzhe put down the cup and said nonchalantly: "Did you quarrel with the widow next door again?" ”

Jiang Mu shook her head, then glanced left and right, and lowered her voice like a thief: "She's not dead." ”

"Who? Who didn't die? Jiang Junzhe was confused.

"Jiangjia Village!" Jiang Mu gritted her teeth and said, "The culprit of Jiangjia Village's annihilation!" ”

Speaking of this, Jiang Junzhe followed with a grim expression, and he stumbled: "Aren't they all dead?" ”

"She's still alive, and your daughter-in-law and I met on the street today!" Mother Jiang's expression was frightened, not as if she was faking.

"Mother~" Jiang Junzhe rubbed his arms and said with his teeth: "Today is the Midyear Festival, don't look away, how can you survive in that situation." ”

In the spring of the beginning of the year, Jiangjia Village disappeared overnight, and he remembered very well that Jiang Erniang's family held a funeral that morning.

He was on an errand in Hangzhou Mansion, Lao Tzu Niang's were all taken over, and the wealth of the desperate family was to divide the land, and his father ran back to Jiangjia Village to rub oil and water in order to get a piece of the pie, and he set up a donkey cart to send his father back to Jiangjia Village, and left first because he had an errand to do that day.

According to the agreement, he picked up his father at the entrance of the village in the evening and returned to Hangzhou.

But Jiang Junzhe couldn't wait for his father, and the children who used to play at the entrance of the village were gone, and the village was a little scary.

Relying on the fact that this was his own territory, Jiang Junzhe drove the donkey into the village, and every inch of land was familiar to him, but it was so quiet that there was no sound.

At that time, he was the one who wondered, could it be that everyone had already rested? It's still bright, can't it?

Anything that happened will leave a trace, and even if it rains, the blood-soaked dirt in the cracks of the stone still shows what happened here.

Jiang Junzhe was so frightened that he didn't dare to go deeper into the village, so he rode away on a donkey overnight.

Compared with his cowardice, Jiang Mu really turned the entire Jiangjia Village upside down, and finally touched the cave in the back mountain

"She's not dead?" Jiang Junzhe swallowed and foamed, staring at the constantly shaking lampstand in front of him with a deep look.

Mother Jiang forcibly calmed herself: "It doesn't matter if she is dead or alive, whether she is a human or a ghost, as long as she is a thing, she has a way to deal with it!" ”

Her husband's tragically rotting body had been lingering in her mind, and she believed that Jiang Banxia was the culprit for all this, and her hatred made her clench her fists.

Jiang Junzhe opened his mouth and said, "Mother"

This period should be the easiest day she has ever had since she left home, Jiang Banxia sat down on a chair, she could smell the incense burner was smoked with orchid, and the faint and spicy smell was very good, especially when it rained, the taste was deeper.

The smell of dampness soaks into the corners and corners, and the heart calms down.

However, Fan Qingjun, who was sitting opposite her, was irritable, first smashing the pen and then smashing the inkstone, which was so lively.

The next official who reported on the disaster relief situation was frightened and confused, for fear that this powerful Fan would catch them and beat them.

This is a civil official with strong martial arts, and a disagreement can blow your head off.

Jiang Banxia began to run with his chin on his legs, remembering the interesting stories told by the seniors in Jinyiwei, in the early years, civil officials often fought in court, and every time they were in the court, they Jinyiwei had to die of busyness.

The civil officials are very interesting, the slightest discord, pick up the wat board on the waist and paste it on the other party's head, a wat board paste on the other side is not a joke, the better wat board is made of ivory, the second is jade.

Hit the head to ensure that the head blooms, and the good craftsmanship can directly call you to see the ancestors and ancestors.

Some civil servants roll up their sleeves and go into battle to kill the enemy.

At this time, Fan Qingjun slapped the table and scolded angrily: "It's all a bunch of fucking wine bags and rice bags!" ”

The officials who can achieve his rank are all from the Eight Classics and Imperial Examinations, and they speak with a bit of literati reserve, and when they hear Shangguan's vulgar words like a person in the market, they are all stunned.

Fan Qingjun is not an official who was born in science and Taoism, he has always relied on his own skills, the same in Dali Temple, and the same in the Yamen.

"My lord, the grain transportation is not under the control of our Yamen." The slightly chubby official lifted the black gauze hat on his head and said, "At most, the Yamen of the Zhensi is handling cases." ”

Fan Qingjun said in a deep voice: "Who said that this official wants to transfer grain!" ”

He slammed the table like thunder.

"Since the big lord doesn't seconded the grain, why is it still the next to ask the capital to secondment the grain transport," the official's voice became smaller and quieter, until he couldn't hear it.

"In a year of disaster, some people are uneasy about their duties, they have committed some violations of discipline and discipline, disrupting order, and the impact is huge. Fan Qingjun found a reason, and said it in a high-sounding manner, so that the group of officials could not find any mistakes.

The officials under "this" wiped their sweat one after another, what is this, now it is messy enough, and the newly appointed new official still has to burn a fire.

Hey, hey, I don't let people live.

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