Because of the rain this year, the harvest of local cotton farmers has been greatly reduced. Except for the part of the tax that was paid to the government, the rest was sold in the market. It was only sown in March, and the nails were worn out step by step, and it was only in the summer that the year was tired. Before he could make up his mind, he immediately cried and lost his face.

It turned out that the big households in Yongcheng came to collect it, and they deliberately lowered the price because they disliked that the quality of cotton was not as good as in previous years, but in fact, they were just to stock up on a large scale and sell it when it was cold. Twisting cotton into yarn and thread into clothing, or dusting into mattresses are all scarce materials in winter.

That money master is used to bullying and dominating the market, the so-called cotton in hand, I have the ticket. Here they earn the hard-earned money of the peasants, and there they raise the prices in the city. Other businessmen had suffered a secret loss from him, and they did not dare to compete with him for this business. As for the sale from other places, the distance is long and the cost is large, and the price is even less cost-effective.

"When his family collects it, he lowered ten yuan, and when the shop sells cotton clothes and cotton mattresses, it has risen by more than three taels. Not to mention the common people, even the barracks in the city, most of them were procured from him. ”

Governor Tong listened carefully, his eyebrows tightened and relaxed, and he didn't know whether to praise or scold: "This guy is really black enough." ”

The round eyes slipped around in the eye sockets, and the prefect Tong began to look at Zhao Yanjiu, and said in his heart: Your temperament will be repaid, if someone offends your sister, you will atone for his father.

It doesn't matter if the prefect Tong doesn't care whether he handles this case or not, because he is a lazy official, he is diligent in his office, and he just wants peace of mind and does not make enemies. One of the reasons why he was tempted was that Bai Zhou was in Yongcheng. The purpose of delegating supervision cases to various localities is to arrest some corrupt officials and corrupt officials, investigate unjust, false and wrongly decided cases, and take a look at the work of river embankments and barracks training.

If he seriously handles the case in front of Bai Zhou, he doesn't dare to think about whether he can get anything good in the future, and he can't find his fault anyway, right?

Second, when the previous prefect was in Yongcheng, he could make a profit, but when it was his turn, not to mention that the cases he had handled were a mess, that is, the accounts he received were out of balance, and the government treasury had to make ends meet.

The master mentioned it, but he didn't dare to blatantly ask the local squire Fu Jia to donate more taxes, because he was not popular with the people and it was easy to stumble on himself. In this way, a group of officials from the ministry and treasury followed suit. Seeing that there are still three months left in the New Year, and the household department of the imperial court is about to draw up the list again, he is worried. If you can take this opportunity to defeat a weasel, maybe you can take a break.

The two had their own thoughts and hit it off. You don't need to be able to pinch and calculate, you know that tomorrow the father and son of the Qian family will be unlucky.

- If people don't offend me, I won't offend anyone, if people offend me, hehe, I will find your shortcomings to expose.

Zhao Dagongzi has lived to this day, and the person he cares about most is Zhao Qingmiao's sister. It's too late to pet yourself, how can you ask others to bully?

He took Chang Huan to step out of the prefect's gate generously, swept away the depressed mood when he came, and raised his eyebrows with joy.

Look up at the moon, the moon cage light yarn. The staggered branches swayed in rows in the cold autumn wind.

When the master and servant walked leisurely across a section of the stone arch bridge, Chang Huan suddenly felt three anxious, and said with a reddish face that he was going to drown, so he went to find the bridge and sprinkled water in the hole.

It was the quiet night that Zhao Yanjiu felt bored and began to kick some gravel on the ground under his feet.

Far away from the bridge, he kicked with great strength, and with a strong toe force, a stone flew out with a 'pop', and he fell back into the dark alley opposite.

I only heard the sound of 'oops', although the human voice was a little low, it was still clear and abrupt in the surrounding environment.

"Who's there!" Zhao Yanjiu was startled when he heard this, and looked back at the bridge over there with some anxiety. Chang Huan hasn't gotten good yet, and he doesn't know how long it will take to soak in urine.

"Chang Huan, Chang Huan?"

Calling him in a suppressed voice, no one responded.

The night is enough to make people think wildly. Zhao Yanjiu has been most afraid of listening to ghost stories since he was a child, which is the opposite of Zhao Qingmiao. He also often laughs at his sister, girls love to listen to this thing, it's fresh enough.

He let out a long breath and gave himself a boost. Fingers together clenched into fists, and he took a step not very calmly.

“…… Who is so lacking in virtue. The shadow that had disappeared in the shadows spoke again.

Getting closer, Zhao Yanjiu's body was a little stiff. He stood at the mouth of the alley where light and dark alternated, staring at the black shadow with a pair of good-looking peach blossom eyes, his face was quite calm and self-controlled, the moonlight poured down the corner of the eaves, and the thin outline seemed to be covered with a faint light.

The dark shadow squirmed from side to side. Zhao Yan thought about it for a long time and stepped back, but found that he couldn't move. Isn't it immobilized by evil spirits? Anyway, he would never admit that he was scared and weak.

The black shadow suddenly moved, and came out of the alley without slowness. Zhao Yanjiu felt goosebumps rise, and the cold wind rushed up his spine one after another. He gritted his teeth, his fingertips turned white, his jaw tensed, and when the thing was almost there, he suddenly raised his hand and beckoned with his fist!

"Is that you?" The black shadow is a female voice, with moist eyes, and her voice is warm with a hint of surprise.

When the fist was about to fall on that face, Zhao Yanjiu stopped suddenly, retracted his strength, and took a sharp breath.

It's familiar.

He saw people clearly in the moonlight, and it turned out to be Su Ajiao! A ball of colored bedding wrapped tightly around the whole body, and his expression was dumb and silly. So the whole person relaxed, and after a while, he was in the mood to look at her carefully.

"At night, all the stalls are set up in the alley?"

He originally wanted to ask her: Why are you doing here wrapped in bedding if you don't go home after closing the stall at night? He teased her in a mean tone.

Su Ajiao raised the back of her hand to wipe her face, and looked away. Tightly grasping the corner of the futon, he smiled reluctantly and said, "Zhao Gongzi, what a coincidence." ”

He would rather not have such a coincidence.

Zhao Yanjiu found that her eyelids were red and swollen, and guessed that she had cried for a while in an invisible place, and her voice was also hoarse. Lowering his eyes, he unconsciously scratched his nose, pulled the corners of his mouth and said, "Are you in trouble?" If not, we will send you home? ”

He was referring to Chang Huan, of course. It is inconvenient for him to do this kind of thing alone.

Su Ajiao paused, pursed her dry lips, shook her head and said, "No need...... I—I just got kicked out of my house. I wanted to roll up and cover it in the alley for one night, but I was hit on the head by a stone from you. ”

Zhao Yanjiu's lips trembled: Is this to blame him? No, the point is that Su Ajiao has nowhere to go.

He immediately thought of Su Kangan in his mind, although he felt that the relationship between the two was by no means brother and sister, he still asked tentatively: "What about your brother?" You can always take refuge, right? ”

It's okay not to mention it, but when she mentioned him, Su Ajiao burst into tears again, and the ticking seemed to be unstoppable. His hands immediately covered his face, and his palms quickly became wet, and he choked with crying.

"Woooooooooo......oo He, he doesn't recognize me, wife...... Daddy drove me away, woo woo......"

Although it was intermittent, Zhao Yan understood it for a long time.

Oh, his intuition is right, Su Kangan is really not a good person, and he divorced his wife after catching the daughter of the Tang Mansion.