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From entering Li Chengwei's private room to leaving, Ma San only stayed for half an hour.

After talking in detail about the things he paid attention to on weekdays, he didn't sit down for a moment, and soon went back to the second floor, and behind the seven or eight guests who had only paid the money, they all went out of the Zhang Homeland, and in the blink of an eye, they blended into the flow of people on the street.

The night market in Yujie was brightly lit and full of people, Ma San walked around the street for a long time, and walked and stopped, standing on the side of the stall from time to time, standing and asking the price, and no one paid attention to himself with his residual vision, so he walked slowly towards his home.

The house he rented was on the edge of the Cai River.

Although it is the same through the city, but the Cai River is different from the Bianhe River and the Jinshui River, even if it is also living water, the water quality is extremely turbid, can not be used for drinking, at most can only be used to wash clothes and clothes, and there are ships carrying goods from time to time, whether it is at night or during the day, it is noisy endlessly.

Cai He does not pass through the inner city, only around the outer city, even if you want to take a passenger boat to travel in Beijing, it is not convenient at all.

Living by such a river, there are many mosquitoes in summer and cold in winter, it is really not a good place, but in the capital where every inch of land is valuable, with Ma San's Yulu, this place is already the best choice.

When he returned home, he tapped on the door, and after a while, the Hun family came out to answer the door, and asked, "Why is the head of the house so late today?" ”

Ma San let out a "hmm" from his nose, didn't answer, and flashed in sideways.

Seeing that her husband was carrying a box of tea in his hand, the Hun family closed the door and stretched out his hand to take it.

As if it had been burned by Mars, Ma San hurriedly put the tea box behind him, glared at his wife with his eyes, and scolded: "What a lot of hands!" ”

Then he commanded, "Go to the kitchen and give me something to eat!" ”

As soon as the words fell, he repented and said: "Wait, you go to the Sun family restaurant first to help me make two corners of wine and come back." ”

The Hun family said "ah" and said: "Why don't you go to the house at the corner of the street, it's almost time now, by the way, I'll bring you a few side dishes back, and leave quickly, so that you won't be hungry." ”

Sun's restaurant is in the tiles of the Vermilion Bird Building, from here it is very far away, but it only takes a moment to play back and forth at the corner of the street, she was kind, but she didn't want Ma San to hear it, her eyebrows immediately wrinkled, and she scolded: "Back and forth, but half an hour, I work hard outside for a day, just eat a drink, you have so much nonsense!" ”

Ma San's temper at home is not small on weekdays, and the kindness of the Hun family is not counted as a donkey's liver and lungs, and he was scolded, and he was called around, but he didn't say anything, touched his purse, and honestly went out to drink.

But said that here Ma Sanzhi took his wife, carried the tea box back to the wing, first plugged the door inside, and lit the oil lamp, and looked at the window carefully with the lamp, and saw that it was closed tightly, so he held the lamp in one hand and the tea box in the other hand to the corner, and first carefully put the box in his arms, and then moved the big cabinet erected on the wall.

The floor of this house is made of stone slabs, and the gaps between the stone slabs are sealed with mud, and the small area under the cabinet is generally paved with large and small stone slabs, but it is much looser than the rest of the ground.

Ma San didn't need to count them, but he turned over one of the stone slabs skillfully, stretched out his hand, and dug through the loose soil below.

Soon, a small piece of oiled paper was touched by him.

Sealing the oil paper on the ground, he took out the tea box in his arms, lifted the lid again, and shook the box gently. After a while, a yellowish piece of paper was revealed.

It is a silver ticket with a currency pass number, with a face value of 200 taels.

The officials in the Dali Temple are the highest in the various ministries and departments in Beijing, but they can't stand the widows of the Great Jin Dynasty, if they only rely on the monthly money, at least they have to eat or drink for more than ten years, so that he can save enough money on this silver ticket.

Ma San opened the letter of oiled paper, which was wrapped in layers of paper, wrapped in three or four thin pieces of paper, which were generally silver tickets, and the amount of each piece was uncertain, some were large and some were small, the large ones were nearly five hundred taels, and the small ones were one hundred taels.

He stacked a few of them on top of each other, looked at them contentedly, counted them again, and finally put the new one on top, sealed the oiled paper, and buried it back in the ground.

When the stones had been put away again, and the cupboard had been moved back, and the place had been arranged as if it had not been touched, it had been a quarter of an hour.

Ma San raised the oil lamp in his hand, carefully observed the ground, and felt that there were no more flaws, so he breathed a sigh of relief, sat back on the couch, and silently counted the amount of silver in his heart.

In fact, with the money in his hands, he didn't need to live in this ghost place for a long time, even if he bought a remote house at the junction of the inner and outer cities, it was enough, but the money was unjust, and the Taichang Temple was very good, how many people were staring, not to mention the officials, even the officials were a hundred times more restrained than the rest of the ministries.

Even if he has money in his hand, he doesn't dare to spend it at this time, for fear of being discovered, not only will the money be recovered, according to the law, he will also be assigned to Salmon Island, so that those silver tickets can only be put first, and when he leaves Taichang Temple, he can only come to enjoy a good fortune.

Ma San has been a clerk in Dali Temple for more than 20 years, and he is used to being the honest one, and he does not stand out, nor does he provoke trouble.

He saw that after the senior and older Zifan Dashen around him took office, he was arrested one after another, either for accepting bribes, or for abusing power for personal gain, or relying on his familiarity with the rules and regulations, secretly helping the lawsuit party, he was the only one, and he had not touched anything at all.

What does it mean to be smart?

That's smart!

Those fools dare to take any job, and they don't want to think about what seat they are sitting in!

After Fan Yaochen came to power, he was the secretary of Dali Temple and the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, and on weekdays, he set up a table for his family to eat a wine outside, and he had to be a meal by the imperial history. Although they are only officials, they are generally in Dali Temple, and they really have to be strict, and under the nest, where can they escape.