"What will I arrange after I arrive at the county seat?" Wang Miaojian chatted well, and took the opportunity to ask,

"Tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning, you take Wang Miao to Tianji Pavilion to find me, I will wait for you there," the Huang team officer told Erhu, turned his head and looked at Wang Miao again,

"Tomorrow, you'll have to do a few tests first, and you'll know the content of the tests then, and then you can decide where you're going after the results come out," he paused, and then added,

"There are two kinds of results after the test, the first one, pass, of course, this is the result that we are all willing to see, after the results come out, you can enter the Metropolitan Procuratorate, start with the inspection, and Zhang Chaguan, of course, you can also choose not to enter the Metropolitan Procuratorate, do something else, there is no problem, except for some professional requirements are relatively high, generally can. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"The second way, if you don't pass the test, the government will exempt you from the first year of hard labor, let you return to Shangliang Village, and like everyone else in the village, share ten acres of land and some other living utensils, and live there for three years, during these three years, you must not have major faults, such as murder, escape, etc. ”

When Officer Huang said this, his tone was obviously a little heavier.

"After three years, you can continue to take the test, so that you have a total of three opportunities to take the test, and if you fail to do it three times, you can only be like everyone else, you can't enter the Metropolitan Procuratorate, you can only do other jobs. ”

Wang Miao took some time to digest the words of this serious and cold middle-aged man in black.

"Is this because of the dress I'm wearing?" Wang Miao was silent for a moment and asked,

"Yes, you will know the meaning of this dress later," Officer Huang stopped talking and began to close his eyes again.

Zhang Erhu listened from the sidelines, and did not make a sound, but his expression looked very envious, and the carriage returned to silence and quiet.

The convoy was riding horses all the way, and when they arrived at the county seat, it was already night.

This trip down the convoy tired enough, and changed horses twice on the way, Erhu said that this is a post station, open to ordinary people, you can eat and stay here, it is good, and it is convenient for many people who are rushing to the distance.

Through the small window, Wang Miao observed the first county town he had seen since he came to this world.

In the county town, the lights are on, the crowd is surging, the bustle is abnormal, the street is very wide, it seems to have been planned, the lane and the pedestrian are separated, the road surface is paved with green bricks, it looks very smooth, and the carriage is not very bumpy when it goes up.

On the side of the road, there are street lamps erected by stone bricks more than ten meters apart, the style is simple, like a small palace, and has a classical beauty that is different from modern street lamps.

Wang Miao noticed something peculiar.

There are no electric lights in the county, they are all lit by candles or oil lamps, and there are no cars, electric cars and other means of transportation on the road, not even bicycles, there are a lot of carriages and wheelbarrows, and the houses on both sides of the street are very distinctive, although they are not high, only three or four floors, but these not high buildings are actually 'ancient buildings'.

This is not a modern to see some antique buildings, is a real ancient building, modern antique building, in vain, the essence is reinforced concrete, these ancient buildings, but the real wooden structure of the house, each house is a log green tile, flying corner eaves, exquisite abnormal.

In addition to the plaques with their own names written on the storefronts along the street, there are also many shops with banners held up with bamboo poles and various slogans written to attract customers.

All this made Wang Miao feel that he had gone back in time, as if he had returned to Kaifeng City in the Qingming Shanghe Map of the Northern Song Dynasty a thousand years ago.

The difference is that the pedestrians are not dressed and dressed as completely retro as the building, and it is not modern.

The dress of these people is more like the dress of people in the Republic of China period in film and television dramas, men or short placets, or long robes, women with multiple skirts, and by chance, you can also see several young men and women wearing cheongsams and suits, which are very eye-catching.

Wang Miao watched silently, thinking repeatedly in her mind, making various speculations, and analyzing the various factors hidden behind these appearances, but because the conditions were not enough, it was difficult to draw conclusions, so she could only take one step at a time.

The convoy stopped at the entrance of a brightly lit three-story restaurant with the words 'Nanjiang Restaurant' written on it.

At the time of separation, the Yellow team officer told the two tigers to treat Wang Miao well, and make an appointment to meet again at nine o'clock tomorrow, so as not to miss the time, the two tigers agreed, but the yellow team officer sat alone in the carriage and left with the cavalry.

The two entered the restaurant, it was dinner time, the first floor was full, full of people, these people's clothes were similar to the two tiger yellow team officers, mostly cyan, slightly less black, and the gold stars on the armbands were also more or less, with five at most.

Wang Miao thought secretly, it seems that these are all the officials in the so-called Metropolitan Procuratorate, and this restaurant is their exclusive restaurant.

Erhu has a lot of acquaintances, from time to time to stop to say hello, these officials saw Wang Miao, all showed surprise, it seems that here, it is rare to see people who do not know, but they are very tacit, and do not take the initiative to ask Wang Miao's origin.

The two finally found an empty seat, a girl wearing an orange skirt, a slender figure, and a good face, swaying and walking with the recipe, Erhu lowered his head, took the recipe and asked Wang Miao to order, which attracted bursts of silver bell-like laughter, Wang Miao shook his head, signaling that it didn't matter.

Erhu ordered the dishes, but always lowered his head, Wang Miao looked interesting, probably unfamiliar, the girl didn't say much, after ordering, swinging her waist, holding the recipe, and walking away with a smile.

Erhu was a little embarrassed and wanted to say something, but he sighed when he said it, but he didn't say anything.

When the wine and food were served, the two of them ate tasteless and tasteless, without any appetite, not because of the dishes, Wang Miao was thinking about things, how could he have the heart to eat well.

Erhu was even more depressed when he ate, needless to say that it was all because of that girl, the two of them finished eating in a hurry, Erhu led Wang Miao to the guest room on the third floor, and told him not to go out, rest early, and come to him tomorrow morning, Wang Miao nodded and agreed.

This night, Wang Miao didn't sleep well, thinking back to what he saw and heard on the road, and thinking of tomorrow's test, along the way, Erhu and Huang Team Officer didn't show any words, which made him a little nervous, I don't know what this test is about? Lying on the bed tossing and turning, until the second half of the night, he fell asleep groggily.

The next morning, the two tigers came on time, and when Wang Miao packed up, they went downstairs together, and as soon as they went out, Wang Miao saw that on the opposite side of the street, there was a building tightly surrounded by a wall, beyond the wall, through the woods, you could see all kinds of carved beams and paintings, flying eaves and corners, hidden behind this wall.

Erhu led him through the street, came to the gate of the wall, took out the waist card for the guards to check, Wang Miao looked at the archway-shaped gate, which said "Nanjiang Metropolitan Procuratorate", five golden characters, no payment, I don't know who wrote it.

Entering the gate, passing through the pavilions and pavilions, and the corridors, the two came to an ordinary three-story pavilion.

"This should be the Heavenly Machine Pavilion. Wang Miao secretly guessed.

There are also guards at the door, and when they saw the two tigers coming, someone went in to report, and after a while, the yellow team officer came out and led them up to the third floor, and came to a door that said 'No. 306 A'.

Officer Huang knocked on the door.

"Come in," a deep voice sounded.

As soon as Wang Miao entered the door, he saw a middle-aged man dressed in purple, sitting on a chair beside him.

"Officer Hu Ling," Officer Huang and Erhu clasped their fists and saluted at the same time.

Wang Miao was a little late to react, and hurriedly saluted with the two of them, the man in purple didn't speak, and took out something similar to a mobile phone like Huang Chaguan and looked at it.

Wang Miao found that the middle-aged man in purple did not have a badge on his arm like everyone else, but embroidered a crescent moon on his chest, floating on the clouds.

It wasn't easy to see, he looked inside the room.

The room looks like a Chinese-style study, with Bogu shelves on both sides of the wall, books on one side, porcelain and jade on the other, calligraphy and paintings on the wall, and a large desk in the room.

The strange thing is that on the desk, there is a large blank calligraphy and painting.

"You can start," the purple-clothed Hu Lingguan seemed to confirm Wang Miao's identity, and said in a low voice.

The Huang team officer hugged his fists and said yes, turned his head and motioned to Erhu and Wang Miao to sit down in front of the desk, sat behind the desk, took the inkstone to grind the ink, sharpened it for a while, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and began to write on the blank calligraphy and painting.

Writing and writing, Wang Miao, who was sitting opposite him, suddenly felt that something was wrong.