In Nanjing Mansion, Yang Shi was busy and had no leisure. He is the magistrate of Nanjing Prefecture, and the magistrate is equivalent to the director of the public security bureau, and he is at the feet of the Son of Heaven, so his power is not small. But he is responsible for the security of the capital, and there is no room for sloppiness in large and small cases.

The boss Nanjing Mansion Yin Li Shimian is not good to serve, Li Shimian, a native of Anfu, Ji'an, Jiangxi, is notoriously upright. No one is merciful, and large and small cases were originally examined and approved by the officials and reported to the Criminal Department for approval. How do you know that Zhu Di also set up a Jinyi Guard, constantly interfering, although Ji Gang died, he is currently commanded by Zhu Di's third son, Zhao Wang Zhu Gaosui, after all, he is in charge of the Beizhen Fu Division, and the Jinyi Wei is a lot more low-key.

It is a recognized fact that the crown prince and the two sons of the king of Han seized power, and no one refused to give in. Nanjing Mansion Yin Li Shimian was very upright, reprimanded Jinyiwei, and naturally asked Yang Tuiguan to take matters into his own hands, manage the case well, and not let Jinyiwei interfere.

No, I have been busy since the morning today, and I haven't had time to eat breakfast, and I received a report from my subordinates that someone in Jiangning is killing people on the street. Yang Tuiguan couldn't help but change color, and exclaimed: "This still doesn't let people live?" What can I do about this, the murderer is really bold, Your Majesty governs, kills people on the street, how bad it is, if you let Your Majesty know. ”

This is the capital, and the wind and grass can be conveyed to His Majesty's ears.

Yang Tuiguan complained bitterly, and on the one hand ordered to report the matter to Governor Li's mansion, and on the other hand, he ordered ten arresters to go and get people. If you let Jinyiwei take the lead, you won't be able to explain to Lord Fu Yin.

Nanjing Prefecture has a total of 100 fast guards and 80 fast guards, of course, this refers to the establishment of the "regular service", and a regular officer going out on a business trip, he has to bring two deputy officers, and each deputy officer has to bring his "helpers" and "men", so that a fast business trip, in fact, nearly ten people go out. Therefore, Zhao Tuiguan transferred ten people, which is actually a hundred people, and such a huge team swaggered through the market, which was indeed rare in the Chengping era.

After a while, the deputies, helpers, and men were gathered, and the people arrived, and Yang Tuiguan was dressed in an official robe, got out of the office, and went majestically with two hundred men......

Let's say that Dong Mingquan killed someone, his face turned white in an instant, his head roared, and he just kept chanting: "I killed someone, I killed someone." ”

The little guy who had already recognized Dong Ming's situation told Dong Hai the news, and the Zhao family of the Dong family was discussing making beautiful clothes with the cloth, and when he heard that his son had killed someone, he immediately fainted.

Dong Hai suddenly changed color and rushed over.

When Dong Hai arrived, Yang Tuiguan also brought people to arrive, divided three times by five, and took Dong Ming's situation. Dong Hai trembled and didn't dare to say a word.

"Dad, help, help!" Dong Mingquan kept shouting.

How can Dong Hai not feel sorry for his son, but this is murder, and he can't help it.

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In the evening, the sky is full of colorful clouds.

The mountains in the distance, the Qinhuai River in the distance, the winding road, and the majestic palaces on the horizon are all covered with a faint golden yellow. At the time of the Battle of Jingjing, there was a river of blood and a sparse population. In fact, at this time, Jiangning County was not big, and it was not as much as half of a modern remote county, except for the royal manor and the paradise of the nobles, all of which were fields. The Ming Dynasty emphasized agriculture and suppressed commerce, and the fields of Jiangning were naturally no exception to the crops planted. Chen Yuan walked around the suburbs in the afternoon, of course, not to play, but to see the growth of the millet.

As a grassroots worker, rice planting and threshing are indispensable every year. Chen Yuan was not familiar with millet, and he watched it for an afternoon and sighed. At this time, the ears of grain are small, the grains are less, this is still a good field, if it is a cold water field and a rotten mud field, there is only one plant in three steps, and the grains are only hundreds.

There are clouds in ancient poems, there is no idle land in the four seas, and farmers are especially starving to death. In a feudal society with serious land annexation, the life of the peasants was not easy.

Chen Yuan has never had the ambition to help the world and the people, but when he walked on the ridge, his mood was extremely heavy.

After walking a few laps, Chen Yuan returned to the county seat, the murder incident had long passed, and the market was still bustling, with shops on both sides of the street, the sound of selling was endless, the streets paved with smooth bluestone slabs, and the wheels that passed by rolled up and resounded.

"Maomao, Maomao." When Chen Yuan was about to go and find something to eat, a bunch of people gathered in front of him. It seems that someone is crying.

Chen Yuan looked and saw a child lying on the ground, and a woman in her forties kept shouting, looking anxious. The man next to him looked haggard and at a loss.

Passers-by pointed and pointed, but no one reached out to help. Some watched the excitement and left on their own.

Chen Yuan remembered the later generations, whether to help or not, in fact, there is no need to argue, it is the same in any era, people take care of themselves and are not busy, how can there be any reason to care about others.

In feudal society, human life is like a mustard, and it is just a matter of course to support each other. Unbelief? Lock a group together, and if you want to kill one person, the others won't unite and rebel, but will gloat over the unlucky guy.

Chen Yuan stepped forward and said softly, "Let me take a look." ”

The woman did not expect someone to come to help, and muttered, "Thank you, thank you!" ”

Chen Yuan smiled slightly, seeing that the child's lips were chapped, his face was blue, and his skin was dark, he said to the shopkeeper next to him: "Shopkeeper, please take a bowl of water." ”

Seeing that Chen Yuan was dressed as a scholar, the shopkeeper no longer had doubts, and after a while, he brought out a bowl of water with an enamel bowl, Chen Yuan massaged the child's temples, pinched his middle, and poured some water into him.

Chen Yuan asked, "Why are you here?" ”

"Engong, we are from Fu Chun'an County, Yanzhou, Zhejiang, because Mao Mao is more than four years old and can't speak, so we brought him to seek medical treatment, no, I didn't expect ......"

I see, Chen Yuan understood when he thought about it, it is estimated that the couple has such a son, and the son can't speak, so he must have been anxious about them, and he ran around begging Langzhong, and he was embarrassed to this point.

Chen Yuan smiled and said: "You two don't have to be nervous, I look at Linglang with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and he will be a rare reading talent in the future." ”

The woman was skeptical, firstly, Chen Yuan was too young, and secondly, her son couldn't speak, and he was usually stupid, how could he become a talent, surprised: "Really—really?" ”

"Naturally, it's true, I have been cultivating with my master for five years, and I can also observe people."

At this time, the child woke up and coughed twice.

"Maomao, my Maomao." The woman was pleasantly surprised, her son was all she had.

Chen Yuan shook his head: "Maomao, Maomao, this name is not good." ”

"Eun Gong?"

"Well, I'll give him a new name."

"Okay, okay, Eun Gong, please say."

"What's the child's last name?"

The man came over and said, "The child's surname is Shang." ”

"Shang, Shang's surname, good surname." Chen Yuan glanced around, saw the two cars crossing over, and said, "The cars go to one side, the cars are each gone, and the cars are each way, so let's call it a business in the future." ”

"Talk." The woman read it again and rejoiced, "Thank you for the name." ”

Chen Yuan shook his head: "Don't thank me yet, I want to reciprocate." ”

The couple looked embarrassed and bowed their heads sadly. came to Beijing from his hometown to visit a famous doctor, but he had long been exhausted and penniless.

Chen Yuan took out the money from his money bag and handed it to the woman.

The two were stunned.

Chen Yuan said with a smile: "This is my investment, and in the future, Ling Lang will study and become an official, but he will pay me back a hundred times." ”

The two were so frightened that they didn't dare to take the money. The son can't speak, a fool, they just want him to be safe, if he can become an official in the future, don't say a hundred, he is willing to give 10,000.

"Go, go home. You don't have to force it. ”

The couple took the money and wanted to kowtow, Chen Yuan hurriedly pulled it up, they thanked them a lot, picked up the child and returned to their hometown.

Chen Yuan shook his head and smiled, yes, the living expenses are going to be gone, who says that he can't see this.

"Wugong Mountain people, I see many people seeing you cure the child, and praise you for your wonderful rejuvenation, this child will really have a future in the future? Are you telling the truth? A male duck's throat rang out.

It turned out to be the two Chinese dressed boys I met in Jiming Temple that day, and today the male duck is wearing purple clothes, and Changchun real people are wearing white robes, with a unified hat on their heads, and white jade on the jade belt, with a graceful demeanor, holding a small gold fan and shaking slightly, looking at Chen Yuan with a smile.