The city gate went in and out, and a few soldiers who were not on duty were laughing with a newspaper from the palace.

"Again."

"And hijacking so much money."

"Hey, speaking of the ink disciples..."

They stopped talking and turned to look at the people next to them, who looked lazy in the sun with their arms folded against the wall, but unlike the other resting guards, his eyes were always fixed on the people entering and exiting the city gate.

"Zhang Yuan." One of the guards shook it in front of his eyes with the newspaper, "I remember that you were dismissed because of the Ink Disciples, and you see, now there are Ink Disciples again."

Zhang Yuan raised his hand and waved away the newspaper in front of him, and he was not interested in reading it.

"Not strange." He only stared at the city gate, didn't seem to blink, and said coldly, "If there is one, there will be two, and if there is a kind, there will be learning, and if one thief is not eliminated, there will be no endless thieves."

As they spoke, a group of officers came from the city gates, wrapped in cloaks and equipped with equipment on horseback.

When they passed by the city gate, they did not stop straight past Lema.

"Zhang Tou'er." One of the officials shouted.

Zhang Yuan's eyes fell on this official errand and saw that it was the errand he had brought with him in Jingzhao Mansion.

Not just one, but all three.

They jumped down, their eyes filled with excitement: "Chief, we ......"

"Don't call me Boss, I'm guarding the door now." Zhang Yuan said, smiling.

"Habits haven't changed." One of the officers laughed, and said busily, "Guess what we're going to do?" Without waiting for Zhang Yuan to ask, he took the initiative to say, "Let's go and urge the local government to catch the ink disciples."

Zhang Yuan sighed, and the city gate guard next to him hurriedly held up the mansion newspaper and said, "Let's do this." "It's fast." "The Imperial Court is going to inspect?"

The messenger nodded: "Yes, Your Majesty ordered Dali Temple to inquire about this matter, and Liu Siqing will assign people to supervise it."

As he spoke, he looked at Zhang Yuan again.

"Chief, we still remember about you, so we took the initiative to ask for this errand."

This kind of errand is not a good errand, the local government is not easy to deal with, and if the errand is not done well, you will be scolded when you come back, and it is very dangerous to arrest the murderer.

Zhang Yuan finally looked solemn and saluted: "It's been hard all the way."

A few errand officers returned the salute with a smile, and it was inconvenient to talk about official business, so they said goodbye to Zhang Yuan and galloped away.

Zhang Yuan watched and leaned against the city wall again to stare at the people entering and leaving the city gate.

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.....

The torches illuminated the small mountain village, the barking of dogs, mixed with the footsteps of horses, the hustle and bustle, and the robes of the officials and soldiers gave great comfort to the villagers who had just suffered a catastrophe.

"What do you look like.....

"What did they say..."

"How many people are in the group?"

After listening to the cries of the villagers and checking the casualties and losses, the officers and soldiers gathered in front of the leader of the team.

"Only a few people were wounded, no one was killed." An officer and soldier said.

"Each household only grabs a part." Another officer and soldier said, "If you say that you want to help other weak people and let them not be sad, this is accumulating virtue and doing good."

When the chief heard this, he laughed and cursed: "Robbery has become a collection of virtue and good deeds, what nonsense!"

"Is this what the Ink Disciples do?" The officers and soldiers also asked with strange expressions.

"That's how the message above describes it anyway." The chief took the paper and looked at it by a torch, and said, "Wear straw sandals, dress modestly, and profess to be chivalrous."

After reading it, I pouted, what a weird sect.

He put away the paperwork.

"Have you asked which direction you are going?"

The officers and soldiers nodded.

"Would you like to search the neighborhood as well?" An officer and soldier thought of something and pointed not far away, "I remember that there is a group of bandits on the hill here."

The leader looked in front of him: "O group of bandits, I know that the last time I surrounded and suppressed it, there was not much left, and I was frightened, so I dared to go down

The mountain steals a chicken, duck and sheep."

At present, it is important to complete the affairs of the imperial court.

That's a Mo disciple, the emperor asked, and Dali Temple supervised it.

And as mentioned above, those ink disciples are extremely good at disguise, especially the craftsmen of the restaurant and tea shop.

Restaurants and tea shops are all gathered in the city.

"You guys." He stretched out his hand and pointed at a group of officers and soldiers, "Go over there and warn those bandits."

As for the rest, don't waste it here.

The leader waved his hand and said, "The others come with me."

With the noisy people gone, the small mountain village fell into night again, and the barking of dogs gradually subsided, and occasionally the wails of the wounded and the grief of relatives were heard.

Although he was not killed, it was also a great disaster for the poor villagers to be injured, especially as the main force of the family, plus half of the savings were robbed, it is still unknown whether the old and the young can survive until the beginning of spring.

The winter nights are so cold that no one can sleep.

A family at the entrance of the village had an oil lamp on, a young woman came in with a bowl, an old woman sitting in the room, and a person lying on the bed.

"Mother." The woman whispered, in a thick nasal voice, "The medicine is ready."

The old woman got up and walked to the side of the bed and called, "Ah Shui, take the medicine."

There was a man lying on the bed, facing inwards and not moving, only muffled and said, "Thank you, auntie, I don't need to take medicine, I'm fine."

The old woman sighed: "How can you not take medicine, you are already seriously injured, and you have been beaten again, so you can't be careless."

"Those thieves..." The man turned sharply, his eyes in the lamplight.

"I know you want to save the folks, but you really can't fight them." The old woman advised, "They just want to rob things, and if they annoy them, they will kill people."

"Brother Shui, don't worry." The woman said, "The officers and soldiers have already come to investigate, and I heard that it is still an order from the imperial court, and that group of ink disciples are extremely evil, and they must not die well."

The man propped himself up, his eyes full of anger: "They're not ......."

When the words came to his mouth and he swallowed again, he didn't know if it was powerlessness or something, and the person fell back.

The old woman and the woman hurriedly helped and asked, and the man closed his eyes and calmed down a few breaths.

"Okay." He said, "I take medicine."

The old woman and the woman breathed a sigh of relief and fed the man medicine, and the woman let the old woman rest, and she stayed here.

It is said to be resting, that is, a board was set up on the other side of the house, and the old woman went to lie down by herself, and when she was old, coupled with fright, she was tired and fell asleep quickly.

The woman sat in front of the brazier and mended her shoes and socks by the help of an oil lamp.

"Spring Peach Girl." The man on the bed suddenly called softly.

The woman hurriedly put down the needle and thread, and went over to ask, "Where is Brother Ah Shui uncomfortable?"

The man lay on the bed and said, "You and my aunt saved me, and I haven't been able to repay you yet.....

"You don't need to repay it, at that time you were lying on the river beach, and whoever saw it had to be saved, this is human nature." The woman whispered.

The man was silent for a moment.

"I haven't been able to repay you, and I'm going to trouble you now." "It could also be dangerous to you," he said.

The woman looked at the man on the bed, although she was haggard and bloodless, her eyes were still sharp and different from ordinary people.

She clasped her hands and said, "You say."

......

......

Out of the first month, the cold wind is still like a knife.

There were few people in the town early in the morning, and the pedestrians were tightly wrapped in their robes, and a country girl in a turban was huddled in the corner, as if she had slowed down for a while before she had the strength to walk.

"Selling shoes, soles, mille-feuille soles, straw sandals....." she whispered, carrying the basket.

The basket hung with various shoe soles, which swayed as the village girl walked.

However, the business was not very good, and it was not sold until the sun rose, and the rich disdained this kind of thing, and those who had no money would rather do it themselves.

The village girl has traveled almost all over the city, most

After that, I couldn't walk anymore, so I found a corner and squatted down to rest, and took out the coarse dough cakes that had been cold and ate them slowly.

"The big sister."

In the alley opposite, a female voice suddenly shouted.

The village girl looked over in a daze, and saw a woman standing in front of the door, still holding a vegetable basket in one hand, picking and drying vegetable roots, and saw her come over and wave again.

"How do you sell those soles?" The woman asked aloud, "Come and I'll see."

Finally, there was business, but the village girl did not immediately run over happily, and her expression was still a little nervous, so that the dry cake was stuck in her throat and almost choked.

The woman also seemed a little strange, and raised her voice and asked, "Aren't you selling the soles of your shoes?"

The village girl took a deep breath and carried the basket over: "Sell, sell."

"I'll see if I sell it." The woman said, wiping her hand on her apron, "There are many children in the house, and they grow up quickly, and they can't do it at the beginning of spring."

The village girl lowered her head, and came out to sell it for the first time, very unskilled, and her voice was nervous and timid: "Yes, it's my craftsmanship, all of them are very strong."

Like all women who buy things, they turn out the soles of all kinds of shoes in the basket, look left and right, look up and down, pinch and pinch them, and vow to buy the best for the least amount of money.

The village girl let her pick it up, and the woman of the sudden hand pinched a straw sandal, and the grass knot that fell on it seemed to rub unintentionally, and the village girl lowered her head like a fire.

A woman's voice came to my ears.

「.... You're pretty clever at this, what's your appeal?"

The village girl only felt that her ears were buzzing, and her mouth was dumb for a while.

The next moment, the woman smiled and said, "I mean, you've put a lot of thought into it, but what price can these straw sandals sell for?"

After saying this, the village girl still lowered her head and did not speak.

Apparently not, the woman put down the straw sandals and picked up a pair of cloth soles: "I'll buy more expensive cloth ......"

Before she finished her words, the village girl raised her head, clutched the corner of her clothes tightly with her hand, and said, "Walking on the avenue, money is priceless, Nantang has something to say."

The woman was slightly stunned, then a smile appeared in her eyes, and she held her shoes and clicked three times in front of her: "Please speak."

.....

.....

When the night once again enveloped the mountain village, the village girl Chun Tao stepped into the house.

The man on the bed heard her come in and struggled to get up.....

"Brother Shui, lie down and don't move." Chun Tao hurriedly said, unable to hide her excitement and showing the basket to the old woman, "Mother, the soles of the shoes are all sold, I bought lard and came back."

The old woman said yes again and again, took the basket and looked at it: "It's really a lot, and there is no shortage of meat for half a year." As he spoke, he walked out, "I'll boil it up."

She went out, and Chun Tao looked at the man on the bed, and the excitement on her face under the dim light had not yet dissipated.

"I found it, and gave me the note you wrote." She whispered as she took out a small knot of grass and handed it over, "Look at it, right?"

She handed it over, and the man raised his left hand to take it.

"I'll bring the lamp." Chun Tao said.

The man said no, touched the knot in his palm, nodded and said, "That's right."

Chun Tao sat down with a sigh of relief: "Great, I'm really afraid to admit my mistake." Then he asked, "Then your family will come to pick you up?"

The man smiled, "No, what I told them is more important, and I will continue to trouble you."

Chun Tao couldn't help laughing: "No trouble, no trouble."

Outside the house, the old woman's shout sounded, "Chun Tao, come and serve the food."

Chun Tao responded loudly and happily went out.

The man lay on the bed and held the straw knot in the palm of his hand, he had done his best, and the rest was up to the others.

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......

In the roadside inn late at night, there were many people resting, and the stables were busy, and there were two people squatting beside the hay stacks and reading the strips in their hands by the lamp.

"It turned out to be a thief's impostor." One whispered, "I knew the government was looking for it, but I didn't think about it that much."

The other nodded, "Yes, after all, it's not uncommon for the government to catch ink disciples."

They are sinful.

It's just that I didn't expect that this time the government made such a big move, because there were bandits who did evil and pushed it on their Momen.

"It's disgusting!" One threw the wooden fork in his hand to the ground, "I'll go and eradicate those bandits."

The person next to him sighed, "How do you eradicate it? Your ability can only control horses, and you can't fight with bandits, not to mention, there is also the government.....

The government is now arresting ink disciples, and they don't care if it's true or not, they have to arrest the fake, and they have to arrest the real one.

It is very dangerous to suffer from the enemy in such a belly and back.

The man also sighed, "What a calamity."

He walked over and picked up the wooden fork, he couldn't do anything, he could only spread the news from all sides, there was a heroic hero who could solve the crisis of Momen.

A car and horses galloped, and people from all directions converged to the capital, and after verification, they passed through the city gate and walked in the bustling capital.

However, the visitors didn't care about enjoying the beautiful scenery, so they inquired all the way and found an alley, in front of a house.

"Brother Guo, open the door." He jumped off his horse and shouted.

Guo Laohan opened the door, looked at the man standing at the door, and said with a smile, "Isn't this the shopkeeper Qiao of the gold and silver shop? Why are you here?"

Shopkeeper Qiao smiled: "Our owner has business dealings with the capital, let me come over and take a look, and when I heard that I was going to Beijing, Mrs. Dong asked me to help take a look at Miss Seven Stars, and she also brought a big bag of food."

Aunt Guo also greeted with a smile, urging Brother Guo to take off the burden on the horse's back.

"Why did you bring food?" She said, "Don't worry about Mrs. Dong, the capital can't be hungry."

The neighbor on the side walked out, saw this scene, smiled and quipped, "No matter how good the capital is, it is not as good as the flavor of your hometown, and your owner really misses you."

As a neighbor, the origin of the identity is naturally hidden, and I was inquired about it on the first day I moved in.

Aunt Guo also got acquainted with the neighbors, and said with a smile, "Our owner is really good." As he spoke, he also opened his baggage and picked out some dried vegetables to send to his neighbors, "Also taste the flavor of our Xucheng."

The inside and outside of the house and the alley became lively.

Shopkeeper Joe was ushered into the backyard.

"Quick, drink hot tea to warm up." The pheasant brought him tea.

Shopkeeper Qiao smiled and thanked, "Little young girl, don't be busy." He looked at Seven Stars standing next to him and took out the letter, "This is the latest news."

On the surface, he is helping Linglongfang carry things, but inside he is carrying news for Xitang.

The pheasant put the tea on the table, withdrew, and waited outside the door.

"Is everything at home?" Qixing asked, opening the letter and reading it.

Shopkeeper Qiao nodded and shook his head: "It's okay at home, but I don't know if it's wrong."

That's a strange thing to say.

"Miss Seven Stars, read the letter, Wei Dongjia wrote it on the letter."

Seven Stars' eyes were also fixed on the name on the letter at the same time.

Huo Lian.

"Him." She also seemed surprised, "You actually came to Xu City?"

And moreover....

She looked down to see what was next.

Shopkeeper Qiao said on the side: "Master Cao has been staring at the yamen, and he can be sure that the Du Judge really hasn't checked anything, no matter how you look at it, he is passing by to spend the night, but everyone is still not sure in their hearts, for fear that there will be a threat to Miss Qixing."

Qixing had finished reading the letter, his expression had regained his composure, and he smiled, "No, it's okay."

No? It's okay? Is she so sure? Shopkeeper Qiao was stunned.

"He's not just passing through the night." Qixing explained to him, but didn't say much, "It's something else, don't worry."

Shopkeeper Qiao heard some meaning, how do you feel that this Qixing knows Huo Lian? How did she know it was something else? that

What's the matter with him?

However, looking at Qixing, it was obvious that he didn't want to talk more, and Shopkeeper Qiao could only press curiosity, anyway, just remind him.

"Oh yes." He thought of something, and took out another narrow strip, "There's another message."

And also? Seven Stars took it.

"But it's not ours, it's me who met it on the road, and someone sent a message saying that there are bandits pretending to be Momen to do evil." Shopkeeper Qiao said, "It alarmed the emperor, and the emperor ordered Dali Temple to supervise the local government to strictly investigate."

Qixing looked at the letter, this kind of urgent letter is very short, only a few words, the location where the incident was discovered, and the source of the letter.

Qixing's gaze fell on the last, and Nanmo Mengxi was long.

"In this world, in addition to being convicted by the government, we Momen will also be impersonated by the wicked....." Shopkeeper Qiao said, it was really complicated and difficult to explain.

"Momen is guilty, and using this identity as a eucalyptus to add to our sin, they are at ease." Seven Stars said, "I see, I'll settle this matter."

Settle?

Shopkeeper Qiao was stunned again.

He just saw the news and brought it over to give him a wake-up call, and asked Miss Qixing to be careful in the capital, after all, she had just robbed the prisoner from the government.

How do you directly say that you want to solve it? How to fix it?

"Of course, it is the hoe girl who punishes the evil, and the proof is severe." Qixing said, flicking the letter in his hand lightly, and the narrow strip fell into the charcoal basin and turned to ashes.