Time in a flash, it has entered the tenth month of the lunar calendar, late autumn and early winter change, the frosty snow covers the endless field, the dark land is a few points of yellow dotted with a piece of black, a little bit of white, black is the soil, yellow is the withered grass, white is the frost, if you look up, in the cold and quiet north wind, there are a few flowers that are not afraid of early winter are blooming, the white is red, but the apricot blossoms are blooming.

Early in the morning, in front of the Yongding Gate.

Huang Laoer's wonton stall is open as usual every day, the cauldron is steaming, and the three guys are wrapped in a big jacket, with white gas in their mouths, rubbing their hands and shouting customers.

The New Year is approaching, there are many people who return to Beiping, there are many people who go out of Beiping, and there are more people on the street visible to the naked eye.

If you want to sort these "things that you are talking about", then the "church case" that has just passed is definitely the first.

"Since the old lady was beaten, to this day, counting on my fingers, how many years have passed, we are all angry, we have lost this and that, this time I finally have a bad breath, and I am very happy!"

An old man in a long robe and a horse coat, with pigtails hanging and a beard, held his head high and said, "Seventy-five years." ”

"Master Zhao, just count your kung fu, or how can you say that you have read a book, we don't have this kung fu with mud legs, and we can't count this number with our fingers."

The old man looked at him and said, "The old man was born that year, can you not know?" ”

"As the old saying goes, one longevity, two rich, three Kangning, in line with the old rules, Zhao Ye's 80th birthday is coming, and the little ones are congratulatory first."

Zhao Ye waved his hand and said: "I think I want to live for a long time, for fear that Lord Yama will not know, and the old man still wants to live for a few more years." ”

"Hahaha......"

This drew a burst of laughter.

"Yo! Mr. Ho is here, please inside. The guy San'er shouted enthusiastically.

Yesterday, Qian Xuan said to He Qi that he found a good place to open a chess hall, just outside the Xuanwu Gate, today to see the place as soon as possible, if appropriate, make a deposit, the two made an appointment to come here early in the morning, but it was almost to the place, Qian Xuan hurriedly went back, it was out of a hurry, and the money was not brought.

He Qi took a look, this was outside the Xuanwu Gate, not far from the Yongding Gate, just before breakfast, so he made an appointment with Qian Xuan to meet at Huang Laoer's wonton stall, and then went after breakfast.

He Qi is very familiar with Huang Laoer's wonton stall, the first time he ate wontons, he was abducted by Zhang Mao'er's house, and then came several times one after another, but unfortunately Zhang Mao'er's house saw the incident and disappeared a long time ago.

After coming and going, He Qi became familiar with the old owner who often came to the wonton stall, and said a few words when he had nothing to do, and the big guy saw that He Qi was approachable and not so particular, and he also liked to chat a few words.

There were a lot of people in the stall today, He Qi came late, and there was no place to sit for a while, so someone immediately gave up the seat and said, "Mr. He, come and sit here." ”

The wonton in front of the man's table was only half eaten, He Qi was embarrassed, and excused himself, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a bench hidden under the tarpaulin, and walked out and moved out, ready to sit and wait for someone to leave.

"Sir, you can't sit on this bench." Huang Lao Er exclaimed urgently, then put down the rolling pin in his hand, patted the flour on his hand, and was about to take away the bench.

"Huh?" He Qi was stunned.

"Unlucky!" Huang Lao Er was mysterious, opened his hand and pulled a rag, wrapped it around the bench, threw it on the original tarpaulin, and instructed San'er: "When the meeting is empty, dismantle it and burn the fire." ”

"Alas!" San'er Road.

Not only did He Qi not understand why a bench at the good end was about to be dismantled and burned, but many diners who ate wontons were also confused, and then someone said: "The bench where the short-lived ghost sits, Huang Lao Er is right, it is unlucky." ”

"What's going on?"

"What short-lived ghost?"

"Alas~ Zhang Mao'er."

"The one who was just beheaded a few days ago."

As soon as he said this, He Qi understood, what else should it be? I brought the bench again, sat on it with my buttocks, crossed Erlang's legs, and gaged: "Zhang Mao'er kidnapped me, I'm fine now, but he was killed, which means that I beat him, this bench is good, it's a pity to dismantle it, I'll sit down, and it'll be fine." ”

Zhao Ye vacated a vacancy and answered: "Zi is silent, the strange force is confused, Mr. He does not dislike it, and takes the bench to the old man to add a seat." ”

"Alas!" He Qi replied with a full mouth, and sat next to Zhao Ye with a bench.

San'er put a bowl of steaming wontons on the table, and there were still a few green onions floating in the soup.

Taking advantage of He Qi's efforts to eat wontons, someone asked, "Mr. He, ask you if you have done anything?" ”

"Say, what is it?" He Qi was chewing wontons while looking at the person, his body was thin, wearing a broken felt hat crookedly, a yellowed towel on his shoulder, a thin shirt on his upper body, a thick layer of calluses on the tiger's mouth, the trouser legs below were tightly closed, and he was wearing a pair of straw sandals with holes on his feet.

"I just pulled the car past the door, and I saw a lot of people around, and there was a notice from the Security Department on it, saying that the Security Department was offering a reward for catching human traffickers, is this true?"

Saying this, after a short silence, the wonton stall suddenly looked like dumplings in the pot, and everyone immediately started to talk about it.

"When?"

"Just now."

"What's the bounty?"

"10 oceans for one person."

“.......”

Two oceans a month for an ordinary family is enough to live, and 10 oceans is enough for five families to spend a month, which is really full of attraction, and everyone's eyes can't help but focus on He Qi, who is nothing more than He Qi is now famous, not like ordinary people, and knows a little bit of the inside story that ordinary people don't know.

"I really don't know." He Qi said truthfully.

"Mr. He, the old man also has a question here." Zhao Ye said suddenly.

"Speak, please." He Qi said.

"In the church case, twelve Enamel people and twenty-three Chinese children died, and the Dongyi people paid a total of 150w oceans, and the newspaper only said that, Mr. He knows how much we have paid?" Zhao Ye asked.

"I know about this, I lost 50w to us, but I don't know if I paid it or not." He Qi said.

"50w is a lot!"

"I can't count how much a family can share."

"That said, do you really want to get compensation? Dream your dreams, we ordinary people just think that we can deduct money from them. ”

"When the rats beat them out, they all have to lose two taels of meat, and they want to take money from them for the rest of their lives."

.......

"Ahem~" Zhao Ye coughed lightly, looked at He Qi and said: "You have a wide relationship, go back and ask someone, if the 50w compensation is paid, then the reward mentioned in the notice of the garrison hall is true." Human traffickers are hateful, they should be caught, they should be caught, but this is not such a way to catch, the officials have to do face-saving work, send back kindness, and the following are all looking forward to it, if you really take the bounty, your life can be more comfortable, you should ask for them. ”

"Okay, I'll ask when I get back." He Qi suddenly figured out the key to it, and just about to eat a bite of wontons, but when he saw everyone looking at it, he knew that everyone was thinking about it, so he had to say, "I'll come back tomorrow morning." ”

In this way, everyone was willing to take their eyes off He Qi, which shows that they are all in their hearts.

He Qi ate two bites of wontons, and felt that Zhao Ye was not like an ordinary person, so he couldn't help but glance at Zhao Ye out of the corner of his eye, and just met Zhao Ye's gaze.

Zhao Ye said: "Mr. He, what do you have to ask the old man?" ”

He Qi smiled awkwardly: "I can't bear the title of Mr. in the next million, I just listened to the old man's words, and I felt that the old man was extraordinary, so I took a few more looks, and I was presumptuous." ”

Zhao Ye said: "The old man has just lived for a long time, and he has seen a lot."

Someone reminded: "Mr. He, you don't know, Zhao Ye is on the gold list, he has been an official in Huguang for many years, how can he hide Zhao Ye from the officialdom?" ”

Fan Jin was lifted and went crazy with joy, the master of Jinshi is much more difficult than lifting people, it has only been a few years since the Qing Dynasty, and the identity of the master of Jinshi is still looked up to by ordinary people, no wonder Zhao Ye is respected by everyone.

Zhao Ye wandered and said: "Old man, the list is not the same jinshi, the official is only a county, it is nothing, and he has lived alone for a long time." ”

He Qi asked: "Old man, just now you always said that the Garrison Department offered a reward for catching human traffickers, it's not such a way to catch people, can you explain it more clearly?" ”

Zhao Ye smiled: "Mr. He, I really don't understand? ”

He Qi shook his head and said, "I really don't understand." ”

Seeing that He Qi didn't seem to be a lie, Zhao Ye pointed to a vegetable stall on the street, and there were a few women standing in front of him who were picking vegetables with baskets, and said: "These are all servants of big families, and they come to pick vegetables while they are early, some are errands, and some are selling themselves." In these forty-nine cities, there has always been no shortage of places for buying and selling, and it has become a business. If you don't cut off this business from the root, just arresting a few traffickers is just prevarication. ”

Zhao Ye's words made He Qi fall into deep thought.

It just so happened that Qian Xuan came back after taking the money, plunged into the wonton stall, and walked towards He Qi, his eyes lit up, and he said loudly: "Master Zhao, I just went to your house, and I didn't find your person, but I didn't expect you to chat with Brother Qi first." ”

He Qi looked at Qian Xuan puzzled.

Qian Xuan came closer, bowed to Zhao Ye, poked He Qi's shoulder with his elbow, and said with a smile: "The place we are going to be in the future is Zhao Ye's industry, don't you know?" ”

He Qi shook his head.

Zhao Ye got up slowly, nodded to Qian Xuan, walked out with his cane, looked back at He Qi and said, "Mr. He, let's talk while walking." ”

He Qi pulled a few mouthfuls of wontons into his mouth, and quickly got up to follow.