Jia County is thirty miles away from Heshan County Pavilion Station.

Wu Jin kept walking on the official road - he wanted to run wildly, but he couldn't, if he finished it in one go, he couldn't finish the thirty-mile road.

The sky was gray and gloomy, the shadows of the trees were all over the ground, there was no one there, and the wind was like ten thousand crossbows in unison, blowing Wu Jin out of his messy hair.

He just walked, sweat brushed over his face over and over again, rushed into his eyes, dripping into his mouth, his arm was red and swollen, the branch that Chang Long was tied to had already moved its position, but it was still firmly tied to his arm, and the oppressed arm seemed to be about to explode.

The sky gradually turned dark blue, and then turned cyan, the sky was about to brighten, Wu Jin was extremely tired, his legs and feet were heavily dragged on the ground, he didn't dare to sit down and rest, and only rushed to Jia County.

When I arrived in Jia County, it was already noon.

His unkempt head, the blood stains on his clothes were covered by muddy water, and his eyes were bloodshot, and passers-by avoided him, so he asked someone to hand over the shop, and someone pointed out the location, and he immediately moved forward step by step.

There is no post coupon - but Jia County belongs to Kuanzhou, the people in the delivery shop must be familiar with Mo Qianlan's name, if they know that Kuanzhou's autumn grain was robbed, Jia County will definitely send the news to Kuanzhou Mansion urgently, and Mo Qianlan will know the news.

He walked with difficulty, let a carriage block the way, and was looking up to find a way, when he suddenly saw Yin Bei.

Yin Bei stood outside the carriage, lifted the curtain, leaned out alone, and got out of the carriage not very neatly - it was Zhao Shiheng!

Wu Jin's eyes widened suddenly, his body and mind were violently shaken, and he couldn't believe his eyes: "Sir? ”

"Sir!" He suddenly raised his voice, and then ran to the carriage like crazy, "Mr. Zhao! ”

Yin Bei and Zhao Shiheng all followed the prestige, Yin Bei made a very defensive posture at first, but then he also stared at the two eyeballs so much that they almost fell out of their sockets: "Wu Jin? ”

An unrecognizable, nerve-wracking, and unkempt Wu Jin.

Zhao Shiheng walked to Wu Jin's side, he was in a hurry, his lame foot was obvious, and his always calm face was also shocked, he reached out to support Wu Jin, and then looked at Wu Jin's right hand: "What's wrong?" ”

Wu Jin's body was heavy, but his voice was light and fluttering, and it floated into Zhao Shiheng's ears: "Heshan County Pavilion Station, the thief robbed the autumn grain and captured the Leaf Wind. ”

Zhao Shiheng froze in place, and at the same time turned his head to look at Yin Bei, who was also frightened, suddenly came back to his senses, let go of the hand holding Wu Jin, hurriedly took out the post coupon from his sleeve pocket, and stuffed it into Yin Bei's hand: "Go to the delivery shop and send a message to the uncle!" ”

"Oh," Yin Bei was still stunned, took the post ticket, and suddenly woke up, "Oh! ”

Zhao Shiheng asked his entourage to pick up his luggage and keep up, held Wu Jin's hand again, and helped him to go to the inn, wanting to take him to treat his injuries and wash up, at the same time, he felt the roughness of Wu Jin's palm for the first time.

Obviously he is a scribe, but his hands are full of calluses, all over the joints of his fingers, which are traces left by hard work and hard work.

Wu Jin followed Zhao Shiheng, raised his feet and stepped over the threshold of the inn, and suddenly asked, "Why is Mr. here?" ”

What a coincidence.

Zhao Shiheng beckoned the guy to come over, and said: "After you leave, the city will change, and the festival envoy saw that the girl often wore the clothes she often wore did not bring, and the mink and the rabbit did not bring her, so I rushed to send it, I ran around for days, and I was about to disperse." ”

Wu Jin let out a vague "um", and didn't have the energy to think about it again and explain the doubts in his heart.

There were not many people in the inn, and after Zhao Shiheng took out the silver, the guy immediately called someone to invite a doctor in a courteous and thoughtful manner, led Zhao and Wu into the backyard, picked out a good house, and gave the two of them a rest.

While waiting for the hot water and the doctor, the little maid put the luggage on the table, Wu Jin sat quietly in the chair, and his soul also fell silent with exhaustion, and the room was filled with a strange smell, like frankincense commonly used in inns, but the aroma was mixed with a watery smell.

Zhao Shiheng opened the lid of the smoker and saw that there was a defective "black couch" in frankincense, presumably because the gas changed color after being damp, so there was this fishy smell.

He buried the incense in the ashes with a copper chopstick, and looked back at Wu Jin—Wu Jin's expression was on the verge of collapse, and he only held on to his breath, and even the fingers of his right hand were swollen to a terrible extent, which was terrifying.

Zhao Shiheng couldn't bear to look at it.

If the broken bones are properly grafted, they will eventually grow well, but Wu Jin will also miss the spring of next spring.

He has known Wu Jin for two years, and he has eaten this square and upright young man thoroughly, Wu Jin's every move will not be unexpected, only this broken arm is ironclad evidence of his dark and sneaky.

Walking up to Wu Jin's side, he whispered, "Sleep, we'll do the rest." ”

Since the second night of the first month of October, three days have passed since the incident of the thief at the Guanyi in Heshan County, and the faster than the Jeju Mansion arrived were Mo Qianlan, the envoy of the Kuanju Mansion, and the 100 elite soldiers that Mo Qianlan borrowed from the fort to suppress the bandits.

A group of people worked day and night, traveling hundreds of miles a day, and rushed to the outside of Heshan County at noon on the fifth day of October.

The elite soldiers did not enter Jeju, and directly camped at the junction of the two counties, where Zhao Shiheng was the right to command, and Mo Qianlan led his entourage to enter the county government of Heshan County first.

When the county government of Heshan County was first built, it was sloppy and had all the internal organs, but with the passage of time, it has shown an embarrassment that is difficult to conceal everywhere.

Even though there have been repairs, but there is no money in the county, the repairs are also sloppy, only in front of the lobby still retains the majestic image, since the second hall, the cold wind will be aggressive, from the rotten wood, the crack of the door, the window edge to drill in, making it difficult to maintain the demeanor.

At this time, the four doors of the second hall were all hung with new thick cloth curtains, and a large charcoal basin was placed in the curtain, which was full of fiery red charcoal, and the baking room was as warm as a spring day.

The main position in the house has been changed from the county official to Mo Qianlan.

Mo Qianlan is especially afraid of the cold, Rao is charcoal fire is so full, his hands and feet are also as cold as pig iron, there is a long-lasting cold condensation in his internal organs, and his heart is even more ice-solid, no matter what, he can't warm up.

He was dressed in a robe, and he held a thin piece of paper in his hand, with ugly handwriting on it, and he was dissolute, but every word had a weight—ten thousand pounds of money, and tens of thousands of catties.

The bandits demanded 10,000 yuan of money, not silver tickets or silver, as long as copper coins, if they were not delivered before the sixth hour of October, they would return Mo Lingfeng's body.

When Mo Qianlan arrived, the Jeju Mansion had not even dug the road, and Zhang Xianfeng and the county officials of Heshan County raised money everywhere, but they did not even raise a thousand guan.

Zhang Xianfeng sat in the second seat, stretched out his hand to serve the tea, his face was full of sorrow, his thoughts were uncertain, his fingers pinched the thin porcelain cup, and he never brought the tea to his mouth for a long time.

He was afraid of Mo Qianlan - Mo Qianlan had been folded in the hand of the present, sneaking in Kuanzhou, and seemed to be a waste, but in fact, no one knew how long his hand was stretched out.

He was also worried about Mo Le Feng - if he came back alive, would he be able to take people away?

Everyone has a sad face, so his face is no different from ordinary people, and no one can guess what he is thinking.

Zhou Shengfeng, the county official, accompanied him in the last seat, and told Mo Qianlan that he had cleaned up the pavilion recently, rescued five students, and raised another 1,000 yuan.

At the same time, he also found out where the thieves were—something that everyone knows.

The 1,000 yuan is even more useless.