Before dawn, Lord Chenghuang, who was sleeping soundly, was woken up by a chaotic shout. In recent years, he, the official who is in charge of the affairs of a city, has looked much heavier than before the transfer.

If according to the comparison of responsibilities before the transfer, it stands to reason that he, a sesame petty official under the new policy of abolishing redundancy in the imperial court, does not look much higher in his official hat, but the heavier the authority means that the greater the responsibility, and the more tired he is, why is this body getting better and better, and he looks more and more rich?

If this is put in the eyes of outsiders, even if you don't say it, you will definitely have to scold a corrupt official in your heart. If you really want to talk about it more seriously, this will greatly wronged the county lord, although an official who has been immersed in officialdom for many years is still a small official the size of a sesame mung bean, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a capable official or a cadre in the eyes of people, but it would be a big mistake to accuse him of being a greedy and dirty official. Otherwise, a nephew who worked as a yamen servant under his uncle would not be able to sigh every day, shouting that he couldn't always have a few dollars in his pocket?

Huang Weihe is not a capable official, he has more than enough heart but not enough strength, and he cannot be said to be a mediocre official.

In the middle of the night, there would also be a county lord who only took two officials and went to the prison mansion overnight, just for one of his subordinates, to go to the boss to find out.

It's a pity that the two officials are now lying quietly under the stone lion at the gate of the yamen, surrounded by a few yacha who have rushed to the yamen one after another.

Wang San and Zhang Si were among them, and as for Chen Wen, who came over together, he was already standing in front of the door of his uncle's bedroom, slamming the door hard.

Lord Huang doesn't need to guess to know who it is, originally, it was Liu Ling who was in charge of the yamen, and if Liu Ling had something to delay, Chen Wen would be in charge of the matter. But counting the time, it is still some time before the end of the morning, and this little rabbit cub is so disregarded for the system, it seems that something has happened.

It's not small!

Huang Weihe simply put on a coat, could it be that Liu Ling has eyebrows on his side?

When the county lord opened the door, he saw his nephew standing outside the door with a frightened face, and before he could reprimand him, Chen Wen wrinkled his brows and said hurriedly: "Uncle, something is wrong, two brothers were killed last night at the yamen, and the corpses are lying under the stone lion at this moment, and Zhang Si is watching." ”

Huang Weihe looked stunned, a little incredulous, he looked up at the sky, tidied up his shirt haphazardly, and said: "What are you still stunned for, hurry up and carry the corpse back to the inner courtyard of the yamen, the person on duty at the door is as usual, and I will arrive later." ”

"Oh", Chen Wen agreed, and just as he was about to raise his feet and turn around, he heard his uncle ask, "What about you Liu Bantou?"

"I didn't see Brother Liu, but judging from the clothes covered by the two dead brothers, the team leader should have arrived. ”

Huang Weihe was obviously stunned for a moment, suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of the prison, and said eagerly to Chen Wen: "Quick, hurry up and take a few people over after you are done, be quick..."

At this time, the sky had just turned white, and the morning breeze blowing in the early morning of March was wet and cold, which made the county lord who was standing at the door and simply put on a coat couldn't help but shiver, and his heart was like numbness.

When Chen Wen and his entourage rushed to the prison, they saw the scene in front of them.

The door of the prison where one person was still being held yesterday was wide open. Outside there were two janitorial officials, You Zizi blushed, looking drowsy and hungover, inside the prison door, Liu Ling, who had taken off her coat, was sitting on the broken straw mat in the prison, and a string of iron cables was lying quietly beside her.

Zhang Si and Chen Wen glanced at each other, feeling a little uncomfortable in their hearts, full of self-blame.

A series of footsteps sounded, and Lord Cheng Huang of the county, accompanied by several officials, came to the main gate of the prison where the prisoners were held by the government office.

Huang Weihe frowned, and walked alone towards the prison where Li Yunfeng had been held alone.

On the north side of the Fallen Leaf City, several officials who were in charge of guarding the city gate today yawned and walked towards the city gate. Among them is the janitor who scolded last night, and slandered the dream of being disturbed in his heart.

There are still dozens of minutes before the morning market opens in Fallen Leaf City, and the shops, snacks, teahouses, wine shops and other businesses on both sides of the main road in the city have also begun to open their doors one after another. In the alleys of early spring, the smoke of cooking with the wet and cold air began to rise, and the streets were full of people, and the mule carts of the people and merchants who carried the burden came through the streets and alleys to the north of the city.

The season is natural, and it is a picture of a comfortable and freehand life.

The little official who was on duty to turn off the lights last night tightened his shirt and shrunk his neck, the early morning in early spring and March, if it wasn't for the time when the sun rose over the East China Sea, it would still be relatively cold.

The spring breeze in the Nanling season is not as hot as Mobei, nor is it as cold as the west that blows through the Zhongzhu Tianshan all year round.

After the little official shuddered, his eyes regained a little clarity, and he rubbed his hands for no reason, and sighed. Looking at the growing queue of people gathered by the city gate, he sighed.

Today is March 17th, and there are still two days to go before the annual Lao Jun's birthday puja held by the Chongxuan Temple on Genting Mountain.

At this time of year, it is the busiest time for the four gates of Fallen Leaf City, to be more accurate, the north gate in front of him is the busiest, no way, it's close.

It's good to die, but at this time this year, there was another tragic case full of people, if it wasn't for the murderer who had been caught by the officials of the government, maybe he would be busier at this time.

In the past, at this time, there were almost a few days of rest and shifts, and this year I am afraid that it is destined to be in the soup.

On the tower of the north city gate in front of him, a servant holding a drum hammer looked at the copper kettle dripping under his feet.

The city gate began to be noisy, and several early officials on duty worked together to lift the simple rejection horse, and the city gate was wide open.

The guy who was still swaying himself here touched his empty stomach and muttered forward.

A man dressed in Miao costume mingled with the people entering the city outside the gate, his face was pale, and he stayed up all night, estimating that he was cold enough.

After blending into the inner city, the man bought a few steamed buns on the side of the street and walked towards the center of the inner city while eating.

Looking at the direction, it looks like a prison mansion.

Not far from the north gate of the city, the drunken flower building has also opened early, and several prostitutes who stayed overnight in the building reluctantly went downstairs in the scolding of the warbler Yanyan and the thin little lady of the ring fat swallow. nodded vigorously in agreement, although I couldn't hear what they were talking about, just looking at the expressions, the man swore and the woman was loyal.

Some mountain alliances and sea oaths, the taste of unswerving to death, those who don't know still think that they are a pair of hard-working mandarin ducks.

It's just that when I turned my head, those women who were still in tears a moment ago, as if they were going to crush the hearts and livers of men, all looked disgusted, I don't know if they disliked the lack of silver given by men, or they disliked the silver pewter gun head that they encountered last night, and they didn't like it and didn't like it.

Fortunately, the drunken flower building lives up to its name, meat and vegetables are not taboo, elegant and vulgar appreciation, and there are many patterns.

There is also Shen Yuniang, who is in the skin and meat business. There are also people like Miao Shudie, who only sell their art and don't sell their bodies.

Mama Hua stood at the door of the Jinlou, looking bitter and hateful, but she was helpless, near the place where the Taoist holy land was a continent, no matter how big or small, it was difficult to do the business of the Hualou at this time.

It's just that this year, compared with previous years, there are too many reductions.

The old lady stretched out her hand to support her forehead, a little headache, and the palm holding the orchid brocade handpiece wearing the jade ring was slightly forced, "Shouldn't you give the girls a holiday, rest for a while, and wait for twenty days later?"

It's just that when I think of this, the old lady's head hurts even more, the dead girl fishes for three days and dries the nets for two days, and the rest time is inevitably too much.

Thanks to the old man, he can still get up early every day, and he doesn't know if he should sigh at this time, "Life is not easy, do it and cherish it!"

Mama Hua raised her feet, thinking about whether she should go to the Warm Fragrance Pavilion for a while, but the thought immediately disappeared, anyway, there are plans for a few days in the building, so the girl wants to rest.

"It's hard for her, who would have thought that the young boy brother would be a ruthless person who is full of people, he really knows people and doesn't know his heart!"

The old lady stood at the door and squinted at the alley adjacent to the pharmacy, then turned her head to look at the north gate of the inner city from a distance, "The prisoner has been caught, and I don't know if the notice has been revoked?"

The old mother in a gorgeous dress shook her head and retreated into the building, "That dead girl is sick now, could it be that she is sick from her heart? If it is really related to the young man, I am afraid that it is another unrelated love debt." ”

The old lady's eyes were clear, and she had a look of seeing through the world, she bowed to the sky with her hands folded, and whispered softly in her mouth: "Connecting the old moon, Guanyin Bodhisattva, send kindness, but don't be wronged." ”

It was a good thing to pray for people, but in the eyes of outsiders, it was very awkward, and under the palm of the palm, a red brocade was swaying, which was very eye-catching.

In the building, there is only a warm incense pavilion with two masters and servants, and the rusty curtain boudoir of the young lady is empty, the splendid bed is neat and tidy, and the folded surface of the bronze mirror on the dressing table is refreshing and refreshing, and the extra note paper that came out of the surprise last night has disappeared.

In the side room on the other side, the little girl's eyes were red and swollen, as if she had just fallen asleep.

In the whole Warm Fragrance Pavilion, the cold is different from usual, only the rustle of the morning breeze blowing through the window, and in the thin light gray porcelain on the table, a few peach branches that were inserted before are bare, and a few peach blossoms are blown scattered, scattered on the table and in the cup.

There are also a few peach blossoms falling outside the window, fluttering around.

Unlike the women's boudoir in the dark red building, the street outside the building is already full of people at this time. The morning market has opened, and the sound of hawking along the street has begun to rise and fall, and finally it has gradually become lively.

The closed door of the pharmacy adjacent to the drunken flower building was opened with a click, and a handsome-looking young man yawned and held a few top door baffles in his arms.

The young man stretched out a hand to cover his eyes, and the slowly rising sun was bright and shining, without any temperature, and the stinger was uncomfortable.

On the other side of the back hall, a sturdy old man with a long beard lifted the curtain and walked into the house, and the young man immediately looked like a mouse smelling of a cat, put away his sleepy face, and cheered up to do his morning class seriously.

Tearing down the door panel, wiping the table, making tea, and drying medicine are very busy.

The old man stood at the door of the pharmacy, a little relieved, and asked, "Shui Sheng, what day is it today?"

The voice sounded as stern as ever.

The young man scratched his head, pinched his fingers and gestured for a long time, and replied, "Master, it seems that today is the seventeenth." ”

The old man whispered a word of oh and did not speak.

The young man who has been a partner in the pharmacy for a few years is a little confused, the master has never asked himself these things before, in his own words, if you want to be a good doctor who saves lives and helps the wounded, you must remember the time.

This is not only related to the time of the patient's auscultation, but also the time of the follow-up visit. Not only that, but the master also often said that in the future, not only must you be able to carry the time, but also have to learn to carry the time, after all, different herbs can play different effects at different times.

As for the other more twists and turns, the old man has also said a lot in the past few years, and the young man does not remember much, and he has a headache when he thinks about it.

The young man's temperament, looking forward to more of the rivers and lakes outside, flying eaves and walking walls, and even one day hoping to see the legendary immortals, in and out of the green underworld, swished over the mountains and rivers, flew over the fallen leaf city, and flew over the Yunding Mountain.

Thinking of this, the young man grinned and said boldly: "Master, business has not been good in recent times, those old customers who used to like to come to the pharmacy to grab medicine, I heard that there will be a Dharma meeting on the side of Yunding Mountain in two days, and they are all ready to go there to pray to the gods and worship the immortals, I know that the old immortals who worship the metaphysical view are all characters who have stood up to the sky, naturally drive away evil spirits and avoid evil, no disease and no disaster, but when the time comes, so many people will go crazy, no matter how good the old immortals are, even if they are willing to treat them for treatment, can they be busy?" If you miss the time, but just pay respects to the Sanqing master, you can really be blessed with good fortune and prolong your life?"

The old man replied casually, "I don't know."

"Alas!", the young man sighed: "Master, if everyone is like this, I think our pharmacy is estimated to be finished sooner or later, I am not disrespectful to the old men of Sanqing, if the gods and goddesses can really bless the safety of everyone in the world, I am too late to be happy, I think that, or let's also open an incense building, there are many people who go up the mountain to pray to God these days, and the incense is sold well, and it is guaranteed to make a lot of money." ”

The old man didn't answer this time, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The young man was still chattering, "Master, why don't we close the door these days and go over there to take a look?" Not to mention some good luck from the fairy masters, even if we go to find out the bottom and open our eyes, how many years have we been, and we haven't been there once?"

The old man standing at the door thought for a long time, looked at the rising sun in the sky, and muttered to himself: "That's it!"

In the adjacent alley, a gray-clad figure with wide sleeves walked out, blending in with the crowd, raising a hand to cover his cheek, and walking towards the north gate.

The old man at the door of the pharmacy suddenly sniffled and looked back, "It turned out to be her." ”