Rice milk water is not a good food, when cooking wheat rice, add more water, wait for the water to boil, decant the rice soup, put it in a clay pot, and ferment it into sour pulp at the temperature next to the stove for two days. If you are not more particular, use rice washing water to make it, and pick some green vegetables mixed in it, it can also be eaten, and it is really a standard poor soup.

But this rice syrup water also has a benefit, that is, the sour taste is not heavy, the shade is appropriate, it is an appetizing and fire-clearing thing, and the night watchman comes from time to time to take two sips, but it also has the effect of refreshing and relieving fatigue.

Although the northern lieutenant is not a Qingshui yamen, but a yamen is big, there are always such a person who is so unwilling, so he has to sit on the cold bench - oh, there is also a character in Shizhong Temple who is such a character, but this is already a proper person in the Han court heart to rebel against the thief, and it is not ambiguous at all to pick up the list of rebel groups.

Of course, not everyone has such an extreme consciousness of asking for salary, as a member of the Han civil service system, even if it is not satisfactory and less than the top, it is more than enough. Even if the phlegm occasionally rises and such a rebellious thought comes up, take a look at the family, the old and the young, the clansmen and relatives, and this thought will naturally go out.

Even if there is only sour pulp and cake during the night patrol, this day is always much better than the ordinary people, don't you say?

He poked the wooden spoon into the clay pot and scooped a spoonful of sour pulp into his mouth, and the old man smacked his lips and moved closer to the brazier. When the man was old, his energy was not good, and he smiled apologetically at his younger colleagues, and said, "I'll keep vigil in the second half of the night." Then he had to take a nap against the fence of the stables.

But before his colleague could say anything, there was a loud movement behind him:

"Quack!"

The old messenger shuddered, turned his head hurriedly, and saw the source of the "quack" by the light from the brazier.

Nothing out of the ordinary, just a toad, just a head...... It's a little bigger.

A toad, almost the size of a milk dog, was bouncing leisurely on the road of the horse market, and unlike the usual scarred toad, this toad was smooth and scarlet, but the color was scarlet, and it didn't look like a living creature in the ordinary world.

The old messenger watched in amazement as the toad jumped over the road of the horse market, and went straight towards the corpse of the prisoner who was hanging from the banner pole of the northern lieutenant, and then he came back to his senses, turned sharply, and covered the mouth of his colleague who was about to scream:

"Shhh

dragged his colleague to the ground, and the old messenger still covered the mouth of the messenger next to him, despite the fact that his palms had been made a little sticky by the moisture coming out. The two of them stared wide-eyed as the toad jumped all the way to the feet of the severed head, but it didn't leave. On the ground at the foot of Kong Zhang's corpse, the vermilion toad held its head high, staring at the dead man's head and headless corpse as if he were on a pilgrimage, and finally, he lowered his head and pulled up his stubby and webbed limbs on the ground that had been trampled very porcelain.

As far as common sense is concerned, no matter how elastic the smooth skin of a frog is, and no matter how strong and powerful its limbs are, they will be ground into a bloody rotten flesh under the friction with the rough ground. But tonight's situation is full of unreasonable weirdness, that should have been a person stepping on a horse for many years, has long been as hard as a stone, even soaked in heavy rain will not get muddy, but it has really been pulled open a shallow pit!

Seeing the vermilion demon clam peel off the ground, and a few more times into the shallow pit on the ground, I saw that this toad, which was full of evil nature, held its head high, kicked its hind limbs on the ground hard, and jumped so high that it directly hit the corpse. The stubby but unusually powerful forelimbs were like frogs courting each other in May and June, so they hugged Kong Zhang's corpse tightly and began to patrol up and down, and I could vaguely see that the strange toad's body was constantly oozing dark green mucus, and the corpse was also stained with large slices of wet.

Such a situation that he had never seen before had made the old man unable to even breathe, so he could only hold his breath and wait for the strange toad to walk away when he was done.

The two messengers secretly hoped that the monster or the monster thing seemed to have finally had enough of the corpse, jumped back to the ground, and when they turned around, they came directly to the stable.

Seeing that the thing was getting closer and closer to this side, the old messenger looked at his colleagues who couldn't shout anymore and just kept fighting with his upper and lower teeth, and said as if cheering for himself: "There's no way, brother, let's fight!"

Speaking of working hard, this colleague who was a little less courageous did not tremble, but nodded very firmly.

After two decisions, the old messenger had already touched his waist knife, and when he looked at his colleagues, he saw the determination in the other party's expression, and then jumped up from the ground like a mad tiger in the next mountain: "Chong, ————!!!!"

The roar is like thunder, the body is like lightning, and the two poor people who have been accumulating strength for a long time are working hard at the same time!

It's just that the direction of the strength is not quite right, the strange toad came from the north, and the old messenger pounced on the tiger to the east, but his colleague ran towards the wolf to the west, and it happened that he didn't even face the monster thing.

Just screamed and went away like that!

It's a pity that the old messenger ran a few steps closely, and suddenly there was a tree in the back of his head, as if he had been sturdy, and he didn't know about it.

......

.........

Qin Feng stood in front of the banner where Kong Zhang's corpse was hanging, and his hands behind his back were a little irritab, like a wolf in a cage, constantly turning around. From the city to the head of Jiang An, most of the subordinate officers in charge of investigating public order in the northern lieutenant came, and they were all silent when they looked at the crime scene that was temporarily isolated from the sight of ordinary people with a white cloth.

After Qin Feng walked a few steps closely, and there was no interest in grinding, Jiang An followed closely and reported to Qin Feng: "Captain, the messenger on duty last night has woken up, and his life has been saved, but his mouth is full of nonsense, and he keeps saying that it is a monster who is causing trouble, and it seems that he is scared fiercely." The healer in the department gave them cinnabar to calm their nerves, and they were probably asleep by this time......"

Listening to the report, Qin Feng bowed his head slightly, and pointed to a bush of jasmine that had grown under the banner pole with his backhand, and said irritably: "How do you think this can be handled?"

Looking along what Qin Feng pointed to, it happened to be under the place where Kong Zhang's corpse was hanging, and a knee-high white jasmine was born, with tall branches and leaves, which was a bit lush. Especially rare, this clump of jasmine has bloomed, compared to the size of ordinary fingernails of white jasmine, this clump of jasmine is as big as a pigeon's egg, and the fragrance is particularly rich, which is definitely not inferior to the famous flowers of the palace garden that are appreciated today.

But people with a little common sense think about it, and think that this thing must be unusual - the ground of the horse market is full of people and cars, and after stepping on it for so many years, it has already become a large piece of rammed earth as hard as stone, not to mention jasmine, a natural and delicate flower, even the best living dogtail grass, it is difficult to take root in this kind of place.

If it's just a clump of jasmine popping up out of thin air in the horse market, it would be okay to buy a few doctors and officials to talk nonsense, saying that the Son of Heaven is virtuous, and the grass and trees are in the world, but it is easy to explain. But it's good to die, but this jasmine was born from under the body of the great rebel criminal, how to explain this?

In the Han Dynasty, Confucianism attached the most importance to the study of catastrophes and differences, and whether it was a change in the heavens or natural disasters, it was more or less related to the political disputes above the court. It can be said that disasters and auspiciousness are the greatest weapons to create a favorable public opinion environment for one's own faction under the pretense of providence at this time of political disputes.

As a result, this strange thing, so immortal, has emerged in Luoyang City, which has now been loosened on the outside and tightened on the inside, so I am afraid that there will be a series of out-of-control situations.

Several officials who had a general understanding of the ecology of the court glanced at each other, and they all saw the deep melancholy in each other's eyes.

As soon as the disaster comes out, the rebellion case that has not yet been fully disclosed, and the political struggle that follows, must all be put on the bright side - who told the Han court to always govern according to Dong Zhongshu's sympathetic political theory of heaven and man, and when there is a comet in the sky, even the prime minister has to leave class?

This melancholy mood just began, and a small official came to tell the worse news like a mourning bird: "Lieutenant, Zhou Daling, the envoy in charge of prison affairs, heard that something happened in the horse market, and Dr. Rudu, the erudite Su Du of the Taichang Temple, came here to help. ”

Now when Qin Feng heard the words "Zhou Daling", he was anxious to get angry, and waved his hand and said: "The northern lieutenant also has a matter to deal with in the investigation of the reverse case, please Dr. Du will be——"

Before he finished speaking, someone said in a non-yin and non-yang manner: "Captain Qin is busy with official business, and Du Lan doesn't dare to help Captain Qin, but I don't know where the strange thing is?"

Without waiting for Qin Feng to reply, Dr. Taichang Temple, who had slipped into the warning circle raised by Bai Bu, had already gone to see the bewitching jasmine by himself.

After three turns around this clump of white jasmine, Du Lan also picked a big ****** and put it on the tip of his nose to sniff it, then tore off the petals one by one and put it in the palm of his hand to look at it carefully. The more he looked at it, the more solemn the face of this Taichang Temple doctor became, and he finally held those torn petals with his palm and walked towards Qin Feng.

Qin Feng is now in the middle of a lawsuit, how can he pay attention to such a civil official who has no real duties, but unexpectedly, his sleeves have been pulled by Du Lan, and he can't break free. He turned around impatiently, and happened to see a large close-up of Du Lan's iron-blue, increasingly shocked face.

"Qin ...... The lieutenant ...... "Dr. Du's voice changed a little in the blink of an eye," the inside story of this matter...... Don't you really know?"

Qin Feng was annoyed in his heart, and he said loudly without thinking about it: "I only heard the report from my subordinates this morning, and now I am also confused. ”

"That's good, that's good, that's good......" said in a loud voice, but Du Lan put down most of his heart, and said in his heart: "Captain Qin, this bush of demon flowers can't be kept, while this matter has not spread, quickly order someone to shovel this bush of demon flowers, and burn it, which is the way for you and me to protect ourselves safely!"

As he spoke, he spread his hand and showed the few jasmine petals in his palm to Qin Feng, the petals were just ordinary, but on these petals, which were only a few minutes larger than the nail cover, there was purple handwriting, one petal and two words, as if they were distinct:

"The fire loses its virtue and the golden sword, and the holy virtue is the national security. ”