Zhang Shengguan respectfully let the patrol press Yushi go out first, and after the two went out of the yamen, the patrol pressed the Yushi and got on the sedan chair, but Zhang Shengguan did not sit in the sedan chair, and together with a few entourages, led the way on foot in front.

After a while, I came to a relatively remote place. Zhang Shengguan waved his hand to make everyone stop, it seemed that they had arrived at the place. The patrol got off the sedan chair according to the imperial history, and when he looked closely, there was a very small and dilapidated mansion in front of him.

"This is your residence, Lord Zhang?!" The patrol was a little surprised, although the house he lived in was not high-end, but at least it was not as shabby as the room in front of him, and he wondered if he was in the wrong place.

Zhang Shengguan smiled slightly, bowed respectfully and said: "This is exactly the residence of the lower officials, it is a little simple, please don't dislike it." ”

In fact, this is not Zhang Shengguan's big mansion at all, this dilapidated house was specially found by Zhang Shengguan in advance in order to deal with the people who came to inspect. He wouldn't be stupid enough to bring the governor to his mansion, a mansion of that size didn't need to think about it, and a small county order couldn't live in it. And now showing it to others in a small dilapidated house can not only show his integrity, but also win the sympathy of the imperial historian.

So under the leadership of Zhang Shengguan, the inspector entered the gate. Looking inside, there was only one hut in the courtyard, and Mrs. Zhang was dressed plainly and was cleaning in the yard. She also came here under the arrangement of Zhang Shengguan. In order to cooperate with the inspection, I also found a piece of clothing that people usually wear. Although she was somewhat reluctant in her heart, she still had to do enough of the drama that should be done, so she put down the work at hand, bowed slightly to the patrol press Yushi, and bowed.

"This is the inner man of the lower official, and I also ask Lord Yushi to enter the house first, and the wine and food are ready. Zhang Shengguan said that, and welcomed the inspector into the only hut.

Sitting at the table, the inspector looked at the food on the table. It's just a plate of peanuts and shallots mixed with tofu. Mrs. Zhang also entered the house and hurriedly served dinner, and Zhang Shengguan also took out half a bottle of inferior liquor from the cabinet.

Seeing this, the inspector thought to himself, could it be that this promotion is really a clean official, he is clear and white, but it is too exaggerated to live in such a humble place.

But it's useless to be surprised, you still have to talk about what you should talk about, so I sat at the table with Zhang Shengguan and talked about political achievements and people's livelihood. But Zhang Shengguan seems to be acting very ordinary, and he can't see any loopholes. The patrol press Yushi also felt very puzzled, could it be that he was really to blame?

But the food was too bland, and the inspector said, "I have always eaten heavily, can you please take some salt and let me add some flavor." ”

Zhang Shengguan listened, so he hurriedly ordered his wife to pick it up. I saw Mrs. Zhang rummaging through the cabinets for a while before taking out the salt.

When the inspector saw her taking salt, he felt that something was not quite right. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration saw through the mystery, and said in his heart, even if you Zhang Shengguan has thousands of calculations, but this salt has inadvertently betrayed you. Then he sneered and said no more. At least he is sure now that there must be something wrong with Zhang Shengguan, but he still lacks other strong evidence, this salt can only explain one aspect, and cannot reveal other unknown secrets of Zhang Shengguan, and if Mrs. Zhang insists on it and refuses to admit it, this salt cannot be regarded as evidence.

After the meal, Zhang Shengguan said: "Lord Yushi, the humble house is small, and please go to the yamen to rest." ”

"How can this be!" said the inspector politely, "The house of the yamen was originally given to you by the imperial court. You don't have to live in a humble house like this with your wife, I'll just go find an inn and stay there. ”

"My lord, where are you talking about that? Although I didn't make much contribution, the imperial court has let me live in the yamen for nothing, and I am embarrassed to let the insiders also take advantage of the imperial court, just let her live here is enough. ”

"Thank you very much. "The inspector of the imperial history no longer shirked, "Remember to open the door tomorrow to listen to the public opinion, you need to come early." ”

After that, he got on the sedan chair and returned to the yamen. When he arrived at the Yamen, the inspector ordered someone to carefully inspect Zhang Shengguan's study and bedroom, but nothing was found. But he believed his instincts, Zhang Shengguan must have a problem, and it seems that he will have to listen to what the people have to say tomorrow. It wasn't too early, so I went to sleep.

The next morning—

Su Du woke up from the bed, remembering that she had important things to do today. I was so late with the kids last night that I didn't know what my face was painted on.

So I hurriedly went to the bronze mirror to take a look, and there was nothing on my face. It seems that since the pen is conjured by the art of change, the words written with it also disappear with the disappearance of the pen.

After getting up and washing, I washed my hair by the way. Wiped it with a towel, but it didn't dry.

Su Du thought to herself, there are so many things that can be changed now, and this kind of trivial matter can't be difficult for me. So he used the art of change and turned the wooden comb in his hand into a hair dryer. But when I held the plug in my hand, I made a mistake again, and there was no place to plug in this thing!

Or can I conjure up a lightning bolt? No, no, this thing is rated at 220V. If I conjure up a generator, then I won't have to conjure diesel again, but the diesel conjured by the art of change may not be useful, so why don't I have to refine diesel? Even if all the things I need are conjured, I won't use this generator!

Thinking of this, Su Du was in trouble. It seems that the system does not let him change casually, and there is a reason for it. Much of the modern world works in a system, and without intermediaries, it doesn't work, and doing so makes something simple and cumbersome.

Since it would make things troublesome, it would be better not to change them at all. So Su Du turned the hair dryer back into a wooden comb, picked up a towel and wiped his head a few more times, and then got up and went out to let the wind dry.

When I came to Aunt Mei in the west of the city, it happened that Aunt Mei had cooked a meal. Today is also porridge, but it is ordinary millet porridge. Su Du exchanged a few words with Aunt Mei, and then went to the backyard firewood room to find the witness bandit.

When he entered the firewood room, the bandit was obviously very hungry, his face was pale and his lips were dry, and it seemed that Aunt Mei really didn't even give him saliva. Su Du stepped forward to loosen his ties and said, "What should I say today, I don't think I need to tell you, you know." ”

After hearing this, the thin bandit nodded again and again: "The little one understands, the little one understands." Hero, your ability, the little one has learned enough, and he doesn't dare to tell half a lie when he is killed. ”

So, Su Du took the bandit out of the firewood room and served him a bowl of porridge, and the bandit was immediately moved to tears.

Su Du and Liu Rushi are still wearing the same civilian clothes as yesterday today, and after eating, Liu Rushi assigned homework to the children as usual.

After saying goodbye to Aunt Mei and a few children, Su Duan took the bandit and walked in the direction of the yamen with Liu Rushi.