Fried noodles!!!

Jia Lian quietly took out the fried dough sticks from his sleeve, reached out and leaned over silently, and quietly left a mimeogram behind the tall young man.

The cover is finished.

Jia Lian tiptoed away from this dangerous place again, still hiding the fried dough sticks in his sleeve.

It was not until he stepped into the gate of the mountain temple that he saw the two men and the coachman who were cooking pots leaning on the mule cart and dozing, Jia Lian breathed a sigh of relief.

It was light and Long'er came to deliver a letter, saying that the injury of hops had temporarily stabilized.

Qu Siping and his wife chanted "Amitabha" repeatedly and kowtowed to the mountain god repeatedly.

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When people are temporarily safe, it is time to solve the problem.

Jia Lian grabbed Qu Siping:

"Didn't you say that the Xiang family knew that the fire was set by the Xiang family? How could you not go to the government to file a complaint?"

Qu Siping stomped his feet and said:

"In the past few decades, they have caused us a lot, and we also went to the yamen to complain.

But they are local clans, and they are all relatives who are trapped by relatives. There are people in the yamen and Baojia is also their own. They can't win at all. They have to say that we are false accusations. After being beaten and fined, we can now understand that we will not complain if we die unjustly."

Jia Lian shook his head and sighed:

The suffering of the people is the same in ancient and modern times.

"Old Qu, have you forgotten that I am now?

You pack up now, take a mule cart and go to Shuntian Mansion to complain. I'm waiting for you there."

Jia Lian ordered his friend to take care of Qu Siping and his wife and go back slowly, and he took Long'er and ran back to the "Fu Shui Boiler" first.

When he got on the carriage back to the city, Jia Lian was exhausted and said, "Go straight to Shuntian Prefecture", then closed his eyes. How could he care about the bumps in the vehicle? He fell asleep when he fell in the carriage.

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Jia Lian had a fifth-rank official position as a co-magistrate, who was the deputy position of the prefect of Shuntian Prefecture, who was in charge of salt, grain, robbery, river defense, sea border, river engineering, water conservancy, clean up military household registration, pacifying and pacifying civilians and other affairs in the capital.

However, his official position was donated with money, and he would inherit the title of Rongguo Mansion in the future. Therefore, the yamen did not arrange any affairs for this second master Lian, and spent all the months in the yamen to take care of him.

This time, Jia Lian walked into the Shuntian Prefecture Office again, and even the yamen runners who were holding the door were stunned for a while, and then he realized:

Oh, this is not Tongzhi Jia, right? Good guy, I haven’t seen him for half a year, and he’s so excited.

But the Tongzhi Lord Jia is Tongzhi Lord Jia. Not to mention other colleagues in the yamen, even the current magistrate of Shuntian Prefecture and the top leader of local affairs in the Jingji Capital, Mr. Song, had to smile when he saw Jia Lian. When he saw Jia Lian, he wanted to salute according to the rules, he hurriedly supported him:

"I'm exempted from it, I'm all my own people. This is not in the office, so it seems a bit distant."

Invite Jia Lian to take his seat, and the yamen runners brought tea. Lord Song asked about how successful Jia Lian was on his way to Gusu this time. After hearing Jia Lian briefly said, he immediately smiled:

"I wonder if Lord Lin is in good health? We are Jinshi of the same year. Although we have never been able to meet again, I miss you very much."

I heard that Lin Ruhai had just been promoted to the Yan Yan Censor, and Lord Song smiled and bowed:

"Grateful to the Emperor, Lord Lin is promoted, good things are good."

After saying some gossip, Jia Lian changed his mind and talked about the fact that he had invested in the "Fu Shui Boiling Pot" but was set on fire yesterday.

Lord Song frowned more and more as he heard it, and finally slapped his hands on the table:

"Who is so brave! He dares to set fire in broad daylight and hurt people! I will send someone to investigate and see who has eaten the courage of Xiongxin and Leopard, and dares to be so lawless."

Jia Lian said:

"It's what the adults said! These people are extremely rampant. I happened to meet them last night. It's a pity that they are two strong men. When I saw that they were not opponents, I left a mark on them."

"Oh? Lord Jia is indeed wise and courageous, but I don't know what the mark is?"

Jia Lian gritted his teeth and reached out to pull out the big fried dough stick from his sleeve:

"I used this fried dough stick to leave oil stains behind the tall man, and also oil stains on the hem of the short man's clothes.

It was just midnight, and the two of them must have not had time to change their clothes.

Please send an instigator immediately to take the nephews of the Xiang family leader in Yuquan Mountain and check them one by one."

Lord Song looked at Jia Lian pulling out a big oily fried dough stick more than a foot long from the sleeves of the brocade robe embroidered with silver bamboo leaves, and his eyes widened.

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When Jia Lian came out of Shuntian Prefecture's yamen, the two "scud" Maotou and "iron fist" Tie Tou, had already rushed out of the yamen with more than a dozen constables and rushed out of the yamen in a flash and headed straight for Yuquan Mountain.

It turns out that "there are people in the court who are easy to be officials, and there are people in the yamen who are easy to do things." The same is true in ancient and modern times.

After walking dozens of steps, I suddenly heard the drums behind me.

Turning back, he saw Qu Siping and his wife who had just got off the mule cart, supporting each other and hitting the drum drum with drumsticks.

Jia Lian knew that he had already taken care of the affairs of the yamen and had entrusted it with him, so there was no need to follow Qu Siping to go through the official procedures.

After a day and night of jumping up and down, he is now extremely tired and sleepy.

His biggest wish now is to go back to sleep - to sleep in bed.

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Wang Xifeng took Ping'er to the old lady to discuss the matter. Sister Shan was serving Jia Lian to change clothes.

Looking at the brocade robe with grease and twisted sleeves, Sister Shan grinned quietly:

When did the second master become so sloppy?

Jia Lian was finally able to lie on the bed.

Although the small couch in the study is not as comfortable and soft as the bed in the main room, it is happy.

Not seeing Wang Xifeng also made Jia Lian feel comfortable.

If your wife is a strong woman who loves to do careers, she basically doesn’t have to stay at home. The same is true in ancient and modern times.

The exhausted Jia Lian was thinking randomly and soon became confused and was about to fall asleep.

Suddenly, he was woken up again by the shout of "Second Master".

Depend on!

As long as you meet someone who shouts "Second Master" loudly, there will be no good things!

The sound came from outside the courtyard, so it was not very loud to Jia Lian's ears, but it sounded very familiar.

"Second Master! I want to see Second Master!"

Jia Lian's confused mind instantly understood: This is Xing'er!

I hurried out yesterday, and I don’t know if this kid continued to fight with Wang Xin later.

Jia Lian called Sister Shan who was guarding the door of the house:

"Is this Xing'er? Tell him to come in."

Unexpectedly, Sister Shan did not agree, lowered her head and stammered for a while before whispering:

"My second grandma won't let him go to this hospital again."

"What?" Jia Lian understood in an instant - Wang Xifeng was showing him the color.

Outside the yard, Xing'er cried out again: "You're so kind that you can kill me! I want to see the second master!"

Jia Lian's face was sunk:

"After I left yesterday, someone beat Xing'er?"

Sister Shan lowered her head and curled her lips, whispering:

"Second Master, don't ask me, I don't know anything."

Jia Lian, who was tired and tired, felt that the fire in his heart suddenly burst into pieces:

You call TM "I don't know anything" like this?

You might as well tell me directly: You are afraid of Wang Xifeng, so the second master is nothing in your eyes!

Jia Lian strode outside the courtyard in anger, but saw Wang Xin whispering to the pillar, Shou'er and Xi'er, dragging Xing'er, who was limping, desperately to the distance.
Chapter completed!