Dawn.

give obituary notice.

Under the guidance of the concierge, Jiang Ling came out of the side door with lotus fragrance.

Hexiang slept all night and gradually regained her energy. Seeing that the concierge was mysterious, she couldn't help but ask him what happened.

The concierge sighed and said, "It's so early in the morning that we won't talk about such unlucky things. Sir, you are an honored guest, so you can't get into bad luck."

Jiang Ling was also curious, so he asked: "Uncle, please speak frankly. I have no taboos and there is nothing to avoid."

When the concierge saw what he said, he confessed that Manager Lin in the front yard died suddenly last night. The death was particularly tragic.

Someone has just reported it to the government, and there are now a lot of people talking in the front yard.

"Now that the government is here, don't we, the people, need to be questioned?"

"Sir, what are you talking about? You are a distinguished guest of the Duan family. No one can question you. Besides, Manager Lin's death seems to have been a self-inflicted act."

Seeing that Jiang Ling and He Xiang were both curious, the concierge continued: "Probably Manager Lin drank too much last night, and then he did some stupid things. He put on daughter's makeup and made it look very enchanting. So he put a piece of white silk on the crossbar and hung himself.

This morning, the cleaning lady was sweeping around as usual, and happened to see Manager Lin's room with the door open. She walked over and saw that Manager Lin's tongue was so long sticking out of his mouth. It was scary."

He was making gestures that were half an arm long.

He Xiang was frightened and regretted listening.

"Just now, someone from the Yamen came over, checked the room, and actually found eight jars from under Manager Lin's bed. And do you know what's in those eight jars?"

The concierge gave it a try.

Covering your ears with the fragrance of lotus, you dare not listen anymore.

Jiang Ling said the same thing: "It can't be gold, silver and jewelry, right?"

The uncle of the concierge snorted and said: "Where are the gold and silver jewelry? What are inside are actually human bones, all of which are skulls. Some people say that Manager Lin has harmed many people, and now he has ended up like this. It’s your own fault.”

Jiang Ling: "Does the old lady know about this?"

"The report has already been made. The old lady just said that he should be dealt with in a low-key manner and there is no need to make any noise. After the government finishes the matter later, they should probably ask someone to pack him some bark and carry him out for burial."

For people with no special status, if they die, they are dead. It won't cause much trouble.

"By the way, the old lady also said that if something like this happened in the old house, it would be inconvenient for you to stay here. A room has been reserved for you at Mingyue Tower, and you can come over at any time."

Jiang Ling nodded, "Okay."

In the early morning at the port, fishing boats lined up.

Today, most of the workers have found jobs. It is said that there is a foreigner who wants to hold a big banquet with sea fish.

Sixteen ships were sent out, and three hundred and two people were invited.

It came out with great force, so impressive.

In the morning, there are also many stalls on the street, selling noodles, tea and fried cakes.

Hexiang looked at it as if she was hungry, but she didn't dare to say anything.

Jiang Ling smiled and said, "Are you hungry?"

He Xiang said shyly: "No..."

"You are just hungry, there is nothing to be ashamed of. What do you want to eat?"

He Xiang's cheeks turned red: "Miancha..."

Jiang Ling bought two copies from the street. They were quite cheap, only four cents.

Even the steamed buns with meat cost three pennies each.

It just tastes too fishy.

This also reminded Jiang Ling that the pork in this era was not castrated and had a strong fishy smell.

Without special processing methods, the meat will not be very tasty.

He bought three steamed buns, and after eating half of his own, he found it hard to swallow.

He Xiang has a great appetite and eats them all, whether it's noodles, tea or steamed buns.

It is indeed easy to make a living.

After eating, she looked at the stalls along the street and suddenly started laughing.

He said as if dreaming: "I once heard from my father that when I was young, my grandmother also set up a stall by this pier. Her steamed buns were delicious, but it's a pity that my sister and I didn't get to eat them.

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If my grandfather had not been addicted to gambling, maybe our family would have been fine."

"Then do you want to open a bun shop?"

"Slave...I think so, but...slave doesn't know how to do it." He Xiang lowered his head.

She has been making soup since elementary school, and every maid learns differently.

"You are a good citizen now, so don't call yourself a slave anymore."

When He Xiang heard this, she looked at him in panic again.

Jiang Ling also hurriedly comforted him: "I didn't consider it well before I restored your good status without your consent. However, now that you have restored your good status, you don't have to be a slave.

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Seeing that He Xiang's eyes were red again, he patted her forehead and said: "In my hometown, girls can be self-reliant and live a good life without relying on anyone. And what do you have to do with it?

What if it’s not possible?”

He Xiang said with tears in his eyes: "I... I can do a lot of things. Sir... can you not drive He Xiang away?"

Jiang Ling originally wanted to open a shop for her, so that she could be independent.

But looking at her weak, helpless and pitiful appearance, and considering that she was only fifteen years old, she was indeed too young.

"Okay, I won't rush He Xiang away. If one day you have any ideas, you can tell me at any time."

He Xiang shook his head: "As long as I can follow you, sir, He Xiang has no other ideas."

Jiang Ling touched her head, but he could only do this for the time being.

Suddenly a ship came from the sea,

A man wearing a raincoat came ashore with a smile on his face, carrying a big red carp.

Anyone with a keen eye can tell at a glance that the big red carp is the Yellow River carp.

I couldn’t help but ask: “Tsk, where did you catch such a big Yellow River carp?”

The coir raincoat guest chuckled: "How can I tell you where I caught it?"

"Do you want to sell this fish?"

"Sell it, of course I'll sell it. Please come up with the price." The man in the raincoat held up the carp.

"Can I sell it for thirty cents?"

The coir raincoat guest sighed, "Such a big Yellow River carp, thirty cents? You can only dream."

"Then how much did you say?"

The coir raincoat guest said, "It's still a tael of silver even if you don't say much."

"One tael of silver, why don't you go and grab it?" The onlookers immediately dispersed.

Jiang Ling passed by with He Xiang, and He Xiang suddenly said in surprise: "Sir, what a big red carp."

"Well, it's really big."

The fish was about the size of a one-year-old child, with glowing eyes and a golden line on its body.

Jiang Ling took another look and suddenly felt that there was something aura about this carp.

I couldn't help but open my Dharma Eyes, and when I looked at it again, I saw that the carp was actually tied up with Dharma mantras, one by one, like a big five-flower bundle.

He then walked over, took out a tael of silver and handed it to the coir raincoat guest.

As soon as the coir raincoat man saw the money, his eyes lit up. He took the money and handed the fish over.
Chapter completed!