It was the fifth watch day, and it was almost dawn, but at this point, it was really cold.
Song Jiang was holding back a bad feeling in his heart, but he had nowhere to vent his anger, so he went straight to his residence.
When I was about to reach the county government office, my heart was agitated, and the words of that woman were still flashing in my mind.
That bitch!
"It's really hard for women and villains to raise things that are ungrateful." Song Jiang complained in his heart, his face became more and more gloomy, and there was just a suffocating fire that burned in his heart.
At this time, Song Jiang didn't want to go back to the house, so he was walking aimlessly. Suddenly he saw a bright light in front of him, and it was the prince selling soup and medicine. He was here to catch the morning market.
well!
This person's life is meaningless. Why is he so busy running around?
Some are arrogant and extravagant, while others are impoverished.
The prince was quite old. When he saw Song Jiang approaching, he hurriedly said: "Song Yasi, what's going on today? It's cold in the morning. Why are you getting up so early?"
Song Jiang shook his head and found an excuse and said: "I drank too much last night. I heard the wrong drum beat this morning and felt a little uncomfortable, so I just got up."
The old man, the prince, immediately said: "Your Majesty, you are drunk. I will make some sobering soup for you to try. It will relieve the hangover and dissipate the cold."
When Song Jiang heard this, his heart warmed up. Last night, the bitch made sarcastic remarks and treated him coldly, but it broke his heart and made him feel sulky.
At the moment, it's not as considerate as an old man's words.
Song Jiang took the opportunity to sit in front of the table and said, "Excuse me."
After a while, the old man brought over the hot Erchen soup.
Song Jiang took a spoon and took a few mouthfuls of the hot soup. He felt that the cold air was washed away, and his depressed mood was relieved. He couldn't help but feel moved in his heart.
"By the way, I used to take his soup and medicine and never asked for half a penny from me. I am in such a mess today, but this old man treats me the most warmly." Song Jiang suddenly thought of something, "I promised him in the past,
He said he wanted to prepare a good coffin, but he was so busy with everything that he forgot about it."
In this age, especially for the elderly, whoever has a good coffin is a good thing.
Some poor families work hard all their lives, and when they die of old age, they don't even have a decent coffin.
The most important thing for ancient people was to rest in their graves. Many ordinary people wrapped themselves in straw mats and settled down in a hurry.
Thinking of this, Song Jiang thought of the gold bar he was wearing next to his body, and simply thought that this old man had feelings for him today, so Song Jiang might as well just go with the flow.
Song Jiang straightened up and said: "Prince, I have always said that I would give you money for a coffin. I have been busy here and there, but I have never cashed it in. Today I have some money with me. I will give it to you when the time comes.
You go to Chen Erlang's house and buy a coffin, which will be useful in a hundred years. When you die in a hundred years, how about I give you some final gifts?"
When the prince heard this, his eyes turned red, but he bent down and said: "The benefactor always takes care of the old man, and he is also blessed with a lifelong gift. The old man will not be able to repay the boss in this life, but in the future he will be a donkey or a horse to repay the officials."
Song Jiang laughed heartily, waved his hands and said: "My lord, if you are a human being in this life, you must be a human being in the next life! Why are you so awesome? That's not what you say."
While Song Jiang was talking, he lifted up his back and went to get the pocket. He was surprised, his face changed wildly, and he felt regretful: "It's so painful! I must have forgotten it on the railing of that bitch's bedside last night.
When he got angry, he just left without tying it around his waist. These few taels of gold were nothing, but the letter from Chao Gai was wrapped with this gold.
Alas! I originally planned to burn it down in front of Liu Tang in the restaurant. When he went back to tell me, he just said that I didn’t want to miss him.
I wanted to burn it down later, but I kept getting entangled with debris, and then I got entangled with the Yama Po, but it was so painful for me!
I often see that woman reading some music books and she knows a few words. If he takes it away, I'm afraid something big will happen!"
Song Jiang worked vigorously and resolutely, so he stood up and said: "Grandpa, I'm really sorry. I'm not lying. I put the gold in my invitation bag. I didn't want to come out in a hurry. It was also because the wine went to my head and I forgot it at home. I'll go get it now.
Come with you."
The prince hurriedly said: "Oh, Mr. Song, why are you so polite to me? Don't go and get it today. No matter what day, as long as Mr. Song thinks of it, I will talk to the old man slowly."
Song Jiang explained: "Grandpa, you don't know, I have something else that I put somewhere with the gold. I'm going to get it right away. If I don't get it, I'll get into trouble."
Wang Pingping had always received a lot of favors from Song Jiang. When he saw that he looked anxious, which was rarely seen in the past, he hurriedly said: "You have business to do, just go ahead."
Song Jiang just turned around and left the stall. Before he had gone far, he saw someone walking in front of him.
That person was no one else, he was Tang Niu'er, the second brother of the Tang Dynasty who was a pickle buyer. He usually worked as a helper on the street and often had Song Jiang to support him. When he sued Song Jiang for some official matters, he also got a lot of money.
When Song Jiang wanted to use him, he moved forward with all his might.
After all, Song Jiang was an official, and Tang Niu'er was his informant. He usually had information about people in the world, so naturally he had to rely on the help of such people.
Song Jiang saw him hurrying along, but his expression condensed, and he was running towards him.
Song Jiang hurriedly looked around and saw that no one was around, but he went up to meet him and asked, "Are you looking for me?"
Tang Niu'er took Song Jiang's hand and said, "Come this way, Si. I have something urgent to tell you. I just said it, so don't get angry."
Song Jiang's heart thumped, and he felt that these bad things seemed to be coming one after another, how could he feel at ease?
"Just tell me, I'll listen attentively." Song Jiang took a deep breath and calmed down.
"I was sleeping, but I heard someone talking outside my residence, saying that it was your bitch who was stealing men! I was startled, but I got up in a hurry, rushed out and saw that there was no one there at all."
Tang Niu'er hurriedly said, "Asi, the neighbors have been talking about this recently. I have this in mind. I really think those two people were right, so I rushed all the way to your building. Guess what?"
"What?!" At this point, the muscles on the black-faced Song Jiang's face were twitching violently, his eyelids were beating, and his lowered hands were trembling slightly at this moment.
It's just that Song Jiang's restraint was too good, and because of his generous clothes and the cover of the night, he might not be able to see clearly.
Tang Niu'er didn't pay attention and just said: "I heard your mother-in-law upstairs flirting with little Zhang San, and she said she wanted to look good to you!"
"Ah!!!" Song Jiang growled, pinched his arms, and whispered: "Did you really hear the voices of this adulterer and adulteress?"
"It's absolutely true! I heard it clearly! Song Yasi, it's better to quickly take a few government officials and go directly to arrest them."
Song Jiang was about to lower his head when he suddenly thought of the letter and couldn't help but close his eyes in pain.
"Tang Niu'er, you wait here, I'll go back first."
Tang Niuer wanted to say something else, but was frightened by Song Jiang's blood-red eyes.