Chapter five hundred and fiftieth two soldiers and horses
"ah?"
The scholar stayed where he was and dug his ears with his hands, feeling that he had heard something wrong.
He just came back from the county seat, and now he wants to go back to the county seat again?
Lin Yanli's eyes narrowed, and he said with a sinister look on his face: "What? You don't want to?"
The scholar complained in his heart, but did not dare to express it on his face. He bowed and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, I am a scholar in the village, and it is most appropriate to do such a thing."
After saying that, he cast his eyes on the old man and said softly: "Old man, go to my house quickly and get some pen and ink. I'll write the petition now and then ride on horseback and take the path to the Yamen later. It's getting late now. It'll be earlier."
You can rest early when you get to the county seat."
"Why."
There was also a cloud in Old Uncle Mei's mind. After answering, he quickly ran into the village. Before it was time for a cup of tea, he ran up to the scholar carrying a small wooden box.
An old man on crutches slowly walked out of the crowd, looked at the bandits with his cloudy eyes, and said to the young scholar and old man Mei: "Chang Yan, Yaosheng, this matter will trouble you."
"Head of the township, leave this matter to me and Chang Yan. Please just be at ease."
Mr. Mei was a warm-hearted person, his chest was beating loudly, and he answered the question in one go.
While the scholar was writing the imperial examination, he had no place to express the pain in his heart. He just thought that he was practicing hard work before passing the examination.
Lin Yanli squatted aside, looking at the young scholar speaking profusely, reaching out and clapping his hands.
As expected of a scholar with some knowledge, this writing is pleasing to the eye.
In more than a thousand words, the evil deeds of bandits are listed one by one. The whole article is clear and sharp, and the voices of the surrounding villagers who have been harmed by bandits are revealed.
Lin Yanli spread out the imperial examination, nodded with satisfaction, put the imperial examination into the brocade box, took out a token from his sleeve and handed it to the scholar.
"When you get to the county government office, go to the person in charge and show them this token. They will do the work honestly."
The scholar took the token and looked at it carefully.
There is a big word "Zhao" written on the token.
This Zhao cannot be the Zhao from Jinling!
The scholar's heart trembled, he put the token away and gave Lin Yanli a scholar's hand gesture.
"I will take care of this matter."
Although Mei Changyan was a scholar who was overshadowed by his father's generation, his head was not inferior to that of his father's generation at all, and he indeed had real talent and hard work in his belly.
With the token attached, it was like getting the Emperor's Sword of Shangfang. At this time, the scholar was an imperial envoy patrolling a party, and he suddenly seized the real power.
Lin Yanli nodded, pointed to the token in the scholar's hand and said, "When the time comes, you will personally send this token to Jinling. Whether it will be good for you or not will all depend on your knowledge."
The young scholar was so excited that he wanted to kneel down and kowtow to Lin Yanli on the spot. However, due to the surrounding villagers, he held hands and bowed three times instead.
He looked at the old man and said, "Uncle Mei, I'll go back and pack some things. You wait for me here."
After saying that, the young scholar hurried back home. Soon, he appeared in the sight of the villagers again, carrying a suitcase on his back, and it looked like he was going on a far journey.
"Nagahiko, we have horses. We can come back here and there again before dawn."
Mei Changyan pulled his luggage over his shoulder, smiled and patted Old Man Mei on the shoulder, shook his head and said nothing.
Old Uncle Mei was confused and didn't understand what the scholar meant, but he didn't want to ask more, lest he arouse the scholar's dislike.
The two mounted their horses and galloped westward along the mountain road.
Old Uncle Mei led the way, and Xiucai followed behind. The two were less able to control horses, but after running for several miles, they became familiar with each other.
Although Mei Changyan was born as a scholar, he often helped with farm work when he was a child. His white hands could write big words and plant seedlings. It didn't take long for him to grasp the horse rope with style and his riding posture became straight.
The sun was setting in the west, and the two of them arrived at the county town before sunset. The soldiers at the city wall saw the horses and cast a few more glances at Old Man Mei and the scholar.
Tsk tsk, this tall horse is really well-kept.
Biao.
Xiucai and Mr. Mei rode all the way to the county government office. When the county government officer saw the two figures, his face darkened and he said, "It's you two again. You both said that the county magistrate and the master went to the state capital together. You guys have passed."
Come back in a few days!"
Uncle Mei was a little anxious and said, "It's about bandits. Please be accommodating and send a letter to the county magistrate immediately. It's an urgent matter."
The officer sneered: "There are so many urgent matters. Who are you? You deserve to be delivered by a fast horse."
"They all have one nose and two eyes, why do you look down on people!"
Uncle Mei was about to have a fit when he was stopped by the scholar.
The young scholar pondered for a moment, then took a step forward, took out a piece of silver from his sleeve and quietly placed it in the servant's hand. He said with a smile: "This official, please don't be angry. I will go to the tavern with my brothers to have some drinks later."
The officer grabbed a handful of the money, quietly put it into his pocket, and whispered: "The county magistrate and the master have really gone to the state capital. If you want to deal with the bandits, you have to go to Mr. Bi from the Military and Horse Division."
When Mr. Mei heard this, he almost choked on a mouthful of thick phlegm.
That Mr. Bi and the bandits are the same as each other. If Mr. Bi had not celebrated his birthday, how would these bandits come to Meigang Village to rob people?
"Nagahiko, let's wait until the county magistrate comes back before submitting the petition."
Mei Changyan felt like a mirror in his heart. He smiled and cupped his hands to the officer and said, "Thank you so much, brother. I will send the petition to the Military and Horse Department right now."
The two led their horses away from the county government office. Old Man Mei was full of complaints. He walked around the corner and spit on the ground.
"What the hell, a dog looks down on people, bah."
Mei Changyan had a clear mind and responded: "These people are all human beings. They eat the weak but not the hard. They take money to flatter themselves more than anyone else."
The two of them walked out of the street where the county government office is located, and Old Man Mei said: "Changyan, let's find a place to stay first, and then hand over the petition when the county magistrate comes back."
The young scholar buried his head and followed the old man all the way to the inn.
There are two red lanterns hanging in front of the inn, and the candles inside are burning brightly, which is very conspicuous at sunset.
Mei Changyan grabbed the horse's rope, stopped suddenly, and said to Old Man Mei, "Old man, you go and have a rest while I go to the Military and Horse Department."
When Mr. Mei saw that Mei Changyan was going to the Military and Horse Division, he was frightened.
The Soldiers and Horses Division is the home base of "Master Bi". Where can I get to this place? I'm afraid that if I go there, I won't be able to come back.
"Chang Yan, since Mr. Bi dares to be the bandit's internal agent, he must be a vicious person who eats people without spitting out their bones. Let's wait until the county magistrate comes back before we report this dog official."
The young scholar reached out and patted the horse's neck: "Old man, don't worry and wait for me at the inn. I have the ability to protect my own life."
Seeing the scholar's confident face, Mr. Mei didn't hesitate to say anything. After all, the scholar had much more ink in his stomach than the rest of them, and had his own thoughts and ideas in his heart.