The county magistrate is working diligently in the lobby.
He is in his thirties, and his face looks quite upright and not that greasy.
Although some people are naturally oily or not oily, it just feels good.
Wang Ruqian came in without even giving any money and explained the matter clearly.
The yamen servant was standing aside, thinking, this guy is good-looking and has a good talk. After a few words, who dares to ask for his money? His mouth can be used as money. Of course, not everyone has to see money.
What the magistrate is now curious about is, after the attempted occupation, I heard that the person was beaten, does this count as the evil person filing a complaint first?
After all, he's not a villain. So it's interesting.
The magistrate is interested in this beautiful young man. This talent, not to mention overqualified, is a bit inappropriate for this matter.
The magistrate showed him another case at hand: "In your opinion, how should this be resolved?"
Wang Ruqian was wearing a white robe and standing in the middle, feeling a little cold.
Fortunately, he was used to the cold, but not the warmth. He didn't know what the county official meant, so he could only take it honestly.
The scribe on the side was anxious.
Scriveners are all powerful characters.
The magistrate was not afraid of him. After all, he was sitting while he was standing.
The clerk and the county magistrate both said bluntly: "The seventh master of the Gu family has taken a liking to that house."
The magistrate asked in a good temper: "Whose do you think belongs to whom?"
This answer was too straightforward. The scribes thought the county magistrate had been replaced.
Liu Cai stood beside Wang Ruqian obediently, not daring to say a word. He was wondering if this had anything to do with the Gu family?
Just like the outer chamber of the Gu family is active, the main chamber of the Gu family is also capable.
Liu Cai saw that Wang Ruqian might fall into a fight between the outer chamber and the main chamber.
However, other people will be afraid, but it doesn't matter if you are really capable. Master, the current master is not Mrs. Tan before, and she is not in business, so she doesn't need to think so much. If Wang Ruqian plays his game cleverly, he doesn't have to worry about offending others.
The clerk didn't get any favors from the county magistrate, so he came directly to scare Wang Ruqian: "How long have you been in Haizhou? Do you understand everything?"
Wang Ruqian's eyes looked directly at him: "No matter how many things happen, kill them all with one sword!"
Why do you talk to them so much? This is what my little wife does.
The magistrate slapped the table: "Okay!"
Wang Ruqian looked at the county official again and was taking advantage of him.
The county magistrate looks at this boy, he is really a good piece of material!
The scribe sneered.
Wang Ruqian asked him: "The county minister is here, what do you want to do?"
The clerk was so choked that he didn't dare to say anything. He didn't even bother to say anything. Anyway, he had a way to deal with the matter. In fact, the house was not important, what was important was the reputation.
Liu Cai guessed that the next generation of the Gu family has begun to seize power? Why is it like seizing the direct descendants?
Ordinary people don't know much about seizing direct heirs, but the quarrel between Empress Dowager Meng and her son was too lively.
Wang Ruqian had met subordinate officials before, and this time he felt more clearly. This is why the king of hell is easy to see and hard to deal with.
It's just a kid, Wang Ruqian can't be frightened by him.
The magistrate is very satisfied with the momentum of the young people!
If young people are too greasy, or timid, or reckless, they are meaningless.
The yamen went to call the renter, but he was not there for the time being and couldn't be called, so the matter was decided.
Wang Ruqian took the initiative and said: "I will move those things aside. If he wants them, he can move them away. If he doesn't want them, he can deal with them. If he apologizes, my master won't care. Otherwise, he should compensate."
The county magistrate knew. This young lady didn't want to get into trouble.
A young boy ran over and whispered to the county magistrate.
The magistrate's eyes widened, the little lady is amazing! Haicheng County may be so lively.
Of course, he is the county magistrate. If there is a big trouble, go to the magistrate or the admiral.
Fighting at that level is only exciting, and the magistrate is simply not enough to watch.
Navy camp.
It's not in the city, it's a bit far away.
Daying is a town in itself.
Yan Min rode over and checked one after another before arriving at the commander's tent.
I have to say that the Wu family's letter is pretty easy to use here. If you don't have some tokens, it won't be that easy.
Shuai Zhang is a term used to describe it, but it is actually a large mansion with five entrances, the Admiral's Mansion. Yan Min could only stand at the door.
Inside, the wing room.
Ding Hai is wearing a black jersey. He is small but very capable and strong with age.
The soldiers prepared lunch, which was not too elaborate but was generous.
However, the soldiers knew that the admiral could not eat so much, and they would have to eat it quietly in a while.
A soldier came in with a letter and reported: "There is a man who says he is Taijun Shi of the Wu family in Ningzhou, and asked him to deliver something to you."
The little old man received the letter and looked a little confused: "The old lady is in good health. Bring people in."
The soldier urged: "Sir, eat quickly."
The little old man has no appetite. Even if he sees the old lady's letter, let him read it before talking.
The soldier asked: "What did the old lady say?"
The little old man burned the letter casually. Although it was not a secret message, there was no need to keep it.
Yan Min came in, his head lowered.
The little old man asked: "Where is the little lady?"
Yan Min didn't quite understand it yet, but his master asked him to answer whatever he asked: "The young lady is in Yinqiu City. She just bought a house and plans to live there."
The little old man looked at the boy without interest and simply said: "Where are the things?"
Yan Min hurriedly presented a box with both hands.
The soldiers have to stretch out their hands.
The little old man waved and came by himself. He took the box and opened it. Inside was a porcelain bottle.
Put the box on the table, then took the porcelain bottle and opened it. Inside were three round pills.
It smelled good, so the little old man took out one and ate it.
The soldiers were on the side and I was so nervous!
Several soldiers stared at Yan Min closely.
Yan Min was so frightened that he sweated. This murderous aura was like a real Chinese army tent!
The young lady definitely did it on purpose. He thought that the chores were also very difficult.
The little old man felt pretty good, and suddenly looked at Yan Min's face: "Who is your father?"
Yan Min was confused: "My surname is Yan, and my late father was Qing."
The little old man's eyes were bright: "Sure enough, you are his son! But what's the matter with you now?"
Yan Min didn't know that his father still knew such people: "When my father died in the battle, I was still young, so I was taken to practice martial arts by my master. Now my master has passed away. I sold myself to the young lady."
The little old man looked at him, showing no sign of reluctance, and didn't want to do anything. He was very ambitious and asked, "What are your plans? Have you ever started a family?"
It was rare for Yan Min to be asked this question. Although he was taller than the little old man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, he was very respectful: "Not yet, now follow the little lady."
The young lady is at least reliable. Even if she wants to defect to the admiral, it may not be easy. Can she still ask the admiral to give him money?
The little old man thought about it, there really was something.
He and Yan Qing are not very good friends, not to mention that the boy is very good now, so there is no need for him to take care of it. The little lady didn't come, but he gave the medicine, so he should show some expression to the junior, anyway, he has it in his hands
There is no shortage.
The soldier urged again: "Sir, eat quickly."
The little old man scolded: "You have no expression."
Yan Min hurriedly apologized: "It's the boy who came at the wrong time."