On May 15th, the 25th year of Tai'an, Yuanyang Fucheng.
Outside the north gate, a convoy slowly walked in. Seeing their arrival, the city's defenders opened the city gate early.
To be honest, the behavior of the soldiers defending the city seemed too "enthusiastic", but no one would say anything when they saw it.
Because the team that is about to enter is a team sent from the palace and is specifically responsible for supplying supplies to the palace.
The freshest vegetables, fruits, fish and meat have to be picked from farms outside the city. Basically, the palace has to send someone out every three to five days.
The suburbs of Yuanyang are already extremely safe, so several small farms have been set up outside to supply the royal palace with ingredients.
Although the suburbs of Yuanyang were extremely safe, the palace still sent out guards to escort them. The leader was He Daming, the flag officer under Xu Yu.
He Daming was very good at archery, so he carried a bow and arrows with him, making him stand out among the other small banners in the bodyguard department.
The car door opened wide, and the hundreds of households on duty were extremely enthusiastic and welcomed He Daming and his party into the city gate.
Three large carts slowly entered the city gate, and six palace servants supported the carts and pulled them.
Among these six servants, there was Ma Jin, who worked as a clown in the palace.
Under the gaze of the city gate defenders, although Ma Jin was calm on the surface, he was actually very nervous inside because he had a ghost in his heart.
But fortunately, with the palace as a sign for protection, no one came to make trouble, and Ma Jin and his party were able to enter the city smoothly.
After entering the city, they rushed directly to the palace.
The palace occupies half of Longqianfang and is surrounded by high walls, forming a separate defense system.
There are living quarters for officials, guards, craftsmen and servants, as well as a dedicated large grain depot and workshop area. In fact, the palace is not very big, but this smallness is only relative.
After passing several gates, Ma Jin and his party arrived at the west gate of the palace. At this moment, He Daming and his party completed their mission, so they left.
Ma Jin and others pulled the cart into the west gate, facing the special kitchen area.
This is a place specially provided for the masters of the palace to eat and drink, and all the selected ingredients are also stored here.
The carriage finally stopped outside the warehouse, and everyone began to move the goods. Ma Jin was the most diligent among them.
Seeing someone trying to move the big frame in front of him, Ma Jin quickly said: "This is heavy, I'll do it, I'll do it..."
"Old Ma, you work as a servant at the ceremony office and live a relaxed life every day, why do you have to suffer like this!" asked the boy at the side.
Hearing this, Ma Jin didn't think much, but directly moved the big frame, and then replied: "I have nothing to do in my free time, and it happened that Lao Xiao had a pain in his leg, so I helped him take over the work!"
"When I first entered the palace, Lao Xiao took good care of me. This time it's just a favor for me!"
At this moment, a eunuch came in and yelled: "What nonsense did I say to you guys? Hurry up and get to work!"
This person is the eunuch in charge of the kitchen, so he can naturally control the situation in the small world of the kitchen.
Everyone did not dare to say anything and everyone worked diligently. Ma Jin was the first to move the big frame into the warehouse.
After placing the large frame in place, Ma Jin quickly peeled open the vegetables above and took out a small cloth bag from inside.
Seeing that someone was about to come in, he immediately stuffed the cloth bag into his arms, then got up and walked out of the warehouse.
When he came to the door, Ma Jin hooked his waist and said to the eunuch overseeing the work: "Father, my stomach hurts... I'll go to the hut first, and I'll be back soon!"
The eunuch in charge frowned and scolded: "Stomach pain? A lazy person grinds his hands and urinates a lot. Get out of here... and you don't have to come back again!"
There was no shortage of things in the first place. Ma Jin went to the latrine and emptied everything, so there was no need to come back.
"Thank you so much, father-in-law, thank you so much, father-in-law!"
With a smile on his face, Ma Jin quickly exited the kitchen and hurried to his home.
After running out of the palace, Ma Jin came to the alley. Seeing no one around him, Ma Jin took out the cloth bag from his arms.
The reason why he went out of the city was because of the things inside.
The contents of the cloth bag seemed to be extremely evil. Even when he took them out from his arms, Ma Jin still looked horrified.
After leaning on the alley and trying to calm down, Ma Jin never dared to put the cloth bag back into his arms, but hid it in his sleeves and continued on his way.
When Ma Jin arrived outside his residence, he was stopped by a neighbor in the same courtyard before he could open the door.
"Thank you very much, Lao Ma!"
The person who stopped him was none other than Lao Xiao, whom Ma Jin was helping to take over today. There were two foreign families living in this courtyard.
Among the four families in the small courtyard, Ma Jin is the only one who lives alone, so he has the most free time every day, so he has more time to help his neighbors.
Because of this, Ma Jin and his neighbors live in harmony and help each other a lot.
"Old Xiao, you are so polite. You really want to thank me...how about treating me to a meal tonight?"
"Hey, it's no big deal, but I have a condition!"
"you say!"
"You are not allowed to bring anything with you when you come to dinner tonight, you can only come empty-handed!"
Hearing this, Ma Jin couldn't help but be stunned, then nodded and said: "Okay... I will come empty-handed tonight!"
Because he had nothing to worry about here, Ma Jin spent all his salary to build good relations with his neighbors.
Every time he was invited to a meal, Ma Jin would bring out more food, which made the treater feel embarrassed.
This is what happened in Yuanyang, and this would never happen in Liaoping.
Except for officials, basically everyone doesn't have enough to eat. Everyone is thinking about getting food to survive, so how can they give what they eat to others.
If he had a choice, Ma Jin hoped that the food he got could be sent back to Yuanyang and delivered to his wife and children.
After walking into the house, Ma Jin came to the bedroom and took out the cloth bag hidden in his sleeve.
Looking at the things in his hands, Ma Jin murmured: "Tomorrow, everything will cease to exist!"
After saying this, Ma Jin put the cloth bag at the foot of the bed, and then took out a document from under the mat.
This document has not written a word, but it has been stamped with the seal of the ceremony office. This is a document he stole.
In fact, this is not accurate. The official at the ceremony office accidentally spilled the tea, wetted the blank document and threw it into the trash. Ma Jin quietly dug it out from the trash.
Later, when he went to do odd jobs at the ceremony office, he risked his life to stamp the document while supporting the officials during their lunch break.
It was precisely because he accomplished this that Ma Jin came up with the next plan.
Turning around and closing the door, Ma Jin took out the pen and ink from the cabinet again.
The pen was almost bald, and the ink was scraps. It would not be an exaggeration to say that these two items were waste products.
Indeed, the pen and ink are just scraps that Ma Jin picked up, and he put a lot of thought into them.
As long as Ma Jin writes something on a document stamped with pen and ink, it will have legal effect before it is seen through.
But he didn't rush to write. Instead, he dipped his hands in water and made a draft on the table.
The content format of the document, under Ma Jin's careful attention, was no longer a secret, so he only had to copy it.
The key to the problem is that he only has this document, so he must not make mistakes when writing it.
After writing eight times on the table, Ma Jin finally stopped his fingers and began to grind the ink.
