The officials arrived at their destination one after another, and the fat county magistrate had been waiting for a long time.
In addition to greeting everyone, he mainly wanted to say some high-sounding polite words, but he only received sporadic responses.
Ren Qing's mouth twitched. There was not even a jailer present. It seemed that the county magistrate's status in the yamen was not high.
Not to mention Song Zongwu, even Huang Ziwan didn't bother to talk to him. Maybe the fat county magistrate had already become accustomed to it.
The fat county magistrate talked for a long time, and after his mouth was dry, the actual reward was given. Each person could get at least dozens of taels of silver.
Ren Qing's reward was slightly larger, but it was not too exaggerated.
Xiao Wu and other white servants were promoted, and from then on, the responsibilities could be passed down to the eldest son.
The fat magistrate still kept talking.
Ren Qing was a little helpless, but had no choice but to be patient, and it was not until more than half an hour later that the county magistrate was satisfied with the end.
Immediately, Ren Qing and others headed towards the Huo Gong Hall.
Bo Feng and the Li brothers had already prepared a table of meals and even bought a few jars of more expensive drinks.
The firemen from Hexing Street were cleaning the courtyard nearby.
It seemed that Bo Feng kept them in good order while Ren Qing was away.
Bo Feng hurriedly greeted him and couldn't help but patted Xiao Wu on the shoulder: "You are now strong. You have learned a lot from Ren Chai, right?"
"Of course, but I almost..."
Xiao Wu was about to say something when he suddenly realized that the jailer had asked him not to reveal the information, so he quickly shut his mouth.
"There is no safety in the city outside the city. I just need to come back safely."
Bo Feng sighed a little. He had followed the jailer out of the city several times, and every time some government officials would die inexplicably.
"Come on, come on, sit down and eat first."
Ren Qing couldn't wait to pick up a piece of crispy pork trotters, and immediately felt the fragrance on her lips and teeth.
Although meat is indispensable in the wilderness, water is barely enough, so it is all baked, and I will soon get tired of it.
Bo Feng smiled and said, "If it's not enough, I'll ask Xiao Zhu and the others to make some more."
Not far away, the Hexing Street pyrotechnics cast a resentful look.
If you only let me work but not eat, wouldn't I be offending your Bo Feng?
Ren Qing was not in a hurry to rest after drinking and eating, but planned to go to Butcher Zhang.
When he first entered Sanxiang City, Ren Qing noticed that there were too many braised food stalls all over the streets.
The Blood Dog Gang seems to be expanding blindly.
But in Ren Qing's opinion, business is more important than good, so there is something wrong with such behavior.
He came to Butcher Zhang's residence. The original butcher shop was now a private residence, and the braised pig meat had already been moved to another shop.
Ren Qing knocked on the door but no one responded.
He had to wait for a long time with a frown on his face, but still did not see Butcher Zhang return.
Seeing this, Ren Qing walked out of the alley, planning to let Bo Feng explore it during the day to see if there was any unusual movement in the Blood Dog Gang.
However, he had just walked onto the street. The passers-by around him had dispersed, and only a few stalls selling brine were still open.
Ren Qing snorted coldly and stood there with his arms around his chest.
After a while, a group of members of the Blood Dog Gang walked quickly towards his location, and the leader among them was Chen Ben.
"Any messenger, don't come..."
Ren Qing interrupted expressionlessly: "What do you want from me?"
Chen Ben's steps paused slightly, as if he was facing a hungry wolf that was out of its cage and looking at him eagerly.
They hadn't seen each other for a few days, and the pressure Ren Qing put on him was even worse.
He couldn't help but asked cautiously: "I also know that Mr. Ren, you have just returned to Sanxiang City, so why don't you treat me to a family reunion for you?"
"I don't have time, and the jailer has a lot of things to do with me."
Cold sweat broke out on Chen Ben's forehead. Since Ren Qing moved out the jailer, he must have someone to rely on.
I still remember that the Protector had warned that if Ren Qing was found to be involved with the jailer, he should not provoke him.
He was unknowingly affected by Ren Qing's momentum.
Ren Qing asked crisply: "You must be doing the stew business, right?"
The shock flashed across Chen Ben's face.
Seeing this, Ren Qing suddenly made a guess and said without hesitation: "It seems that the formula has been leaked."
The Blood Dog Gang also leaked the news after they knew there was an internal problem, so they hurriedly increased the number of stalls to avoid losing business.
Chen Ben came to him more because he was instructed by his superiors and wanted to use Ren Qing as a gunman to take the blame for leaking the formula.
Chen Ben said hesitantly: "Let me just pretend that nothing happened. I have offended you a lot today."
"Where is my uncle's mouth?"
Chen Ben took a few steps back and said: "Shopkeeper Zhang went to various places in the west of the city to purchase goods. We are not in the habit of burning bridges across rivers..."
"That's it, I'll go back first."
Ren Qing didn't want to get involved in the Blood Dog Gang's affairs. Even if the supply of pig eyes was gone, he would collect other eyeballs at worst.
Now that Song Rong is dead, there is no need to worry too much.
Fish-eye corns can also be purchased in large quantities, but they are smaller in size and are far less effective than pig eyes.
Chen Ben watched Ren Qing go away and couldn't help but have a lot of thoughts on his mind.
I'm afraid this person is not an ordinary person, so there is no reason to offend him. As for the Dharma Protector, he has no choice but to report truthfully.
He said to his subordinates: "Don't send people to stare at Zhang Mou again, especially when Ren Qing appears, try to stay away."
After returning to the Fireworks Hall, Ren Qing was still a little worried, so he asked Li Mian to go to Butcher Zhang's shop to confirm the situation.
Butcher Zhang entertained Li Mian with a cheerful face, and the latter added some pig eyes by the way.
In the following days, the Blood Dog Gang did not continue to cause trouble.
Ren Qing's lifespan was steadily increasing, and as he felt the day when he would be promoted to the Ghost Envoy Realm approaching, he couldn't help but feel anxious in his heart.
At this time, Song Zongwu came to the door and asked about joining the jailer.
However, it is not as smooth as Ren Qing imagined. Currently, there are no quotas for jailers in the Yamen, and the next batch will have to wait until next year.
But within a few months, there are too many variables.
Song Zongwu said in a deep voice: "Actually, there are reserve forces in the jail, which are similar to white servants. They are used to fill the vacancies of the jailers."
"Senior Song, there are no drawbacks, right?"
"The reserve force is prepared for monks who are related to the jailer. There will definitely be a priority in the Yamen recruitment."
Ren Qing opened his mouth and asked: "Is it difficult to join the reserve force?"
Song Zongwu showed a smile and said: "If you want to compete with several monks for position, it shouldn't be difficult with your strength. It's just a formality."
Before Ren Qing could think about it for too long, Song Zongwu continued: "They are all monks trained by gangs. I am still afraid of offending these people?"
Ren Qing asked cautiously: "Why do I feel like there is something secret inside?"
Song Zongwu smiled and scolded and replied: "Actually, gangs do not take the initiative to compete for reserve spots, they are just requested by the Yamen."
Ren Qing suddenly realized.
The gang will be controlled by all parties, how can the jailer be comfortable, and the jailer's resources are not comparable to those of the gang.
To put it bluntly, the gang was afraid that they would not be able to retain the monks, but they could not afford to offend the jailers, so the people vying for the reserve position should be people whom grandma is not close to and uncles do not love.
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