The water tanker sent by Liren Street finally arrived, and then more people came to the government office to put out the fire. It seemed that even officials from the county government office and the Zhongbingma Division came. The spread of the fire was effectively controlled, and finally it did not lead to a major disaster.
Disaster. In this era, houses used a lot of wood, which is flammable and very dangerous to fire. Especially in cities like Nanjing with densely populated houses, fire prevention is a particularly important item in the administration of local officials.
After putting out the fire, we need to investigate the cause. If Aunt Li's house is accidentally burned, she will be taken to the Yamen for punishment; if someone sets the fire, the culprit must be found. Anyway, Liren Street will be noisy all night long.
It will be done.
Everyone in the Zhang family was also sighing, but it was not because of the fire, but because of Zhang Ning's incident. Zhang Jiujin, a good citizen who does business honestly, has been involved in lawsuits with the government again and again recently, and a scary stranger appeared in the house in the middle of the night.
People, ordinary people, will be frightened by anyone.
"Erlang was taken away by the government again, will something happen?" Zou's face was completely pale.
Zhang Jiujin threw the bucket he brought back heavily into the patio, and said with a pulled face: "His family will have to drag our family to death! At such an age, we should have separated long ago!"
Zou glanced at Zhang Xiaomei and said hurriedly: "It's just Erlang who caused trouble, it has nothing to do with Xiaomei."
Zhang Xiaomei opened her mouth to speak, but in the end she buried her head and said nothing.
Zhang Jiujin, with an angry look on his face, pointed to the door and said: "That kid is not from the Zhang family! If he can come back this time, we won't be greedy for his share and cause trouble. We will give him all Zhang Jiuyin's things! Our family
How do you feel sorry for others?"
Ms. Zou took hold of Zhang Xiaomei's hand and said, "Your uncle said angry things, and the whole family should not be angry. The only business is to think of a solution."
"What can you think of?" Zhang Jiujin said with a blushing face, "Are you going to the Yamen gate to complain? There are not enough troubles! And Zhang Xiaomei, you'd better behave yourself and don't cause trouble on your own. One day you won't get married and I will one day.
I can teach you a lesson!"
At this time, Zhang Xiaomei was really pitiful, her shoulders were trembling slightly, and the tears in her big eyes kept spinning, but she looked at Zhang Jiujin without saying a word.
…
Suddenly coming out of the fire scene, Zhang Ning was wearing a pair of undergarments and was quite cold due to the night wind. The four of them crossed the Dazhong Bridge, and the direction was not towards the county government office and the Ministry of Rites Hotel. The government office was on the west side of Liren Street, Dazhong Bridge.
The middle bridge was in the southeast. But Zhang Ning did not express any objection, and the few people walked in silence.
When they arrived at an inn called "Yue Ke Lai" inside Tongji Gate, two guards stopped. The young man in a white shirt took out a few strings of copper coins from his sleeve pocket and handed them over: "Brothers, have a cup of tea." The guards said
He hurriedly waved his hands and said: "You are officials from Beijing. You don't have such rules, so you don't dare to ask for them." The young man in the moon white shirt couldn't help but put it into his hand: "You also need money to buy worn shoes and socks. What's wrong with the rules? That's it.
I can’t bring it up again, so you should try not to talk about what happened tonight.”
Separating from the officer, the young man in a white shirt knocked on the door of the inn and took Zhang Ning in. When the two went upstairs, the young man said: "There are not enough people around Master Yu (the official is too young). I am the only one there tonight."
Staring, I realized that something had happened and it was too late to help. Later, I felt that the safe situation was too dangerous, and I wanted to ask you to stay away for a while, but I didn't know how to make you trust me. After all, you and I are strangers. I had to come up with this plan to wrong you.
|Fire, please don’t be surprised.”
"It's all expedient, I understand." Zhang Ning replied calmly. A thought flashed through his mind, wasn't this guy the one who lit the fire in Aunt Li's house next door? But after thinking about it for a while, he thought it was unlikely.
Rats are afraid of hitting things nearby, let alone setting fire to people's homes.
After going upstairs, I knocked on the door and entered a guest room. I saw three people inside, all dressed neatly and showing no signs of sleeping. A young man wearing a blue shirt and a square turban, with a white face, sat squarely and steadily, about 25-6 years old.
At about 50 years old, he is dressed like a scholar, but at first glance he does not look like a scholar. A scholar does not have that kind of bearing. The other two, a fair and fat young man and an old man in his fifties, both wear gray cotton robes.
, without a hat, her hair was tied on top of her head with an undyed wooden hairpin.
When the man wearing the Pingding scarf saw Zhang Ning, he asked, "Why did it happen like this?" The person who spoke should be Yu Qian.
Zhang Ning didn't answer the question in a hurry. He first cupped his fists and bowed in greeting: "Zhang Ning, a small citizen of Shangyuan County, pays my respects to you, sir."
"Okay, there's no need for so much red tape." Yu Qian was still sitting and raised his hand to make a gesture, "Go find some clothes for Ping An to wear. It's cold at night." After hearing this, the fat boy walked into another room.
. And the old man in his fifties never spoke or moved, standing by the entrance door like a wooden sculpture.
The young man in white shirt who brought Zhang Ning over said: "They really came to Yin. The students were afraid of long nights and dreams, so they took it upon themselves to find Ping An and bring him here. Ping An believes in you..."
Yu Qian interrupted the young man: "I've known it since you came in. If Ping An doesn't believe you, can you take my piece of paper stamped with the seal of the head of the ceremony department and invite people over?" The young man hurriedly bowed and said, "Sir, you know the subtleties.
.”
Yu Qian looked at Zhang Ning again: "I don't quite understand why Ping An trusts a stranger so easily."
Zhang Ning chanted unhurriedly: "Thousands of hammers and thousands of hammers have carved out the deep mountains, and the fire has burned them as if it were nothing. I am not afraid of my bones being shattered into pieces. I want to leave my innocence in the world."
"Haha..." Yu Qian suddenly laughed heartily, and looked at Zhang Ning face to face, and Zhang Ning returned the smile, all without saying a word.
The young man in a white shirt also laughed and said: "My lord, you wrote a poem in your early years, and brother Ping An dared to trust each other in life and death. It is really a good story in Shilin." Yu Qian's laughter gradually disappeared, obviously he was not satisfied with his men's words that made him look bad.
, there are some things you really shouldn’t say, because if you say them, you won’t feel the same way.
At this time, the fat white boy came out with a piece of clothing, but Yu Qian said: "Whose clothes are you taking? Can Ping An be tall enough to wear them? Go get the robe I usually wear. He should be about the same height."
Zhang Ning noticed that the young man in white shirt added "brother" to his name, which meant that he wanted to be close to him. Of course he wanted to vote for Li Xiutao, so he turned around and cupped his fists and said, "I'm sorry, I haven't asked the person who helped me yet."
Dear brother, please give me your surname."
Yu Qian took the words and said: "His name is Wang Jian, and he is also famous for his work. You can just call his cousin Yangde." Zhang Ning said hurriedly: "I don't dare. Brother Wang, please pay me a courtesy."
"Don't be busy with the minutiae now. I want to ask you something." Yu Qian said sternly, "You made a confession in prison and are now in Beijing. I believe you can't help yourself, so you don't need to do this.
Let’s think about it again. Now Mr. Zuo Yude and Yang Shiqi want you to go to Beijing to retract your confession and tell the truth about the torture and conspiracy. Are you willing? We act upright and have no evil ways. We only seek truth and justice.
, so I won’t force you, let it be your choice.”
Choice? Zhang Ning thought to himself, do I have a choice now? Besides, as soon as I came to this world, I already got into trouble with the power field. If I want to continue to mix, I must have an organization. Visually, the prospects of the organization in front of me are pretty good.
Andy Lau said it well in the movie "The Proposal": If you don't have brothers in this world, you can't survive.
Zhang Ning didn't even have to think about it, and said readily: "Have I bribed Mr. Lu, how can I know? Mr. Lu is the examiner and the student's mentor. Heaven and Earth Lord is my teacher, and my mentor was imprisoned because of me.
, How can it be reasonable for a student to just sit back and ignore things? I am willing to do everything in my power to help Mr. Lu clear his grievances."
Yu Qian nodded solemnly and said in appreciation: "Ping'an knows the great righteousness and understands the general principles. If nothing happens to Mr. Lu, and such a candidate is in hand, it will also help the imperial court and the country to find a talented person for the Ming Dynasty."
After he said that, he turned his head and glanced at the window, which was slightly white. He was going to spend the whole night like this. Yu Qian said again: "I'm afraid that the night will be long and we will have many dreams, so let's leave through Tongji Gate at midnight. I'll write it down later if I'm safe."
Give me a new confession first, just in case anything goes wrong."
"Is it going to hurt you if I follow you to the north after my studies?" Zhang Ning asked calmly, implying that he was worried about safety on the road. Just now, Yu Qian asked himself to write a confession overnight. Obviously, he might encounter trouble on the road, so I didn't mean it.
Even after Ning Ren died, there was still an autographed confession. Is this what Yu Qian meant by being foolproof?
Wang Jian said: "My lord has already made arrangements, brother Ping'an doesn't need to worry."
Yu Qian lowered his voice and said: "Now we can only take a grain boat or go overland to return to Beijing. The land route has many vehicles and ships stopping at hotels, and the roads are not easy to travel; the people on the grain boat are mixed, and the Southern Zhili patrol censor Zhou Ne used to be in
I have served in the Department of Transportation and Salt Envoy, and may have contacts with some Jianghu people such as the Cao Gang of the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal. There are also hidden dangers. Mr. Zuo Yudeyang asked me to handle this matter. I must do it well without any mistakes!
So I thought of another way, which can be called 'building the plank road openly and using the old warehouse secretly'."
Zhang Ning silently remembered the words "Build the plank road in secret and visit Chen Cang secretly" in his mind, and immediately understood what Yu Qian's so-called clever plan was, and reminded him: "Brother Yangde (Wang Jian) is walking with Mo Xue tonight, and Lord Yu has already
If you are exposed, it is impossible not to keep an eye on Mr. Yu that week. You came from Beijing and brought a few people with you to check. If there are one or two missing, I am afraid that you will not be able to get rid of their spies."
When Yu Qian heard Zhang Ning's words, he knew that he had understood the meaning of the eight words. It was easier to deal with people who responded quickly. He nodded in approval and said, "Ping'an makes sense, but we have other plans."
He didn't say what the arrangement was, and Zhang Ning couldn't ask more questions.
At this time, Yu Qian glanced at the pink stuff on his hand to bandage the wound, and said, "Change a piece of gauze for Ping An, and let's take a break to recuperate."
Because this scarf belonged to Zhang Xiaomei, Zhang Ning thought of leaving Nanjing and not knowing when he would see her again, so he was reluctant to throw it away and put it in his sleeve pocket.
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