Fox Road Travel Notes

Chen Zican smiled and said: "Look, as the old saying goes, three pounds of millet and one pound of chicken."

"You little chicken will grow up sooner or later, but it has to eat millet to grow up."

"When it grows to eight pounds, it will eat a total of twenty-four pounds of millet."

"This dead chicken only weighs one tael. I'll count it as two taels, minus six taels of millet. You should give this scholar twenty-three pounds and ten taels of millet."

"Shopkeeper Huang, do you think my calculation is clear? Is it fair?"

After thinking about it, everyone burst into laughter and applauded in unison.

Shopkeeper Huang scratched his forehead and calculated again and again in his mind. No matter how he calculated, he felt that what Chen Zican said was accurate. "

"I had no choice but to take the bag with suspicion and weigh a full twenty-three kilograms and ten taels of millet for Gao Xinzhi.

Old Master Yang had been thinking with his head down, but now he understood and couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

This guy is indeed a master who never suffers losses.

This account was flipped back and forth, and it seemed fair, but unknowingly, one of Shopkeeper Huang's eggs was lost.

Although it's not worth much money, it's still a small punishment for Shopkeeper Huang's insistence on taking advantage.

Thinking of this, he didn't say anything.

The crowd was about to disperse when they heard Shopkeeper Huang exclaim: "Huh? That's not right!"

"My millet costs seven cents per catty, two thousand seven hundred and fourteen, three thousand seven hundred and twenty-one. How can I pay for it..."

When everyone reacted, they burst into laughter again.

Yang Jiaoyu sighed: "I just thought you made someone's egg into paste."

"I didn't expect that you trampled on someone else's chicken and stole three kilograms of chicken for nothing. You are so cunning..."

Chen Zican smiled apologetically: "Old Master, Gao Xinzhi trampled the chicken to death, what does it have to do with me?"

"I just followed his way and settled the scores between them."

"This case was decided fairly and justly, and everyone is happy. Do you have any misunderstandings about me?"

Yang Jiaoyu shook his head helplessly: "Is it still fair and just?"

"You kid, if you become an official..."

"Either he is a traitor, or he is a famous minister?" Chen Zican answered.

The old master stroked his snow-white beard, squinted his eyes and thought for a while, and actually nodded.

On the fifth day, an urgent report came from the provincial capital. The inspector, Mr. Su, had already set off and would personally visit Xiuwu County to retrial the rape and murder cases of Chen and Zhou Xiucai.

At the same time, the governor's office issued an official document stating that Ye Jian, the prefect of Huaiqing, was fatuous and incompetent, abused punishment, and committed the crime of entering and exiting. The evidence was conclusive and he was immediately suspended pending further investigation.

After receiving the news, Chen Zifu immediately sent Liu Er to lead several capable government officials to Huaiqing Mansion to capture the fugitives Qi Yongkang and Min Jingzong.

Chen Zican also asked Gao Xinzhi to leave immediately and tell General Song the whole story.

Ask him to send someone to help capture Qi Dalang and prevent him from escaping.

At the same time, a letter was delivered by fast horse to Hanoi County, which is the choke point for entering and exiting Huaiqing Prefecture from the north.

At that time, this was just a casual move by Chen Zican to prevent problems in the bud.

But the news soon came back that Qi Dalang was indeed an old fox who had become a spirit.

When he got the news that the official documents had been lost by the government officials, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

He took Min Jingzong with him first and escaped without a trace.

Liu Er led the government servants to his house, but the building was already empty.

General Song also missed the opportunity.

Leopard personally led people to track him, but he was suspected and soon lost the trace. Now he is sending people to intercept him.

Everyone in the county government office became nervous. If you can't kill the snake, you will be bitten by the snake.

No one dares to take an enemy like Qi Dalang lightly.

After all, they have already been bitten once.

Chen Zican thought twice, and he and Gao Xinzhi mounted their fast horses and headed straight for Hanoi County.

According to his judgment, Qi Dalang was most likely to flee to Beizhili, where he had connections, influence, and the capital to make a comeback.

However, I don’t know if that person is willing to take action for me.

Speaking of which, they only met on one side.

If he decided to live in seclusion and was unwilling to take action, then he and Gao Xinzhi would be the last resort.

He must be found or killed before Qi Dalang launches a counterattack.

"boom"--

The wheel rolled into a puddle, and Qi Dalang's head jumped suddenly and hit the hard wooden board, numbing in pain.

He squirmed hard, trying to move a little to the side, but his face was red, and it was no use.

I had to close my eyes tightly.

Sure enough, as soon as his eyelids closed, his face was "swiped" by something, and then "swiped" again.

The tip of my nose smelled a mixture of urine and rotten vegetables.

Min Jingzong next to him must have also been "brushed", and he was trying hard to get into his arms.

Qi Dalang knew that it was a horse's tail.

This old horse has a problem that he hates very much, that is, as long as he exerts force, his dirty and smelly tail will swing back and forth happily.

He suspected that his face would be swollen in less than half an hour.

He hated the big man sitting on the shaft of the carriage even more. He tied himself up like a rice dumpling and stuffed a large ball of hay into his mouth.

Don't move anywhere except your eyelids.

Of course, he was not sitting in his luxurious carriage made of rosewood, but a broken carriage for hauling goods.

Underneath him, there was no thick rat skin, but hard wooden boards.

The body is not covered with a soft brocade quilt, but a layer of straw.

It was dark, so the stars were bright.

Through the sparse gaps in the straw, Qi Dalang could sometimes see the handle of the spoon pointing east.

He knew that this old car was heading south, heading in the direction he least wanted to go.

Now, it should be the time to be ugly, right?

Half an hour ago, he and Min Jingzong were sitting comfortably in the luxurious carriage made of rosewood.

The driver is a Hequ horse, clean and clean, running like a gust of wind.

The carriage was hung with the flag of the Qingfeng Division of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

In the past few days, he and Min Jingzong had been traveling day and night.

Park your car at the inn during the day and set off at night when the crowds are quiet.

He didn't even leave the carriage to eat, drink or have sex. No one knew that he had been hiding in the carriage except his trusted coachman, Lao Song.

Even Lao Song wore a hat and a uniform with a white flag.

In addition, the flag hung on the car was made of tiger skin. Along the way, Yi Cheng did not dare to interfere, and no one took advantage of the bear's heart and the courage of the leopard to come to trouble them.

As they were about to leave Huaiqing Mansion, everyone gradually relaxed.

Lao Song waved his whip and drove the carriage very fast.

Suddenly, the lights suddenly appeared, and on the dark official road, a figure seemed to grow out of the ground, standing in the middle of the road.

In the dim yellow light, he looks extraordinarily tall...

The horses were frightened, and the men stood up and neighed.

In panic, Lao Song almost fell down from the car.

Qi Dalang and Min Jingzong rolled into a ball in the carriage. Something hit his injured leg, and Min Jingzong screamed in pain.

Lao Song was in shock. He looked at the motionless figure standing on the road and cursed angrily: "Go away, are you blind?"

"If you are looking for death, why not hang yourself!"

The man stood there silently, as if he hadn't heard anything.

The lights slowly turned up, and Lao Song saw a tough and weathered face.

Under his thick eyebrows, his eyes were as sharp as a knife: "Qi Dalang?"