eat meat every day

Fang Jing: "..."

He took a deep breath before pressing down the veins on his forehead. Seeing that the two of them didn't seem to have anything to say, he left in a hurry, obviously intending to check people overnight.

Zou Yi squatted on the ground to comfort the battered dog. Zou Sausage's ears drooped lazily. When Zou Yi touched his head, he moved away resentfully. Zou Yi was not surprised and gave him some snacks. It immediately forgot the old grudges, and ate happily, its tail wagging as if it was about to come down, Zou Yi hurriedly supported it.

Qing Yu made the quilt, got into the bed first, and then patted the bed next to her: "Come in, this idiot forgets everything when he has something to eat, don't worry about it."

Zou Yi held the tail cautiously for a while, and after confirming that it would not wag, she let go, took off her shoes and went to bed.

After being tormented like this, he didn't feel sleepy at all. He lay down for a while and turned his head to Qing Yu: "I just heard you say it seriously, can you really see the way of that man's martial arts? That Fang Jing looked at it He is also a person who has experienced many battles, why can't he see it?"

Qing Yu laughed happily: "Of course I can see it, and he can also get a general idea, but he won't think in that direction, his first reaction will be the enemy city, after all, Jinmi Island is all about Sesame Island. A little bit, the dynasty has just ended for decades, and the moves of training soldiers in each city are similar to relatives fighting, you really think he has seen something wrong in the world."

Zou Yi glanced at him lightly, did not comment on his arrogant tone, but changed the subject and said: "So you have seen a lot of worlds?"

Qing Yu smiled and said: "It's natural."

"What kind of world have you seen?"

Qingyu's eyeballs gurgled, thinking that this is trying to trick me: "I won't tell you."

Zou Yi said: "Then I'll treat you as nonsense. Seeing that you've been talking about oil cans all day without any clues, I believe you're the one to blame. I'm afraid it's just a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse. Don't be alarmed."

This rather obvious provocative method would have no effect on Qing Yu, but he blinked and decided to go with the flow: "My master used to draw boxing scores for me, and the one he drew was ugly, even the face and the back of the head are ugly. I can’t tell the difference. After drawing ten tricks, Dongshan and I have to find the rules. Half my life."

Zou Yi thought of Qing Yu's round and round buttocks that somehow made her feel particularly happy, so she burst out laughing, and then heard Qing Yu coolly finish: "What's more, how many times have these two big living people passed under my nose?" Ten strokes, I can't figure out if it's not a waste of so many beatings."

Zou Yi squinted at him, and said half falsely, "Why are you so harsh, you are a good monk and don't concentrate on eating fast and reciting scriptures, what kind of martial arts are you practicing?"

Qing Yu said with a smile: "After all, food depends on craftsmanship, if we can't make it happen, we can still act like a boulder in the chest, right?"

Zou Yi chose a more shameless retaliation for this man's way of opening his eyes and telling nonsense. He stared at his chest through the quilt: "Then you will perform one in the future, as... Impromptu show."

Qing Yu said: "What in the future, if you want to see it, I will show it to you now, even a broken pillow will do."

As she said that, she really pulled Zou Yi's pillow up to her chest, Zou Yi was taken aback for a moment, and happily grabbed it: "Don't touch my pillow, I'm going to sleep."

The two fought in the quilt for a while, Zou Yi panted heavily, and said unbearably: "I won't fight with you, return the pillow to me, I'm exhausted."

Qing Yu sat up, bent her legs and put the pillow on, said with a smile: "Then you get it yourself."

Seeing his eyes, Zou Yi instinctively felt that something was wrong, but she gritted her teeth and reached out to take it. As expected, Qing Yu quickly threw the pillow into the corner, and he gave Qing Yu a palm with her teeth gritted.

This palm probably has [-]% strength, anyway, Qing Yu's rough skin and thick flesh are fine if he beats him, Zou Yi thought so, but when her hand touched his chest, she froze for a moment.

His heart was beating like hell.

Although my heart beats fast after such a fuss, when I touch someone else's chest, I always feel different, so fresh, as if his life is lying in his hands to be mermaid.

Zou Yi was in a daze for a very short time, but Qing Yu caught it, picked up the pillow and stuffed it into his arms, patted his shoulder and said: "I don't mind you making trouble, sleep."

Zou Yi naturally couldn't continue to make trouble, and she was very tired, she fell asleep after lying down for a while.

Compared to their leisurely, Fang Jing was much more exhausted.

He followed the instructions given by Zou Yiqingyu, straightened his clothes and went to report to the city lord.

The lord of the city was a handsome middle-aged man who was reading the memorial under the oil lamp. Although he had a handsome face, there was a knife-like crease between his brows, and he couldn't hide his weary hand rubbing between his brows.

In addition to the city lord, Wang Miao, Shangshu of the household department, and Gu Qiu, the left servant of the household department, sat at the bottom.

The city lord was born in a family of merchants. His father was a well-known good merchant. He had donated money to build many bridges and roads, and he had a high prestige among the people. The election of the city lord was due to his father's contribution.

Because of his birth, he was already very familiar with the household department, and after he was elected, he even beat the top and bottom of the household department into iron buckets, making them all confidantes.

Fang Jing saluted, seeing his appearance, she couldn't help but said: "Your Highness should take care of your health, there are still many things for you to worry about in the future."

The city lord smiled and asked him to sit down. Fang Jing sat halfway cautiously, when the city lord looked at him teasingly: "How is the matter going?"

Fang Jing said: "There is a clue. It's someone from our military department who has a dog. We have already sent someone to investigate."

The city lord said: "That's good. If the prison case is not solved for a day, the people will be uneasy for a day. Safety is the foundation of everything. If there is no safety, there will be no prosperity. The sooner this case is solved, the better."

Gu Qiu's eyes were burning, and the city lord couldn't help laughing when he saw this, "Do you want to ask me why I agreed to their conditions?"

Gu Qiu said: "This subordinate is bold."

The city lord waved his hand indifferently: "Who is bold or not? It has been a democracy for many years. What are you doing with some old etiquette? My father is a businessman, and I am also a businessman. No matter how ridiculous things are, as long as they are profitable Why can’t we do business if we don’t violate the law? We are bound by the rules and regulations, such as the ban on bathing. If this continues, who will come to our Gucheng to do business? How can we develop if we don’t do business? Qicheng is stuck in the closed door and staring at it, it’s really annoying ... have trouble sleeping and eating."

Gucheng is located in a natural port, and the trade is extremely prosperous. However, the population is insufficient and the army is relatively small, and Qicheng is large, and there is a high-risk place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Holding a box of golden gold, why not make people's hearts tremble?

Gu Qiu, the servant of the household department, lowered his eyes and said: "If Master Yan is still alive, and his case of raising salt prices for military funds is settled, it will not be where it is today..."

As soon as the words were finished, there was a moment of silence, Fang Jing raised her eyes and glanced at him.

In the household department, where the sons of merchants communicate with each other, he was one of the few who passed the imperial examinations.

The test subjects in this exam need to choose six more exams, because everyone knows that the Ministry of Finance is a place where rich families gather together, and most of them go to the Ministry of Rites, Ministry of Industry, and Ministry of War. Gu Qiu was the only one who came to the Ministry of Accounting in that year.I still remember that when the city lord was still the Minister of the Household Department, he asked him why he came to the Household Department. He only said that he wanted the living to eat meat and the dead to wear silk, so that there would be no hunger, no pain, no cold, no pain.

As a well-known wishful thinking, this passage was made up and ridiculed by the sons and daughters of the household department for several years. However, since Gu Qiu joined the department, it is true to what he said. He is poor and dedicated to the people.From Fang Jing's point of view, he could see that the sleeves of his jacket were frayed and rolled up, which was very shabby.

Fang Jing looked at the owner of the frayed clothes. He was a middle-aged man with a handsome face, but there was a heavy sadness shrouded in his brows, and he exhausted all the complacency that a middle-aged man like him should have Clean and clean, it seems that the left side of the face is written "less than a hundred years old", and the right side of the face is written "often pregnant with a thousand years of worry".

Not only was he shabby, but he was also a little dazed, and he seemed to react when he saw everyone fell silent: "I made a mistake..."

Mr. Yan is the former left servant of the household department, an arm of the city lord, and a lord who is dedicated to the people, but he was victimized by the instigated speech of the enemy faction.

Hubu Shangshu Wang Miao is a little younger than the city lord's father, and he is a lovable mascot, who is best at making peace and adjusting the atmosphere. When he saw the embarrassment, he said: "Master Yan has a spirit to see how many people miss him so much. , must be very gratifying. Master Fang, how long will it take for this person to be caught? Do you have any general direction?"

Fang Jing hurriedly said: "Hurry up, everyone who comes out of the team is prepared, and the corpses will be handed over to you for examination, and the results will come out soon."

Said that Cao Cao had arrived, and just as he finished speaking, he heard the announcement, saying that the autopsy was over, and he brought the evidence along with him.

Said to be evidence, this person only has a piece of clothing on him, so there are no gadgets that he carries with him.

The city lord read it first, and then passed it down one by one. Fang Jing read it carefully, and when he looked up and saw the three of them were staring at him, he said in a low voice, "The brown dog hair I found in his sleeve is the same as that of the soldiers of the Ministry of War. Dog-like."

Several people looked aghast.

The city lord said: "Is this really true?"

Fang Jing hurriedly said: "Naturally, I have two old military dogs at home, but to prevent accidents, I'd better ask someone to check them again."

Called the subordinate who brought the evidence, but the man said: "Sir, this hair is already being inspected. I'm afraid that the adults are in a hurry and asked me to bring it over for you to see. He said the same thing as you , nine out of ten are military dogs, but the matter is of great importance, so we need to be more careful."

Wang Miao, Minister of the Household Department, twisted his beard and said with a smile: "What a scribbler, born with a seven-aperture exquisite heart, it's a shame to let him be a scorpion. Let me see who is smart someday."

The man responded with a thank you and then withdrew.

The city lord thought of something and murmured: "Yes, we need to be more careful..."

Fang Jing comforted: "Your Highness, don't worry too much. Although the military dogs are strictly controlled, there are many wealthy families who have a few of them."

So it may not be someone from the Ministry of War.

In the last term, the Ministry of War was in power, and the Ministry of Households was like fire and water, but the strength was equal. It was really a headache for the Ministry of War.

The words were revealed, and the city lord asked how the nails in the chess city were pulled out after the Jianzhan assassination case. Fang Jing unfolded the blueprints hidden in his sleeves and showed him. Leaking the loopholes to attract people, besides the one he caught himself, his subordinates also caught three.

"In addition to Taoshan Inn, there are also Fushan Inn, Gushan Inn, and Guquan Temple. Among them, Taoshan Inn and Guquan Temple are the largest, and they hide the most eyeliner. It's just that this thief is extremely cunning. If there is any change, he will immediately swallow poison and kill himself. Incompetent, never captured alive."

The city lord waved his hand and said, "No problem," he pointed at Taoshan Inn with a red cross, "there are three remaining nails, how are you going to pull them out?"

Fang Jing said: "Wait and watch the changes, wait for the opportunity to move."

The city lord nodded: "That's fine, I'll leave this matter to you, I'm at ease."

The four of them discussed with their eyes open all night, but Zou Yi and Qing Yu slept soundly all night until the sun was high, Qing Yu dragged Zou Yi up, and Zou Yi reluctantly got up to eat as it was approaching noon. breakfast.

As soon as the two of them arrived in the lobby, they felt something was wrong. The group of people at the table all looked nervous, especially the female relatives, and some even covered their faces and sobbed.

Zou Yi ordered two bowls of fish and meat wontons, and when Xiao Er went to the kitchen, she couldn't help calling out to him curiously: "What happened?"

Xiao Er didn't say much, and handed a newspaper on the counter to Zou Yi. Zou Yi bowed her head, and it was written on the front page: "Xiangwan kills!"

The author has something to say:

Born less than a hundred years old, I often worry about a thousand years old. ——"Nineteen Ancient Poems"

Insomnia until 02:30 in the morning... There is a calculus provincial competition, a mathematical modeling national competition, and three grades.

But this is not right now, QAQ

can someone tell me what to do

By the way, I still have palpitations... It's scary