Jinyiwei work report

Song Yingbai went out this time, like a trapped bird out of the cage, he was full of energy and refreshed.

The state is fuller than that of being on duty in the capital, and there is no fatigue from the journey.

Moreover, he was responsible for buying food and drink. Jiang Zhan gave him 50 taels of silver for expenses.

Jiang Zhan and Zheng Yuan are quite good at "serving", they have no taboos or special favorites, as for whether they are to conceal their true preferences, or if they are really ascetic, he doesn't know, and it's not in his consideration Inside.

He was given a separate room for his rest at night, and he was not allowed to perform the duties of a book boy, such as serving tea and water at night.

So he's doing really well.

After traveling by land for seven days, they turned to the waterway. This morning, several people left the carriage at an inn to take care of them, and they came to the river together.

This is a small pier outside the town. On the misty river, there are a few flat boats floating here and there.

Song Yingbai was carrying the bookcase, Zheng Yuan was carrying the burden, and both of them lined up behind young master Jiang Zhan, waiting for the ferry to cross the river.

At this time, a small boat was slowly rowing towards the shore. The boatman was a dark and burly man, looking up and down at the four of them, "Crossing the river?"

Jiang Zhan said: "I don't know if I can help, please trouble the boatman."

The boatman stretched out two fingers when he heard the foreign accent, "Two hundred Wen per person."

Killing people, this is, it’s too expensive. If Song Yingbai crossed the river alone, he would never spend such wronged money, but now he is spending public money, so it’s easy to say: "Master, shall we sit down?"

Jiang Zhan said, "There is no other choice."

"Master, be careful, I will help you."

He stepped on the pedals to get on the boat first, and stretched out his hand to help Jiang Zhan up.

Just when Zheng Yuan was about to board the boat, the boatman stretched out his oars to stop him, "This boat is too small, it can only seat two people, you can take the bigger one at the back, the boatman is my brother."

Everyone looked back and saw a slightly larger fishing boat was rowing not far away, and there was a man punting on the boat.

Zheng Yuandao: "Young master, then I will take the boat behind, and you guys go there first."

Jiang Zhan nodded and said yes, "Let's set sail."

Song Yingbai watched the waves swaying away, getting farther and farther away from the shore, while Zheng Yuan boarded the boat behind and followed them not too far or too close.

Obviously, the water is not big on the shore, but it feels quite different in the middle of the river.

The river is vast, and the hull of the boat is shaking. If you look at it for a long time, you will feel dizzy.

While punting the boat, the boatman looked at the two of them with the corners of his mouth upturned, as if the road was long on their faces.

Song Yingbai said: "Does the boatman have something to say?"

Hearing this, the boatman put away his oars, stooped to touch the side of the boat, took out a simple knife, and said with a sinister smile: "I was just about to ask you two, do you want to eat noodles or noodles?" Eating wonton stew? Tell me!"

Song Yingbai lowered his head and supported his forehead, unexpectedly met the water bandits.

He was about to speak, when Jiang Zhan asked "stupidly and naively", "What is bandao noodles and what is wonton stew?"

Song Yingbai said, are you stupid sitting in an office, or are you a civil servant who doesn't understand these slang words?

The boatman flicked his knife, shining brightly, "If you want to eat bandao noodles, I will chop you into the water with a knife. If you want to eat wontons, you two quickly take off your clothes and jump into the water to die."

Clothes can also be sold for money. For the robbers, they hope that the other party can choose the wonton set meal.

Looking far away, Song Yingbai saw that the boat behind had also stopped, and the situation on board was unclear, and he presumably was also robbing.

Maybe when they were on the shore, the three of them were selected as lambs to be slaughtered. He and Jiang Zhan looked weak, so they boarded the boat and robbed him alone, while Zheng Yuan looked like a strong man with rough work. , separated him alone and let him go to the boat behind.

Chuanjia sneered angrily: "Have you thought about it?"

Song Yingbai looked at Jiang Zhan, "Young master, should we give him noodles or wonton stew?"

Jiang Zhan sat by the side of the boat and asked calmly, "Can you punt?" Seeing Song Yingbai nodding, he said, "Then think about it for yourself, he is a ferryman on the river, can't he know how to swim? Stew?! Use your brain before asking questions.”

Is Jiang Zhan still a poisonous tongue?Song Yingbai said: "This subordinate understands."

At this time, the boatman was holding a knife, and grinning, he couldn't understand these two frail young people. They looked like they were powerless, but why did they speak so strangely? !

Song Yingbai snapped his fingers with his left hand, and the boatman instinctively looked at him.

At the same time, a short arrow flew out of Song Yingbai's sleeve and pierced the boatman's throat.

With a plop, layers of red ripples splashed on the surface of the river.

Soon, it returned to calm.

This guy was ferrying on the river, and I don't know how many people have eaten ravioli stew with noodles. Today, he bumped into Jin Yiwei, and his retribution has arrived.

Song Yingbai picked up the oar and tried to row it. The problem is not serious and it can be operated.

"Master, do we need to wait for Zheng Yuan?"

Jiang Zhan said flatly: "No need, let's go ashore first."

Song Yingbai didn't worry about Zheng Yuan's safety at all, if he couldn't even deal with the two water bandits, there was no need to mess around.

Reluctantly rowed the boat to the shore, although it was trembling, but it did not capsize anyway, quite a sense of accomplishment.

After a short wait, a small boat slowly approached, and the space was much looser and faster than at the beginning, after all, there were two people missing.

"The feet and teeth of the car and boat shop should be killed if they are innocent!" Zheng Yuan spat out after getting off the boat, "The ancients never deceived me."

In these five professions, hiding evil people and practices, cheating, cheating, and even killing people happen from time to time.

Killing people by shipwrecks is a long-standing social problem, and every dynasty can't solve it. It can only be said that travel is not easy and the road is dangerous.

Today, they didn't have long eyes to meet the three of them. If they met ordinary passers-by, it would be another bloody case.

At this time, Song Yingbai had sharp eyes and saw a boundary marker not far away, "Ningyu County is here."

Ningyu County is adjacent to Jizhou. If there is no accident, you will be able to reach your destination tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

Jiang Zhan said: "After entering the city today, just rest, and get up tomorrow before going on the road."

"Yes." Well, it's time to rest.

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They pay attention to keeping a low profile when carrying out tasks. Song Yingbai and others entered the county town without looking sideways, just being one of the crowd of passers-by.

Suddenly, Song Yingbai noticed that the crowd in front of him was gathering on the side of the road, whispering to each other from time to time as if they were talking about something.

Hearing a burst of heart-piercing crying, following the sound, a woman on the side of the road was crying with a girl in her arms.

His cries attracted more people to watch.

The woman was in her early thirties, and the child in her arms was only about the age of cardamom, and her face was still childish.

At this time, the girl's face was livid, and there was blood on her mouth and nose, she was obviously already dead.

The woman hugged the girl's shoulders tightly, and tears fell down her daughter's cold skin in big drops.

"Sister-in-law Chen, go home, the child will never come back if you cry again." An old man with a gray beard in the crowd advised, with a helpless expression on his face.

The woman gritted her teeth and shook her head, "I don't believe that all the scholars in this city have no conscience and dare not write pleading papers for me! Yes, there must be!" After finishing speaking, she slowly put down the girl in her arms, kowtowed to the crowd, and cried Said: "I beg everyone, whoever knows how to read, please write a pleading for me. My daughter died unjustly. She was only 13 years old, so she died like this."

He kowtowed loudly, and his forehead gradually became red, swollen and bleeding.

Song Yingbai knew in his heart that in this situation, it was not a question of whether anyone could write a pleading paper, but whether someone dared to write it.

If not, the old man shook his head and sighed, "Sister-in-law Chen, don't say a few words, go home quickly! This girl has already gone, don't you even want to live?"

Mrs. Chen was unmoved, and was still kowtowing, "Wei Jun's family said they hired maids, but in fact, they regarded these maids as medicine dregs for collecting blood to make alchemy. My daughter didn't die of illness, but was killed by their family's blood collection. Damn it! I beg any scholar, please write a pleading paper for me, please..."

At the end, I was sobbing.

Song Yingbai had heard about collecting blood to make red lead pills in the capital. In order to collect the Tiangui of cardamom girls, he gave them blood-invigorating drugs to destroy them.

And those who can often do this are precisely the dignitaries who pursue immortality, only they have the will and the ability.

Judging by the expressions of the onlookers, this Wei Jun must not be easy to provoke, otherwise no one would dare to write a complaint.

Mrs. Chen was still kowtowing, begging over and over again.

Song Yingbai's brows were tightly frowned, his face was gloomy, Jiang Zhan squinted at him, and said in a very low voice, "You and I are not here to uphold justice."

"The sun dazzled the eyes." Song Yingbai lowered his head and rubbed the center of his brows.

"I can read, I will write!" A man wearing a square scarf and dressed as a scholar squeezed out from the crowd.

The onlookers watched together, this daring guy, someone recognized this man at this time, "Ning Caichen, didn't you go to collect the bill, why are you here to join in the fun?"

Ning Caichen?Song Yingbai frowned, but he didn't think too deeply about it. The names had the same or similar sounds.

Ning Caichen ignored the questioning, leaned over and said to Mrs. Chen: "I will write a pleading for you. If you have any grievances, you can tell me."

"Ning Caichen, you don't know how powerful it is, so don't join in the fun."

"This person has a grievance, and he wrote a pleading to sue. As a scholar, I can help if I can. How can I join in the fun?" Ning Caichen said with sincere eyes.

But sometimes, it is not a good thing to have sincerity and purity at this age.

At this moment, I heard a roar: "What are you crazy about here?!"

A man rushed into the crowd with four or five men aggressively, grabbed Mrs. Chen, and slapped her face several times.

The beating made Sister-in-law Chen's mouth full of blood, and the surroundings couldn't see it, and they all accused her. Ning Caichen also said: "If you have something to say, can't you say it well? Why do you beat someone?"

The man pushed Ning Caichen hard, pushing him to the ground, "You don't have to deal with my family's affairs!"

He said again: "Neighbors, you don't know. This girl is crazy, the child died of illness, she was stimulated, and she insisted that it was Mr. Wei who killed her. Isn't this slandering a good person? There is no need to say that Mr. Wei is a man. , Renyi! My daughter died of illness while working at his house, and she kindly gave five taels of money for her burial. This crazy woman is talking nonsense, if I don’t beat her, I’ll hit anyone!"

Song Yingbai could tell that the neighbors in the neighborhood didn't agree with the man's words, and some even shook their heads slightly.

Several people brought by the man grabbed Mrs. Chen, those who snatched the girl's body snatched the corpse, and they rushed forward, subdued them, and dragged them back.

Mrs. Chen shouted at the top of her lungs: "Let go of me, I'm not crazy, my daughter was killed, if you don't save my daughter today, it will be your daughter who will die someday—I'm not crazy—I'm not crazy— —”

"Shut up, my daughter is dead and reborn! Crazy woman."

"It's you, it's you, it's all you! You said that the Wei family gave a lot of money, so you sent your daughter to the Wei family to work. What happened? It's all you!"

"Crazy woman!" There were several loud slaps.

Song Yingbai watched these people go away, and suddenly someone shouted: "It's Pudu Cihang!"

As soon as the words fell, the passers-by who were still standing in a mess at first all stood on both sides of the road to make room in the middle.

In order not to attract attention, Song Yingbai and the others quickly stood among the people.

The monk named Pudu Cihang had a big show, some were playing fans, some were playing flags, some were playing drums, and there was such a long procession.

Pudu Cihang was about sixty years old, with a thin face, walked slowly, and met Mrs. Chen and the others face to face.

It can be seen that he is very prestigious. The man Mrs. Chen, who was pretending to be claws and claws just now, put down obediently like a kitten, clasped his hands together, "Master."

Aunt Chen crawled up to him with tears all over her face, clasped her hands together and cried, "Master, please save us..." With her forehead lowered, she sobbed feebly, "Please save my daughter... Please save me too..."

Pudu Cihang bent down, and lightly placed his palm on Aunt Chen's head, "This poor monk will save your daughter from suffering in the three evil realms."

After finishing speaking, he clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and recited the scriptures.

Everyone held their breath and listened quietly to Purdue Cihang's rescue of the dead. Although there were hundreds of people present, no one dared to make a noise.

Suddenly, Song Yingbai was trampled on. He lowered his head and saw that the perpetrator was Jiang Zhan. He dared not speak out, but turned his eyes away. What's the matter?

Jiang Zhan lowered his voice and said, "This man has a problem, don't listen carefully to his Sanskrit chanting."

Song Yingbai glanced at Zheng Yuanzheng who was fascinated by what he heard, with a look of fascination on his face, and he immediately gave him an elbow to wake him up.

Zheng Yuan woke up like a dream, shook his head, and took a deep breath.

After Purdue Cihang finished reciting the scriptures, as if nothing had happened, he left straight away, leaving a bunch of admiring eyes behind him.

Suddenly someone shouted loudly: "Retribution, retribution is coming! Sister-in-law Chen's man has been retribution!"

Song Yingbai and Jiang Zhan immediately crowded in front of Aunt Chen and the others, and saw that the man who was still alive just now was twitching all over his body, the veins on his neck were exposed, and his body was twisted like a twist. I'm out of breath.

Song Yingbai looked back in astonishment, and saw that Pudu Cihang and the others continued to move forward as if nothing had happened, and their figures gradually drifted away until they disappeared.

"Hahahaha..." Sister-in-law Chen sat aside, crying and laughing, muttering to herself constantly, "Okay, good retribution, hahaha."

Ning Caichen stepped forward, "I'll collect the bill at Jibaozhai in front. If you want to sue, just go to me and I'll help you write the complaint."

"He just died a man, so why would he want to sue him, you can hurry up!"

Ning Caichen said: "Yes, poor." He took out some copper coins from his sleeve, handed them to Mrs. Chen, and then walked away.

And Mrs. Chen's eyes were dull, and she was still reading: "Hahahaha, not a single one of the world's newspapers will be dropped..."

"Poor thing, I'm really crazy, hurry up and send it home."

Song Yingbai couldn't understand, so he touched the person next to him, "This big brother, dare to ask who the master just now is..."

"It's Master Purdue Cihang. His Sanskrit Mantra, the dead can ascend to bliss after listening to it, and the living with great karma will suffer retribution after listening to it."

Song Yingbai didn't understand even more, since this is the case, why didn't he let that Wei Jun hear it?

"Oh, it would be great if Master Purdue Cihang could recite it to Master Wei." Someone in the crowd murmured.

"Don't talk, you don't want to live anymore, be careful that the prefect of Jizhou heard you say his father-in-law, cut off your tongue!"

At this moment, Song Yingbai suddenly saw a small black thing protruding from Mrs. Chen's ear, which looked a bit like a bug. In an instant, a black shadow came out and flew close to the ground when people were not prepared.

Song Yingbai was taken aback for a moment, and just as he was about to move, Jiang Zhan next to him moved his finger and issued a copper coin, cutting the black shadow into two pieces a few feet away.

Sorry, you are not an office worker, you are an expert.Song Yingbai said heartily, she stepped forward and saw that it was a centipede.

"This..." Song Yingbai said, "This is too weird."

At this time Jiang Zhan and Zheng Yuan came over, Jiang Zhan said with a blank face: "It's weird, it has nothing to do with us." After speaking, he walked forward.

Song Yingbai curled her lips and nodded, that's right, there are a lot of weird things, the task comes first, don't care about the others.

There happened to be a slightly larger restaurant facing the street. The three of them ordered dishes, and when they were halfway through eating, they heard the commotion outside and saw a team of officials escorting a person past.

Song Yingbai took a closer look, and found that it was none other than Ning Caichen who was detained just now.

The Ning Caichen he knew who was in love with Nie Xiaoqian had never been in prison, this one should have the same name.

"You have mistaken the person. I am not Zhou Yabing. My name is Ning Caichen. I am a debt collector from Jibaozhai. Really, I am wronged."

"Shut up! Jibaozhai is gone! You are Zhou Yabing, shut his mouth!" The leader of the police waved his hand, and the two yamen servants took a rag and stuffed it into Ning Caichen's mouth.

Song Yingbai was stunned, this efficiency is really fast, no wonder someone just advised Ning Caichen not to mind his own business.

At this time, Jiang Zhan coughed lightly, "It has nothing to do with us, hurry up and eat!"

"Young master, you can eat too." Song Yingbai was courteous, picked up a chopstick and put it in Jiang Zhan's bowl.

Jiang Zhan glanced at him, didn't say much, and lowered his head to eat the food in the bowl.