Han Xiufeng and Zhuzi walked the mountain road for a day and returned to the city. As soon as they returned to the city, they nervously prepared for going to the capital to submit their confession. After so many years of idle work in the Yamen, they had many things to do, both private and official. They were busy for six consecutive days.

I was so busy that day. Zhuzi was not idle either. He was helping out with running errands every day. He even helped with a trip to the countryside the day before yesterday.

Thinking that Zhu Zhu had a hard time running outside in the wind and rain, Han Xiufeng finished what he was doing and went to the street to cut a pound of pork and let Zhu Zhu's mother burn it, while he himself dragged out the big wood from under the bed.

He opened the box, took out a pile of account books, sat by the window, flipped through the pages, and began to make calculations.

Time flew by when I was busy, and before I knew it, it was getting dark again.

Han Xiufeng stood up and stretched, and was about to go downstairs to ask Zhu Zhu if he was back. When he heard that Cao Cao had arrived, Zhu Zhu shouted from below: "Fourth brother, it's time for midnight snack!" (in local dialect, "eat")

meaning dinner)

"Come, when will you come back?"

"I just got back." Zhu Zhu smelled the aroma of the stew, swallowed his saliva, and complained while holding on to the wooden ladder: "Fourth brother, you want the capital to contribute, there are many places to spend money, and now you can save every penny.

Why are you buying meat again?”

"I'm so greedy. Besides, it's hard for you to run outside every day."

"I think it's not easy to eat meat. As long as there are no deaths in the city, I will have meat to eat. If I eat here or there, I can eat whatever I want every day."

Zhu Zhu's words are not bragging, there are only so many benefits to being a gangster. As long as someone dies, they need help from their gangsters to restrain themselves, and they have to organize the funeral. Rich people have money to do it, and poor families have to do it in poverty, but

No matter what, a meal of wine and meat is indispensable. If he didn't have meat every three days, he wouldn't be so fat.

Han Xiufeng smiled, walked downstairs, patted his shoulder and said, "That being said, I still have to find time to help others with errands. You have been running around outside for me these days, which has delayed all the business.

"

"Say this again, when you leave, I won't be able to run away even if I want to help you."

"Si Wazi, why are you always so polite? You're not an outsider." Zhuzhu's mother walked in with bowls and chopsticks and said with a smile: "You and Zhuzhu grew up together since childhood. They are almost like brothers. Don't let him run errands."

Who is going?"

"Yes, it should be." Zhu Zhu pulled out a stool and asked Han Xiufeng to sit down.

Zhuzi's mother was grateful from the bottom of her heart that Han Xiufeng had made the decision to marry Yaomei to Zhuzi. She set out the dishes and served the rice for them and said, "Four sons, I don't have anything to do tomorrow. I plan to go to Zuma to see your aunt."

He Yao Meier. Your uncle is not very lucky. He will be gone if he says he is not here. You are about to go to the capital again. Her mother and son have no one to rely on. They don’t know how to live this day. I won’t worry if you don’t go and see him. "

"It's fine to go and take a look for me, but how do you go so far away?"

"Si Wazi, where did you go again? Why do you want to help you take a look?" Zhuzi's mother put down the rice, patted Zhuzi's shoulder, and said with a knowing smile: "It's not just your aunt I want to see.

She and your cousin are also my biological mother and daughter-in-law."

"That's true, but I don't worry about it being so far away."

"Why don't you worry? I'm not going alone." Zhuzi Niang greeted them and said with a smile: "The mother-in-law of the Liu family at the street corner is also in Zoumagang. She told me long ago that she would go back to her parents' house to visit.

I don't dare to be alone. I made an agreement with her to go together tomorrow, as we will have company."

"Okay, then be careful on the road."

As soon as Han Xiufeng finished speaking, Zhu Zhu suddenly remembered something and hurriedly finished the meat in his mouth and said, "Mom, if you go tomorrow, you might meet the second son of the Pan family on the road. But even if you do, it's useless.

You haven't seen him, and he hasn't seen you either, and even if he met you, he wouldn't recognize you."

"Zhuzi, you mean Pan Changsheng is coming?" Han Xiufeng was surprised.

"Well, aren't there dozens of households in Cili who haven't handed over their land? Yesterday, the eldest master asked Yang San to pass on the information to those Jiatou and Litou in Cili who came to the Yamen for questioning. He met Yang San, who was going to pass on the land.

Yang San sent you a message, saying that he was coming to the city tomorrow. He also said that he didn’t know about other places, only Baishiyi. He would arrive in the evening, and asked us to wait for him at Baishiyi in the evening."

"I didn't send him a message, but he sent a message to me first!"

"I'm surprised too. I think he's more anxious than you."

"Besides coming tomorrow, what else did he ask Yang San to say?"

"Oh, it's true." Zhu Zhu smiled sheepishly and added: "It seems that everything is ready and he won't go back tomorrow. I think he is afraid that you won't send him a message, so he keeps it quiet.

Let’s go first without taking him to the capital.”

Han Xiufeng frowned and said, "It's okay if he wants to come early, but where will he stay when he comes?"

Zhu Zhu said without hesitation: "His family is rich, let him stay in an inn."

"Do you think he will spend money to stay in an inn when he comes to the city?"

"That's true. His family is rich, but he is also stingy. He is not a generous person, so he will probably rely on you."

Zhuzi Niang, who had never been to the table before and was used to sitting in the corner to eat, suddenly raised her head and said: "Si Wazi, no matter how you say he is your fellow countryman, you still have to go to the capital together. If you don't have a place to live, stay here with us. It's not like we don't have anything at home."

bed."

Zhuzi couldn't help but laugh, and even laughed out loud.

Zhuzi Niang was confused and asked in confusion: "Zhuzi, why are you laughing?"

"Mom, we are willing for him to live here, but he may not be happy to shout!"

"Why don't you like it..." Zhuzi's mother suddenly reacted after she said this. She thought about the piles of yellow paper burned for the dead and the few paper figures she had just tied up in the afternoon. She also thought that there was a coffin shop next door. In the eyes of ordinary people, this place was unlucky.

He couldn't be more unlucky, he lowered his head and muttered: "If you don't want to come, just forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Zhu Zhu smiled and said: "Ignore him, he can live wherever he wants."

We'll talk about tomorrow's matters tomorrow. Han Xiufeng didn't want to worry about this nonsense. After eating a few mouthfuls of food, he raised his head and asked, "Zhuzi, have the Jia Tou and the inside men from Cili gone back?"

"Fourth brother, are you planning to let my mother go with them?"

"There's nothing wrong with walking together. If there are more people, you can have someone to look after you on the way."

Zhuzi looked up at him and said with a wry smile: "Fourth brother, don't you think about what the old man told them to do here? Dozens of households have not paid all the land and silver, how can they get good results?"

"Comparing blame?"

"Well, one of them counted, and they all got slapped! They were reluctant to use money, and Wang Er's son-in-law didn't get any benefits. He was ruthless in his actions. I heard from Yang San that all of their butts were opened and spent."

…………

PS: We have added another one to the new book list. Brothers and sisters, you are so awesome!

Who stipulates that writing history must involve traveling through time?

Who stipulated that the Qing Dynasty cannot be written or touched?

Who stipulates that if you write about the Qing Dynasty, you must rebel?
Chapter completed!