Chapter 110 The most urgent task

But right now, Wang Gang and his group have lost their household registration. If they really want to investigate, they can be charged with dereliction of duty. Unfortunately, looking at Zhang Daming's expression, he probably won't pursue the matter...

"Don't think too much, eat first. Even if you guys aren't hungry, our group of brothers are..."

The yamen runners forced the crowd to pass by a restaurant, turned around and walked into the lobby, and started shouting.

Everyone in the exile team looked at each other in bewilderment. Their bags and money were blown away by the wind, leaving only a little money. According to what the yamen runner had just said, they would need money to register their household registration, so it was time to spend money.

"Waiter, a roast chicken and three baskets of steamed buns..."

"Sir, the roast chicken is gone..."

The yamen runner shouted as he entered the store, but the waiter looked embarrassed and stood at the counter without moving. He was humiliated in front of everyone, and the yamen runner's face immediately turned ugly.

But what embarrassed him was that just as the waiter said the roast chicken was sold out, the chef came out with a freshly baked roast chicken. The atmosphere became awkward for a moment.

"What? You don't want to give me face? Or are you afraid that we can't pay? I'll pay off all the debts today. Look at how stingy you are!"

The yamen runner slammed the change that Cheng Weiyao had just given him on the counter with a gloomy face, and reached out to pick up the roast chicken in the kitchen.

"Sir, it's not that I don't want to give it to you. This is what the county magistrate wants. I really don't dare to give it to you. The chicken is gone, and there are other dishes in the kitchen. Otherwise, wait for me to serve the county magistrate's dishes..."

The kitchen worker, protecting the roast chicken, retreated to the stairs with a terrified look on his face. He knew clearly who was more powerful, the yamen runner or the county magistrate.

The difficulty lies in the fact that the county magistrate is not often seen, but the yamen runners can roam the streets every day. If they say something wrong, they may be punished...

"Waiter, is that ear of yours in the kitchen out to get some money? I said I want to see the roast chicken within an incense stick of time..."

Zhang Daming's light voice came from the box on the second floor, and the yamen runners consciously lost their previous bossy momentum like eggplants hit by frost.

The kitchen staff breathed a sigh of relief, apologized several times, and went upstairs to deliver the dishes, while Cheng Weiyao took the initiative to step forward.

"If you don't mind, why don't I do it?"

Cheng Weiyao only asked tentatively. On the one hand, it could give the yamen runners a way out as they were unfamiliar with the place and it would be easier for them to meet again in the future. On the other hand, she had nothing on hand to cover up the QQ Farm, so it was really suspicious for her to suddenly take out the food.

The yamen runners were very fond of exiles like Cheng Weiyao who were good at reading people's expressions. The waiter was overjoyed and took Cheng Weiyao to the kitchen. On the way, he did not forget to mention some of the dishes that the yamen runners liked to eat.

Just as Cheng Weiyao entered the kitchen, Wen Chengyun suddenly heard a familiar bird song, and his eyes looked around the restaurant.

"Brother, how about I go call my sister-in-law back? She has good intentions. Our current situation..."

Wen Liyu noticed that Wen Chengyun had a strange expression on his face and thought that he was dissatisfied with Cheng Weiyao's outwardly familiar behavior, so she immediately went over and whispered something nice to him.

Although he disdained to curry favor with officials and yamen runners, he grew up in the treacherous environment of the imperial palace, so he knew exactly what his sister-in-law was planning.

"Ayu, you're being overly suspicious. Take your mother and Cheng Ming and find a place to sit down first."

Wen Chengyun withdrew his scattered gaze. The bird's cry was the secret signal of the Jinwu Guards belonging to the Prince Qingping's Palace.

However, in order to prevent the secret from being leaked, the Jinwu Guards who had been scattered across the border early on as secret agents, even I, the one in charge, knew nothing about his appearance or voice.

"That's weird, where does that bird call come from? Forget it, hey, you're a family, right? Then I'll reluctantly allow you to find a table and sit down..."

The waiter walked from the kitchen to the front hall with a puzzled look on his face. Seeing that Wen Liyu and others had already found a table and sat down, he frowned with some dissatisfaction, but thinking about Cheng Weiyao's previous rescue behavior, he let it go.

Seeing that he had attracted everyone's attention, Wen Chengyun had no choice but to wait and see for the meal to be served.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Cheng Weiyao was looking at the octopus blowing bubbles in the bucket with shining eyes. She heard the waiter introduce that this was a new ingredient that had recently arrived, and the chef was still figuring out how to cook it.

"Let's go for the seafood set meal. It still needs to be impressive..."

Cheng Weiyao walked around the ingredients. As expected of one of the best restaurants in town, the kitchen had a very complete stock of ingredients. She felt like she was back in her own beloved kitchen in modern times.

When the three selected dishes appeared, the other diners in the restaurant were attracted by the aroma and stretched their necks to look at the delicious dishes on the yamen runner's table.

The yamen runners regained some of their lost face in the face of these envious looks, and their attitude towards Cheng Weiyao became visibly warmer.

"Little sister, listen to my advice. You are outsiders, and the most urgent thing is to get your household registration. Those without household registration are called untouchables..."

The yamen runner ate his food and drank his wine in a leisurely manner, and looking at the family of Prince Qingping's Mansion, old and young, he kindly gave them a few words of advice.

A grown man with two beautiful women, if someone took advantage of the situation, the consequences can be imagined...

"Let me, for example, say that there are two types of civilians and yamen runners. The civilians and yamen runners are considered good citizens, while the police, police officers, and police officers are considered low-class people. The latter are even restricted from taking the imperial examinations or getting married. Their descendants for three generations cannot take the imperial examinations, nor are they allowed to become officials..."

Perhaps because he was drunk, the yamen runner's tone sounded a little sad when he said this. Although he usually showed off his power in front of ordinary people, he was just an errand boy in the yamen after all. To the county magistrate, his status was even lower.

Because the salary is low, it would be best if more smart people like Cheng Weiyao took the initiative to pay protection fees, so as to avoid being forced to act tyrannically and extort money from the people...

"Brother, tell me roughly how much money it will cost so I can have an idea..."

Cheng Weiyao pursed her lips. According to the yamen runner, in this era, weren't the untouchables without household registration equivalent to goods and livestock, who could be bought, sold, and transferred at will? It could be said that once you become an untouchable, you will never be able to leave?

After much thought, she decided to settle the household registration issue first. She just hoped that the local government would not ask for too much.

"Well, it depends on the individual. The poor have their own way of living, and the rich have their own way of living. If you want to settle down in the city, you need 200 taels of silver, and in a small town it's 100 taels. In the village, it's cheaper, 5 taels of silver..."

The bailiff smiled and touched his chin. Although they looked a little shabby, the clothes worn by the group of people entering the town today were all made of very good materials. They should not be short of this little money, right?