It's not hard to guess, actually.
Since the magistrate of Yunshui County dared to imprison the yamen runner Gao in the Yunshui County jail, it shows that he was not afraid to challenge the magistrate of Xieyang County, and he was also protecting them in an invisible way.
The magistrate of Yunshui County was naturally their backer.
It's just not very sturdy.
But clever people always have countless ways to make this rope strong and secure.
Xu Mo was deep in thought when he suddenly heard someone say, "Let's find out, what's the magistrate of Yunshui County's surname?"
He looked up and met Chang Yan's cunning eyes.
Xu Mo was somewhat puzzled, but he still got up to ask.
He returned shortly afterward and said quietly, "I've found out that the magistrate of Yunshui County is surnamed Pang."
The vastness of the mountain.
Chang Yan smiled, pursing his lips.
Xu Mo vaguely understood.
Just then, the children who bought candied hawthorns returned. Jiang Sheng and Zheng Ruqian were in front, Fang Heng was in the middle with Wen Zhiyun in his hand, and Pang Dashan was at the back, holding a candied hawthorn in one hand.
When he realized that Xu Mo and Chang Yan were both watching him, he looked up and smiled sheepishly.
It's rare to have two cars on this trip to Yunshui County.
Zheng Ruqian went to the village where he had collected vegetables last time. He called the middle-aged women "good auntie" and "pretty grandma" and made them laugh and sway, so they contributed all the extra vegetables they had at home.
If you run out of eggplants and peppers, then harvest more water chestnuts. An old lady even pulled out a new vegetable, supposedly called burdock. Wrap it in flour, steam it, and it tastes delicious.
Zheng Ruqian asked questions for a long time with bright eyes before he learned that this was a specialty of the old lady's family. In a county further south of Yunshui County, every household grows it, and it was harvested just before the New Year.
The old lady brought two packets when she went back to her parents' home. Now she has eaten half a packet, and there is only one and a half packets left.
Zheng Ruqian pestered the old lady and bought it all for five coins a pound.
Keep in mind that pork only cost eight coins per pound.
Holding these burdock roots, Zheng Ruqian felt as if he had found a treasure, and he didn't care so much about the quantity of other things.
Three days after the bailiff Gao was imprisoned, a group of children returned home.
On the way, Jiang Sheng was still worried, "Is the old donkey alright? What if someone led it away?"
Although it's a secluded path, you never know when someone might pass by.
Her brothers didn't know how to comfort her.
We rushed back to the area where the two counties meet, but sure enough, the old donkey was nowhere to be seen.
Jiang Sheng's eyes reddened.
For them, the old donkey was more than just a few taels of silver; it was family, a companion who carried them, who had nothing, back and forth between the county town and the dilapidated temple.
The root cause of this is that they don't know how to catch a train.
"Third Brother." Jiang Sheng gritted her teeth and suddenly looked at Fang Heng, "Teach me how to drive a donkey cart."
Fang Heng paused for a moment, then quickly nodded.
It was still a day and a half's journey back to Xieyang County. The brother and sister walked along, stumbling and struggling. By the time they returned to Xieyang County, Jiang Sheng was already able to command the donkey cart.
Compared to horse-drawn carts, donkey carts are easier to maneuver than horse-drawn carts. A person skilled at driving a donkey cart can easily handle a horse-drawn cart as well.
Jiang Sheng was satisfied, but her mood was still not high.
Until they arrived at the ruined temple.
From afar, she saw a donkey kicking its hooves at the entrance of the dilapidated temple, and a somewhat dirty flatbed cart.
Perhaps it was hungry, for the old donkey even chewed on the straw by the door and drank the dirty water from the rotten tile hill.
Jiang Sheng's eyes reddened again.
This time, it wasn't guilt or sadness, but excitement and the joy of regaining what was lost.
"Historical records say that an old horse knows the way, but no one expected that a donkey could also find its way home," Xu Mo remarked.
"Old donkey!" Jiang Sheng shouted.
The donkey that was kicking its hooves at the gate snorted, as if responding to its owner's joy.
Get off the donkey cart.
Jiang Sheng led Wen Zhiyun to a long banquet, feeding the donkeys and tidying up the house.
Fang Heng and Zheng Ruqian went to deliver vegetables, and after delivering the vegetables, they had to return the rented donkey cart.
Everything was easy to handle, except for the carriage that the constable Gao had ridden in, which became a hot potato.
Throw it away, it's a waste.
If I don't throw it away, I'm afraid I won't be able to explain it in the future.
"How about we get rid of the carriage?" Chang Yan said slowly. "A horse costs ten taels of silver, and this carriage costs at most two taels of silver."
The key issue is that there are too many traces of Gao Yamen runners on the carriage, which could easily be identified as evidence.
Fortunately, Shili Pu Village is backed by mountains, so if you just throw someone off a cliff, their body will be completely destroyed.
“No need to throw it away, we can chop it into firewood to keep warm.” Pang Dashan volunteered, his efficiency unaffected by his sling arm. “I’ll chop it.”
The carriage was detached and pulled aside, and soon it fell apart.
The horses were left standing there helplessly, snorting.
Even the old donkey has Jiang Sheng's joy, so what about it?
Fang Heng's heart softened, and he stepped forward to stroke the horse's reddish-brown fur, sighing softly.
Once upon a time, he also had a warhorse that belonged only to him.
Later, they were all stolen.
"Horse, oh horse, my name is Fang Heng. If you are willing to follow me, then come over here."
He got up and boarded the donkey cart, holding the donkey whip in one hand and whistling in the other.
The moment the donkey cart started moving, the horse followed without any hesitation, swishing its tail.
Zheng Ruqian's eyes reddened as he looked on. "Third brother, you have this ability? How can a horse understand you? Why can't I?"
Fang Heng laughed heartily but did not answer.
Zheng Ruqian pouted indignantly, but quickly regained his confidence.
Everyone has their own strengths; Fang Heng can command horses, and he can make money.
The burdock on the donkey cart was Zheng Ruqian's gold and silver treasures.
This is also his chance to make a fortune in the future.
From now on, Zheng Ruqian will definitely become the richest person in the Dayu Dynasty!
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