Chapter 76: Letting the wolf into the
house Jiang Mansion.
It was still a little quiet in the early morning.
Jiang Huaisheng brought his wife some street wontons, which were already a little cold.
Wu took only one bite and her face turned pale and she wanted to vomit.
Jiang Huaisheng patted her back and waited until she felt better before saying, "It's cold and the road is slippery, don't go out. It's boring to walk around in the house. You can find some leisure books to read."
He went to pay his respects to his mother.
Jiang Huaisheng hesitated for a moment, but still told her about Sister Yu.
"Mother, can I send someone to warn them? That country gentleman surnamed Liu is too arrogant."
Old Lady Jiang rubbed her rosary beads.
Jiang Wan and Jiang Rong were at my grandmother's place early in the morning, accompanying her for breakfast.
Jiang Wan covered her mouth in surprise when she heard what her father said. Is Sister Yu still going to be a concubine?
Jiang Rong said with two particularly obvious dark circles under his chubby face: "Jiang Yu is so sharp-tongued and mean, and there are still people who want her to be a concubine. How blind they are!"
The old lady just asked: "What are you doing out so early in the morning? There is chaos outside, and Rong'er almost got into trouble. If you have any more accidents, will you make me, an old woman, die of pain?" When asked
why he went out, Jiang Huaisheng was embarrassed to say, worried that his mother would think that Fei'er was greedy and asked him to go.
He had to listen to his mother's scolding.
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Jiang Changtian arrived at the yamen.
He saw the master scolding the yamen runners. He
also scolded on weekdays, but today it was particularly loud.
Jiang Changtian quickly stepped back a few steps.
If the yamen runners saw him and saw them being scolded, they would tease him and make fun of him.
"The mountain bandits in Jishan County in the north led the refugees to rebel, beheaded the county magistrate, and proclaimed themselves king. Now they are gathering more and more people to attack the city. The old man has not slept all night, and you are still so idle. If the bandits come here, what can you do? Open the door to welcome them..."
Jiang Changtian left the yamen.
The yamen is very chaotic today, and no one will pay attention to him.
He is just a small manager in the Medicine Preparation Department. Although he is a manager, his power is very small.
In fact, with his ability, he once won the favor of the county magistrate, who looked up to him, but after knowing that he was an unfilial and unfraternal person, the county magistrate was full of disgust for him.
He felt unlucky when he met him and avoided him as much as possible.
His life seemed to be put into a short wooden barrel with a lid on it, preventing him from taking a step forward.
No matter how good he was at socializing or how eloquent he was, he was still struggling in the barrel.
He was only worthy of talking to lowly people.
He wandered around the market.
There were still many people on the street during the day, after all, they still had to make a living.
The Medicine Preparation Department was responsible for preparing medicinal materials.
In addition to the medicines that were distributed by the villages, the government would also have a budget to purchase herbs.
The small steward had this power, a small purchasing power.
Because the herbs were numerous and scattered, it was not a big business, and the people above did not look down on it. Moreover, this matter was a matter of power and responsibility. The previous steward was beaten to death because of losing the medicine.
Jiang Changtian came to a small inn on the edge of the city.
"Mr. Jiang is here." A boy saw him and ran to shout, looking a little excited.
Because Jiang Changtian had given his mother three prescriptions of medicine before, his mother's illness was cured.
He felt that Mr. Jiang was much better than the doctor.
Mr. Jiang didn't even want him to pay.
Jiang Changtian walked into the house in the backyard of the inn and saw that there were a lot of people in the house, all of them were strong and fierce.
He asked as usual, "Do you have any herbs today?"
Everyone saw that the person who came in was a thin man, with a light and flamboyant look, and restrained his fierceness.
An old man with a scar on his face walked over and said with a smile: "Sir, why do you come to collect herbs so early? Don't you usually come in the afternoon?"
Jiang Changtian said frankly: "Master was scolding people, and I was afraid of catching a mold if I went in, so I came out first."
The old man smiled and said: "Master, you are the master. We should really avoid it. There are not many herbs this time. See if you can use them. The medicine for bruises and injuries you gave me last time is indeed effective. Do you have any more? Can you give me some more? The world is in chaos."
"Who said it wasn't? Master said that the bandits in Jishan County brought a group of people to attack the county government and proclaimed themselves king. They are teaching the constables a lesson. It is said that the superiors have sent troops. Let the constables be prepared to welcome them."
The old man was stunned.
He continued as if nothing had happened: "Where did the soldiers come from?"
Jiang Changtian shook his head innocently: "How would I know? I just heard a few words about catching turtles in a jar and then ran out. In my opinion, attacking the county government is like an old man hanging himself. If you really need money, you might as well rob those rich families, like Mr. Liu in our village. He is going to take a sixth concubine in the future. His family is rich, and he wants to take more concubines to have more children to inherit the family."
The old man turned around slowly to get the medicine and said slowly: "Sir, how do you know that Mr. Liu took a concubine?"
Jiang Changtian squinted and said seriously: "Mr. Liu is from this village. We all know that he wants to take a concubine. He is famous for his thriftiness. Outside, he pretends to be very poor, but in fact, the cellar is full of silver. The silver coins were buried in the earthen melons, but they couldn't be buried. They came out and were discovered by the farmhand. The farmhand happened to be a relative, so what he said couldn't be false~~~Are these the herbs? The quality is not very good, so I will take them, but the price should be two cents less than before, otherwise I will have a hard time explaining. "
Jiang Changtian took the herbs and said, "You can let Xiaodouzi go with me to get the ointment. I still have some left, but not much."
The old man asked the boy who just called out "sir" to help take the herbs.
Jiang Changtian carried a handful of them lightly, and Xiaodouzi carried a large bundle. The two walked out of the inn and soon disappeared in the alley.
This is a bandit's den.
The bandit's village is deep in the mountains, so it is also suitable for collecting herbs.
Jiang Changtian would come here regularly to collect herbs.
He was of low status, and the people he dealt with were just these people.
He walked out of the alley and continued to the government office. When he passed by the wonton shop of the big bearded man in the morning, he suddenly asked, "Little Douzi, are you hungry?"
Little Douzi swallowed his saliva and shook his head, saying, "Sir, I'm not hungry."
Jiang Changtian handed the stall owner six cents and said, "Give me a big bowl with more soup and an empty bowl."
It was written on the shop that a bowl costs five cents.
The boss collected the money quickly and gave a bowl of wontons and a bowl of soup.
Jiang Changtian took Little Douzi to sit at the small table in front of the stall.
Little Douzi thought the soup was for him, and he was already very happy. This was meat soup, and there was meat in the wontons.
As a result, Mr. Jiang pushed the wontons to him and drank the soup himself.
"You eat it, I've had breakfast."
Mr. Jiang picked up the soup and drank it slowly.
Xiaodouzi only felt that the white smoke from the wontons blinded him.
Mr. Jiang is so nice. If his father were alive, he would be as nice as Mr. Jiang.
His father was killed by a big old man. The old man held a sword and killed his father.
The old man looked a bit like Mr. Jiang.
No, Mr. Jiang is much better looking.
He ate the wontons with tears in his eyes. The wontons were so hot.
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