“Huh~”
After Gu Xuanyan tricked Yaya away, Zhang San couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
But before he could come to his senses, Gu Xuanyan, who had been calm, suddenly changed her expression, and then shouted towards the car window: "Yaya, why are you back again!"
Because he was not on guard in his heart, Zhang San did not open up to the transparent world at this time. In the face of Gu Xuanyan's suggestive words, Zhang San also showed his most genuine reaction and looked directly in the direction of the car window.
However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a warmth on his cheek.
"mua~"
"My dear husband, please don't steal my food next time!"
After leaving these words, Gu Xuanyan turned around and got off the carriage, leaving Zhang San alone in the mess.
[Is he being teased? Sure enough, in this regard, he is still used to being passive. ]
After simply moving his qi and blood and forcibly suppressing the evil thoughts in his heart, Zhang San also got off the car.
It’s not that Zhang San wanted to catch up for any reason, but the Dajin Dynasty has strict laws and regulations regarding entering the city.
Because this world is plagued by ghosts, although every city has Shinto masters such as the City God and the Land God in charge, they can, to a certain extent, identify the invading ghosts from the outside world.
However, in order to reduce the work pressure of the gods, the Jin Dynasty stipulated that all people must undergo testing before entering the city. Even members of the royal family would be no exceptions. Those who violated the order would be severely punished by the law.
This was exactly why Zhang San got off the car! Zhao Zhen was an old soldier who had been in Wu Kaiwei. After seeing Zhang San, he took the silver needle from the yamen runner and walked straight over.
"Sir, silver needle!"
"Yes, thank you."
He is capable and smart, and he is also a retired member of the Dajin military. His identity can be considered clean.
And more importantly, Zhang San liked his eyes. The look Zhao Zhen gave Zhang San was exactly the same as the look Zhang San gave Cthulhu. Except for his own luster, the rest of his eyes were filled with ambition.
Unlike the other guards who were afraid, Zhao Zhen only had a desire for the world of aliens. Judging from his previous performance, it was not difficult to draw this conclusion.
Whether in terms of loyalty or qualifications, Uncle Fu seems to be the best candidate for training. It's a pity that he is too old. He has worked hard for the Gu family all his life, and it's time for him to enjoy his retirement. It's better to let young people do such hard-working things.
If you calculate it this way, Zhao Zhen, with his baby face, is really the best candidate. It's really a good deal for this guy.
Seeing that Zhang San was just holding the silver needle but not drawing blood, Gu Xuanyan thought that he had suffered from his old problem again, so she took Yaya's hand and walked over. After giving an apologetic look to the yamen runner in charge of verification, Gu Xuanyan pulled Zhang San's sleeve, signaling him to finish the blood drawing work quickly.
When the blood dripped into the copper basin and the bailiff in charge of checking saw that the talisman at the bottom of the water had not changed, he relaxed his tense nerves.
Fortunately, nothing went wrong, otherwise, judging from the way these people were dressed, he definitely couldn't afford to offend them.
Gu Xuanyan held Yaya in one hand and Zhang San in the other, and after walking a few steps away from the yamen runners, she spoke.
"Perhaps you haven't seen it yet. The talisman in the water is a Dajin standard exorcism talisman. Once it comes into contact with evil spirits, it will spontaneously combust. Even water can't stop it. According to the standards issued by Dajin, one talisman can only test a maximum of 100 people. If more than that, it must be replaced with a new one."
Gu Xuanyan thought that her husband was curious again and was standing in front of the basin in a daze. So after he left, she hurriedly explained to Zhang San that judging from the current situation, being "well-educated" might be her only advantage.
But this time, she miscalculated.
"What do you think of Zhao Zhen?"
"Um?"
"Then it seems I have to change the question. The top of the talisman points to the Three Pure Ones, and the bottom points to the Southern Dipper. It is a very standard Shangqing School talisman. There is nothing worth noting about it. What makes me curious is why the talisman inspectors are yamen runners? If I remember correctly, according to the laws of the Great Jin Dynasty, this should be the duty of the local guards!"
After thinking about it for a while, Gu Xuanyan also recalled what was wrong, but if Zhang San hadn't pointed it out, she probably wouldn't have noticed it.
You have to know that as a wealthy and aristocratic family, the Gu family naturally has industries that intersect with the laws of Dajin, so Gu Xuanyan is naturally very familiar with them.
But judging from the situation just now, even Gu Xuanyan didn’t find the loophole, so how could those ordinary people who couldn’t even read notice anything strange?
For them, this was just a replacement of a group of officers, but for Zhang San, finding out where his guards had gone was military intelligence!
This time, before Gu Xuanyan could answer, a man in a green official robe and with murderous eyes walked out from the crowd.
"You all look a little unfamiliar. I wonder what brings you to Taiping County?"
Unlike the man's bold and generous manner, after seeing the other person's clothes, Gu Xuanyan carefully leaned to Zhang San's side.
"The standard uniform of a military officer of the Great Jin Dynasty, judging by the material, should be colorful silk and satin; the robe is green with silver. Judging from the clothing, the highest rank is sixth, and the lowest is seventh. I personally prefer a sixth-rank military officer, who should be a deputy centurion of the local garrison."
Gu Xuanyan's vision was still as sharp as ever, and because she lived in the south of the Yangtze River, she knew the materials of clothes like the back of her hand. With just a quick look, she had a clear guess about the visitor, just like how she had guessed Dou Su's identity.
However, unlike her limitations, Zhang San, who possesses professional-level criminal investigation skills, can see many things that others cannot see.
It is true that the clothes are official robes. Although the other party's sewing skills are superb and the color selection is very close, Zhang San's eyesight can still see the patch on the collar.
Since the founding of the Jin Dynasty by Emperor Taizu Gaoyang, the Jin Dynasty has always adhered to the policy of high salaries to maintain integrity in the official system. In terms of salaries alone, it is almost the highest in all dynasties.
Even if we follow the lowest standard of a seventh-rank military officer, with 70 dan per month (purchasing power of about 9,000 yuan, not only for food, but also for materials, one dan = 180 jin, one tael of silver = 600 yuan), even if it is not as good as the life of a wealthy gentry, it is not enough to wear patched clothes.
So where did the other party's salary go? Judging from the stitches of the patch, it can be said to be full of affection. If Zhang San is not mistaken, the other party must have very advanced Suzhou embroidery skills, which is a Suzhou embroidery skill that only the daughters of famous families can learn.
Combined with the unique rouge scent of Nuanxiang Pavilion (Jiaofangsi) on the other person's body, it goes without saying where this person likes to go.
He was just a casual patron of the Nuanxiang Pavilion. Would a courtesan-level figure embroider an official robe for him? So besides his hobby of listening to music in brothels, this man must have other qualities. If we put him in the current situation, it is not difficult to guess where his money went.
PS: The Jiaofangsi did not only exist in the capital, but also in all big cities. The madam or the person in charge held an official position in the Ministry of Rites.