The domestic guard is a little sweet

Chapter 71

Master Wen was shocked, watching Zhao Jin stand up solemnly, and bowed deeply to Zhao Jin.

"My lord is kind."

Zhao Jin waved his hand and asked such an old man who was over fifty years old to salute him. Zhao Jin was not a real ancient royal class, so he was really uncomfortable.

"Although this king can give you the sweet potato seeds first, you still have to secretly send someone to breed them first, and wait until the emperor's brother in the capital makes an order before planting them."

Master Wen nodded. Although his official position is not high, he has been an official for more than 10 years, and he still knows the way here. It is precisely because of this that he is even more grateful to Zhao Jin, and he respects Zhao Jin even more in words.

If Mr. Wen treated Zhao Jin in the past with the courtesy of a current prince, now he truly admires Zhao Jin.

Although Zhao Jin has a cheerful temperament, he still scratched his head in embarrassment when an old man looked at him like this, poured himself a cup of tea, and said with a smile: "Master Wen, you don't need to be like this. Maybe Xiao Wang is just worrying about the sky, maybe tomorrow will be a good day." It rained heavily in Zuomei, and our preparations were nothing more than precautions."

Master Wen nodded and stroked his gray beard.

"This sweet potato, although I haven't heard of it being planted in a large area around Muhua City, I did eat it in the early years. It is sweet and delicious, and it is quite good for food. to eat."

After talking about this, Zhao Jin suddenly thought of the kidnapped Miss Xiao, who was said to have a brother-in-law of a magistrate's master, so he put down his teacup and asked calmly, "I wonder how many masters Master Wen has under his command."

Mr. Wen thought that Zhao Jin wanted to write some documents, so he quickly said: "I have three masters under my command, who are responsible for case files, money and food account books, and correspondence documents and other trivial matters. I can do it for you."

Knowing that the other party misunderstood, Zhao Jin shook his head and smiled and said: "Master Wen misunderstood, I came to the outside of Muhua City this time, and happened to meet a gangster who kidnapped a woman from a good family. Master."

Master Wen's complexion changed instantly when he heard the words, he quickly got up and shook his head and said: "Who is it? Please believe that the prince will never cover up the bandit's actions. The sky is bright and sunny, and it is too rampant to kidnap a woman from a good family. The arresting yamen servants under him will go and find out."

Zhao Jin was satisfied with the effect he had achieved, instead he nodded with a smile, and comforted the nervous Master Wen, saying, "Hey, why is Master Wen so excited, sit down, Xiao Wang naturally believes in your character, but this matter It happened that Xiao Wang was worried when he encountered it. If that gangster keeps pretending to be a fake name, using the name of the magistrate to bluff and deceive people outside, and if people who don't know know about it, won't it tarnish your reputation? The murders around Hwaseong show that the surrounding people have suffered from them. Why don't Mr. Wen thoroughly investigate and uproot them, which is also very satisfying. If there are insufficient manpower, Xiao Wang has wished me to stay in Muhua outside the city for the past few days. In the midst of watching, the guards and soldiers in your hands can be dispatched by Master Wen to capture bandits!"

The old Mr. Wen also nodded frequently when he heard this, and had an idea in his mind. After the two chatted for a while, Zhao Jin took An Shier and changed into a casual outfit, and wandered around in Muhua City again.

An Shier stood by Zhao Jin's side to block passers-by for him, and asked in a low voice: "Master, when we go back, we want to force that salesman to the county magistrate's office."

Zhao Jin's folding fan lightly tapped his palm, his face was relaxed, he looked like a young man who was shopping, and said indifferently: "Of course it will be sent to the Yamen, but before that, send someone to interrogate first, and the so-called behind him Master find out for me."

Although in the early years, the original owner still heard about the integrity of this Wenda Master in his memory, but the world is changeable and people's hearts are changeable. After so many years, who knows the true temperament of this Wenda.

"Yes." Dark Twelve answered with a bow.

Muhua City is quite prosperous, there are men and women on the street, peddlers are hawking along the street, and the surrounding shops are also wide open. From a distance on the corner of the street, there are two yamen servants in official uniforms patrolling, which shows that the local management is good.

After shopping around for a while, Zhao Jin bought some odds and ends snacks. Zhao Jin was also hungry at the moment, so he simply chose the largest Zuixiang Building in the city, and prepared to have a full meal.

After entering a restaurant of his own, a 20-year-old mistress greeted him with a smile on his face: "Two guests, please come in."

Zhao Jin looked like a proper son at the moment, took out half a tael of silver from his waist and threw it to the little girl.

"My reward, I'll find a private room for you, near the window."

Xiao Er happily took the half taels of silver, which was worth half a month's wages less, and the smile on his face was even more flattering and sincere.

"Oh, thank you, my lord, please go upstairs, you two, there is a private room, it's quiet."

Zhao Jin nodded in satisfaction, followed Xiaoer up to the second floor with An Twelve, sat down and pushed open the hanging window next to him, and saw the bustling market below with endless crowds.

So it sounds a bit noisy, but looking at the life of the ancient people is like a picture of the river on the Qingming Festival in front of you, as if it was alive. Zhao Jin watched it with gusto.

Dark Twelve knew that Zhao Jin was not used to the tea outside, so he took out a tea bag and half a tael of silver from his waist, handed it to the waiter in the shop, and said in a low voice: "Just make this tea and bring it up. What are the characteristics?"

I had a lot of luck today, and now I got a tael of silver, the corner of the waiter's mouth was almost grinning to the back of his head, and he hurriedly stepped forward and said courteously: "I heard that the accent of the two masters is from the capital, it's the first time Come to our store to come to our store. Today, there is a new green river carp in the store. The sweet and sour carp is the most delicious. This season's mushrooms just come to the meat sliced ​​mushrooms, and they are served with a crystal elbow and three shredded salads. The soup comes with two cups of Buddha jumping over the wall, this is the best skill of the master chef, you two may wish to try it."

Dark Twelve looked at Zhao Jin questioningly. "My lord, do you think there is anything else you don't like?"

Zhao Jin shook his head, looking at the waiter with bright eyes: "Do you have any good wine in your shop?"

As soon as the two of them entered the shop, they could see that this young, handsome and noble young master was the master, and the man who followed him, who was very handsome and had some kung fu in his hands, was his guard.

At this moment Zhao Jin asked, and the waiter in the shop quickly said with a smile on his face: "My lord, the flower carvings and Fen wine in this shop are both excellent. Would you like to have a pot?"

When Zhao Jin heard this, he nodded with interest: "Then Huadiao and Fenjiu will each be served in a pot."

"Okay, wait a moment."

The waiter in the shop walked out of the private room happily, closed the door carefully, walked quickly to the shopkeeper in front of him, winked and said: "Shopkeeper, the gentleman above is dressed in extraordinary clothes, and he looks very expensive. Lord, these dishes are not bad, and the small ones saw that they came from the intersection of the magistrate's yamen. Look, do you want to tell the chef to keep a close eye on this grandpa first? Are you cooking?"

The shopkeeper, in his 40s, with triangular eyes and splayed eyebrows, is a very shrewd businessman. He has read countless people, and he knew Zhao Jin's background was extraordinary just now. With an unusual status, he patted his thigh and praised the waiter a few words.

"Little six, you are doing well at the moment, the shopkeeper at the end of the month, I will give you a salary increase."

After speaking, the shopkeeper tapped the waiter's forehead, took the menu that Zhao Jin ordered, and quickly went to the back kitchen, preparing to watch the master cook these dishes himself.

The waiter in the shop was also clever, first made a pot of tea that An Shier gave, and sent it to the private room on the 2nd floor, then stood at the door and waited for orders, without disturbing the two distinguished guests.

Zhao Jin smelled the familiar fragrance of tea, and glanced at Dark Twelve with a smile: "Why are you going out, and you brought your own tea?"

An Twelve also had a smile on his face, got up and poured a cup of tea for Zhao Jin, and put it in his hand: "Master, I praised the sweetness of the Su Mei that was brought up a while ago, so I brought some specially, in case you are not used to the tea outside. .”

Zhao Jin smiled with eyebrows and eyes crooked, bowed his head and took a sip of tea, wrapped his arms around An Shier's neck, their lips touched, and shared the tea together.

"Su Mei is really mellow and delicious, I really like it."

An Twelve froze for a moment, then quickly relaxed, the faint traces of water on his thin lips shimmered, and his ears were already red by now.

Zhao Jin knew that he couldn't tease him any more, and if he teased this person again, he would turn into a boiled shrimp, so he reluctantly kissed him a couple more times, then sat back beside An Shier, poured another cup of tea, and looked at the street scene below with great interest .

There are quite a lot of hawkers here, selling food, fruits, livestock and poultry, and hairdresses and hair ropes. Straw mat, came to the crossroads with dense traffic, plopped and knelt down, crying with tears in my eyes.

"Woooo, my little girl Chun Xing, 16 years old this year, her family is destitute, her father died of illness, and she has no money to save her. Today, she voluntarily sells her body to bury her father. I implore someone who is caring, please do me a favor and make a thin coffin for my poor old father so that he can bury her properly. , the little girl voluntarily signed a contract of sale, and became a slave to your family."

Zhao Jin had been in ancient times for so long, and it was the first time he saw a man who sold her body to bury her father, waving a folding fan with great interest.

An Shiu frowned slightly when he saw the woman's demeanor.

Zhao Jin had seen enough of the show, raised his folding fan and pointed at the woman opposite to sell her body to bury her father and said to An Shier: "Do you think that woman really has no real property and sold her body to bury her father?"