Pedestrians were walking in a hurry on the narrow street, and the waiters of the shop were walking up the door panel. Changsun Hong walked through the afterimage of the dusk and the sunset, inquired all the way, and came to the streets of Yaqian, the city.

No matter which county town or the most lively street is Yaqian Street. This is the place where the Yamen is located, teahouses and wine shops, and Yinlou Hotels are the most concentrated. In the daytime, people come and go, and there are still many idle people, squatting at the county government office, waiting to see the person who lost the lawsuit and be spanked by the county emperor. For idle people, it is an extremely interesting pastime.

Because the prefecture of Hezhou is located in Shizhao County, the county government and the prefecture yamen are on the same street. However, the county government is in the east and the prefecture yamen are located in the west, and the county government is located at both ends. The size of the county government is much smaller than that of the prefecture yamen.

When Changsun Hong came here, he went straight to the county yard. The front of the yamen was empty, and the streets with few people were empty. The gate of the yamen was closed, and there was not even a single door.

Get off work? It's so early.

Changsun Hong looked at the Dengwen drum standing at the door. His hands were itchy for a long time, but he still didn't dare to pick up the hammer and hit it. He wandered in front of the door for a long time. When it was dark, he saw a yawning out to light lanterns.

Changsun Hong rushed over a few steps and came to the man with a smile on his face.

It was dark and the yamen runners were holding their hands to fire. When they were concentrating, a head suddenly appeared and smiled and squeezed into his eyes. They were shocked. They took several steps and almost fell to the ground. When they saw clearly that it was a young man, they suddenly became angry.

"Where did you come from? Come to the yamen to make trouble!" The yamen runner shouted, touching his chest and pressing his shock: "Get away quickly! Otherwise, you will beat you a bastard!"

"No, no, brother, I'm here to deliver the letter." Changsun Hong smiled and said, "Someone asked me to send a letter."

"Go, go, go, it's so late, everyone has gone back, I can't find anyone, I'll come back tomorrow if I have anything to do." The yamen ran his eyes and snorted from his nostrils.

"The person has not left. This letter is for those who live here." Changsun Hong's face smiled like a flower: "Brother, please inform me."

The yamen runner laughed furiously, hugged his arms and said sarcastically: "I said you guy understand? This is the county yamen, and the county magistrate lives here. There is no other person. Do you want to send a letter to the county magistrate?"

He was joking, but he didn't expect the young man nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, yes, that's for the county magistrate."

The yamen runner couldn't help but be furious. Is this kid here to find me to be happy? He turned his face and scolded him: "Get out! If I don't leave, I will beat you to death!"

Before he finished speaking, he reached out with one hand and squeezed a hard thing into his hand. The yamen runner was startled and clenched his hand like a conditioned reflex. It was a silver ingot.

At least five cents, the yamen runners almost held their breath. Being a yamen runner in Shizhao County is far from as popular as being a yamen in the state yamen. Those who sue are not willing to deal with yamen runners and others, so his life is not very rich, and bribes of five cents of silver are rare.

Changsun Hong handed over the money and smiled and happiered. He bowed and said, "Brother, please inform me."

The yamen runner looked at the young man in public in front of him in surprise, and hesitated for a while, saying, "The county lord is in the mansion... Do you really have the letter to him?"

"Of course." Changsun Hong took out the letter and held it in his hand and shook it: "It's here."

The yamen runner took the letter, looked over and over, looked at Changsun Hong again, full of suspicion, and finally put down the lit lantern and said to him: "That's true, you can wait here, I'll go in and pass it on to you, but the ugly words are ahead, I won't know whether the county magistrate will check it or not. I will return it to you at that time, don't blame me, I won't refund the money."

Changsun Hong stood up straight and said aloud: "As long as the county magistrate looks at the cover, he will definitely accept it. Brother, don't worry, just send it in."

The yamen runners rolled their eyelids again, turned around and went in, closing the door with a "touch".

The door with black lacquered copper nails was as cold as rocks. Changsun Hong looked up at the high door frame, squatted down, sat on the steps at the yamen gate, looked up silently at the sky, and waited silently.

An autumn moon hangs on the branches, and the golden setting sun illuminates the quiet city. The bluestone slabs reflect light slightly, casting the light and shadow on Changsun Hong's face. The childish face has not yet been removed, but has a calm expression under the moonlight. A pair of bright eyes, deep and firm, surrounded by dark houses, a lantern like fireflies is placed alone on the ground, making the thin figure become increasingly thin. The twelve-year-old boy sat on the ground as if he turned into a stone statue, blending into one with the dark night.

After a while, the closed door opened again with a sour "squeak" sound. The yamen runner flashed out his upper body, looked outside, and screamed.

"Brother, come, the county master wants to see you."

Changsun Hong stood up, patted the ashes on his butt, and thanked him: "Okay, thank you brother."

The yamen runner's expression was a little cramped. He opened the door a little more, asked Changsun Hong to go in, then closed the door, and made a squint and smiled, saying, "Please come with me."

He carried a lantern and led the way in front. The two of them walked along the corridor. The yamen runners looked back from time to time. The more unnatural the expression was, the more unnatural it was. Changsun Hong's heart was bright and he smiled without saying a word.

Sure enough, not long after walking, the yamen runner finally couldn't help it, stopped, grabbed the back of his head and said embarrassedly to Changsun Hong: "That, brother, what is your relationship with the county master...?"

Changsun Hong shrugged: "You shouldn't ask this, right?"

"Yes, yes, indeed, yes." White hair sweat appeared on the yamen runner's head. When he thought of the reaction of the county lord who had always been arrogant just now, he shivered.

He gritted his teeth, reached into his arms, held the five cents of silver that had not yet been warmed up, handed it to Changsun Hong, and said with a smirk: "This is your return, actually... I don't dare to ask for this kind of money. You... Please wait and see the county magistrate, don't mention this matter, otherwise... I want to eat the board."

The reaction of the yamen runner was as expected by Changsun Hong. A county magistrate of Shuzhong met the words Wei Leweng, who had been a member of the Fourth Street of West Sichuan. He could think of any expression and reaction. It was reasonable for the yamen runner to overestimate his identity.

Changsun Hong pushed the yamen runner's hand back, put the silver in his arms with a smile, and said, "What are the words of the elder brother? Generally, those who are not very eye-catching will not really come in to report. They just go out and lie to me and say that the county magistrate will not accept the letter. How could he be as honest as the elder brother? Don't refuse this little point, your elder brother's surname is noble?"

"I dare not take it, I dare not take it. The villain Wang Gui is the leader of the yamen runner's soap troupe in the yamen. The guy just needs to call me Wang Laosi." The yamen runner was very surprised and thanked him quickly: "Young man, the county magistrate is already waiting."

The county government office has two yards in front and back, the front yard is in office, and the back yard is living. Through the corridor, the six bedrooms pass through four doors, and then walks through a moon gate that separates the front and back yards, and enters the back yard of the county government office.

Under the Moon, a middle-aged man with a tall and thin group collar robe was waiting, probably waiting a little anxiously, and he kept spinning around.
Chapter completed!