Good Official

Lijiafang is a small gatehouse near the east gate in Nanjing. The gatehouse is not long, only seventy or eighty meters long, and there are ordinary residents in Nanjing on both sides.

In this year, those who can be called ordinary residents naturally get some meat and fish every few days. Although it is not guaranteed that chicken, duck, fish and meat will be served every day, you can still put some lard in the cooking. As for those who are reluctant to buy lard, they are already completely poor households. Except for a small number, they basically move outside the city to farm.

Those who are willing to live outside the city can at least get a few acres of wasteland. Although they have to pay some agricultural tax to the government, it is much better than the landlord's commission, but the land is not fat enough and difficult to serve.

But no matter what, such a family is at least more than having no money to live a hard life in the city, and even proclaiming that they are people in the city are more than just a little better than being a little better.

Tan Zong is now following the businessman who was instructed by Manager Tang to lead the way through the streets and alleys in Nanjing City. Following him are Jiang Wu and Hu Laosan. A group of people walked from the south of the city to the near east gate of the city. The journey in the middle is not short and there is no bus ride. Therefore, it took nearly half an hour to find a place.

When I arrived at the ground, I went back by myself. It was almost noon. The inn was busy. If I had no room for the waiter, I might be in a mess. So when I came out, the shopkeeper Tang ordered him to take the shop back when he was taken to the ground. As for Chunsheng, it was almost the flesh of Manager Tang's heart, so he naturally couldn't bear to let him go - after all, he was afraid that he would be bullied by Tan Zong.

Tan Zong and his friends stopped at the gate and did not go in directly.

Jiang Wu didn't know why, but he began to get lazy. When he came out, he said he was responsible for watching the show and came out to conquer the scene when needed. At other times, Tan Zong was responsible for all matters.

Although Jiang Wu's behavior was natural, Tan Zong could guess Jiang Wu's thoughts, but after all, he was still worried that Tan Zong would do something random.

He looked up at the big official script characters on the door yard that had been stripped of gold lacquer. Tan Zong glanced at the nearby area as if nothing had happened, and almost swept the nearby terrain into his heart.

In fact, although there are many street markets in Nanjing, it is quite different from the later Beijing city.

There are many alleys and alleys in the old Beijing city, and it is very complicated and messy. If you find someone you are unfamiliar with, you will probably be lost in it after walking for half an hour. But the city of Nanjing is different. Since its opening and reconstruction, most of the gatehouses in Nanjing city are arranged one by one, and some major and secondary trunk roads are connected to the front and back, so you will basically not be lost in it.

However, since its birth, this thing in Menfang has not been to let everyone take a shortcut, and it may be for the convenience of management. When it comes to curfew at night, the front and back doors of Menfang will lock it with a large chain, and a three and a half meters wooden fence. Unless you have great skills, you will want to go out.

However, even if someone can turn over, there are garrisons in Nanjing. Although there are not many, there are 1,800 people. It is no problem to be responsible for patrols in Nanjing. Basically, it has been a bit relaxed in the past few years. In the early years, I have basically never heard of any strong man who dared to break a curfew in Nanjing City - that is the real seeking death!

It was almost noon now, and smoke from every household was floating. However, there were still some children who came back from school at noon in the house to play at home, but the adults were less than half. Tan Zong walked in and saw an old man smoking a dry tobacco under an old locust tree. He couldn't say anything and walked forward a few steps and asked, "Old man, do you know where Li Fa's family lives?"

It is quite impolite to say that Tan Zong’s words. If you come to ask for directions in the future, I am afraid that others will ignore them. Even if you encounter someone with a bad temper, you may even cause trouble.

However, Tan Zong's words were different in the Dashun Dynasty. With Tan Zong's current social status, even if he was willing to show some etiquette, he would have to be divided into occasions and objects. He would not be polite to everyone. Sometimes he had to be superior. Just like an old man from an ordinary family, Tan Zong could only call him an old man, but the word "The father-in-law" could not be used - unless there were scholars in the other party's family, he had to be at least a child's identity.

To put it bluntly, Tan Zong’s current status as a scholar is too noble.

The old man was also a man who had seen the world. When he saw Tan Zong ask him, he raised his head and immediately looked at the Confucian shirt on Tan Zong. Tan Zong's dress is a bit different from the one he had done a few days ago. I won't mention the patterns on the clothes. These are all standard styles. The old styles set by the government when the founding of the country have not changed in the past few hundred years.

However, the jade pendant tied on Tan Zong's waist can explain the facts - except for the royal relatives, this is something that only a scholar who has passed the imperial examination can wear, and even a high-ranking official like Wang Dong is not allowed to wear.

"It turns out that he is the juren, and the little old man is rude." He hurriedly put down his cigarette puffs, and the old man solemnly gave Tan Zong before replying: "But I don't know what happened to the juren Master Fa Saner?"

Seeing the hesitant look on the old man's face when he was talking, Tan Zong couldn't help but smile.

A middle-aged man like Li Fasan is just a bowl of rice for others to run errands. If it is normal, when someone is looking for him, the neighbors should not say a few good things, so as to be sure that the guests want Li Fasan to run errands. What's more, Tan Zong, a great juren, who can help the juren, is a real climbing tree.

But at this moment, the old man looked hesitant, probably because he was suspicious of Tan Zong and the others' motives. The old man had such an illusion that it must be because Li Fasan had an accident these days, and the old man was afraid that Tan Zong and the other people would come to seek revenge.

Having a scheming in his heart, Tan Zong naturally would not admit that he came to cause trouble on purpose. He pointed to Jiang Wu behind him and said, "I came to find Li Fasan to find a house for me, Brother Jiang."

Tan Zong's words are not completely untrue, and he doesn't say it very clearly, and it is considered rude to reason. However, the same statement is that Tan Zong's identity is too high compared to these ordinary people, so there is no need to say too much, otherwise he would lose the face of a scholar and would be ridiculed if it is spread.

"Looking for a house?" The old man lowered his head and muttered, unable to say anything, there was something strange in his voice. However, this man was old and his voice was a little small, and he was willing to lower his voice, so Tan Zong did not hear it clearly.

Seeing the old man hesitant, Tan Zong felt a little displeased.

He fooled Jiang Wu again in the morning, which made him feel a little unbalanced, but now he is not as depressed as yesterday, but rather too high-profile. Therefore, Tan Zong was a little unhappy when he saw that the old man did not cooperate with him, especially when Jiang Wu was still in front of him.

Looking back, seeing the children playing were still there, Tan Zong couldn't say anything and sneered, and even his voice was filled with a bit of threatening chill: "Since the old man doesn't know, I asked the children. I think they often play in the house and must be familiar with the neighbors in the house."

Tan Zong did not notice that he was saying it was so readily, but Hu Laosan behind him also showed a little anger on his face, and even Jiang Wu had a little displeasure. However, the expressions of the two changed too quickly, but Tan Zong could not see it.

As the saying goes, as a person becomes a genius, after Tan Zong finished speaking, the old man heard the threat in Tan Zong's words clearly: if he doesn't say it, he will ask these children to take him with him. If something happens, these children will probably be implicated.

Sighing softly, the old man shook his head and said, "Forget it, it's just that I can't hide much, and Fa San'er should have this fate." As he said that, he ignored the displeasure on Tan Zong's face, and just stood up and walked into the gatehouse, but he led the way for Tan Zong and others.

However, Tan Zong did not expect that Li Fasan's family lived not far from the old locust tree, and he arrived after only a few yards. When he arrived at the ground, Tan Zong thoughtfully observed the surrounding area, but found that there were no strange traces on both the walls and the ground. There were many children's graffiti, which seemed quite innocent and childlike.

"That's this one." The old man pointed to the closed door and turned around and wanted to leave, but his face was quite hesitant.

Tan Zong knew that the old man must have something to say, so he waited quietly.

Sure enough, after hesitating for a long time, the old man still spoke: "Fa San'er was fascinated by money this time and could not see the personnel clearly, so he was robbed. The masters thought they were also from wealthy people. If possible, please let his wife and children go to the face of the old man." After that, the old man trembled slightly and wanted to kneel down for Tan Zong and the other two.

Although his identity is different, Tan Zong's original intention is still there, so how could he watch the old man kneel down like this? He couldn't say that he could help the old man up and said, "Don't worry, old man, we are really just here to find a house."

After Tan Zong helped him, the old man stood up with a sense of peace on his face. He looked at Tan Zong, then looked at Jiang Wu and Hu Laosan. The old man looked a little happy, but then he lowered his face and said, "If the nobles really come to find a house, please come back. It's better to send San'er some other jobs to run, but it's not enough to find a house for others."

"Oh?" Tan Zong was delighted, knowing that the opera meat was coming, so he quickly said, "How can I explain this? Could it be that there is no idle house in Nanjing?"

"Of course there are houses. Our Nanjing city is so big, so there are not many free houses. But Fa Saner has caused some trouble for others to find a house these days, so she is afraid that she will not dare to find a house for others anymore." The old man didn't know whether it was really or false. After finishing the matter, he looked at the jade pendant on Tan Zong's belt and said, "The person who looks for Fa Saner is also a juren."

"Oh?" After being stimulated by the old man's profound words, several thoughts suddenly flashed through Tan Zong's heart, and his expression changed from time to time. At the end, Tan Zong also glanced at Jiang Wu who was watching the show behind him with great meaning, and then turned around and said to the wise old man: "We have been founded for more than 400 years, and even the prince dared not act like this. Could it be that this Nanjing city is bigger than the prince!"

Tan Zong said this very seriously, and the old man was frightened and shook his hand and said, "I can't say it, I can't say it, I can't say it, that's not what he said. You must know that our prefect Wang is a great good official, and those who commit crimes are just a few, and it's not a good thing." After saying that, he looked at Tan Zong deeply, but the old man turned around and left gradually.
Chapter completed!