In the flower hall, Ding Kun explained to Jin Sanshun for a long time and finally concluded: "Don't believe others, the silver is only white, and there is no second color. Can't you see a big yellow ingot held by the God of Wealth. White ingot? Yellow ingot is gold, and white ingot is silver. Besides, take down the jewelry on your head and see, the white is silver."

Jin Sanshun obediently took it down and looked at it, and said with a smile: "Master, don't coax me, why are treasure money or copper coins everywhere? The silver is not heavy, why are there few people using it?"

Ding Kun explained: "One of the time, the silver is small, and the second is that most of them are cast into silver ingots, which are so heavy that it is inconvenient. If you have to use scissors to winch and scale a scale to buy something."

Jin Sanshun said, "I know, the silver must be dozens of kilograms per piece."

"Not necessarily." Ding Kun smiled and said, "Who can move a dozen pounds? The heaviest one is only fifty taels, and it is stacked layer by layer like bricks."

"I'm confused. How much is a fifty tael?" Jin Sanshun looked curious.

Ding Kun said: "It's more than three pounds."

Jin Sanshun calculated with his fingers for a long time and said, "That thousand taels of silver is more than sixty kilograms? I can't even carry it."

Ding Kun smiled and said, "Yes, one ingot of large ingots of official silver is more than three pounds, ten ingots are more than thirty pounds, and twenty ingots are more than sixty pounds."

Kim Sanshun shook his head and said, "This is not good. I'm very burdensome when I take it on the road."

"Who said no?" Ding Kun thought about it and found it funny. "No one dislikes silver and white things, but my servants dislike carrying silver bags the most. Every time I go out, I am tired after walking a few miles with six kilograms of silver. In the end, it is still convenient for treasure money, but unfortunately it is not easy to preserve and not valuable."

"Why don't you worry about losing all the time?" Jin Sanshun seemed very worried.

Ding Kun smiled and said, "Put a hundred taels of silver as pocket money, put aside all the integers, put a seal on it and hold it on, and don't open it on the road."

Seeing that she was ridiculously stupid and had a different kind of cuteness, Ding Kun couldn't help but hugging the woman and going to bed to rest.

At noon on the sun, the sun shone on the window, and the peach blossoms were blooming in full bloom. In the attic outside the Xu family, Xu Hao made a pot of good tea in a Yixing porcelain pot, poured it into a dark green cup and sat down facing the window. The fence was filled with orange trees and the leaves were green.

The canal was shining at the end of the sight. It was about two miles away, with wooden boats hanging with sails in groups of three or three. Walking slowly on the water. The green forest at the end was invisible, with two flagpoles stretching out, and the eaves of several temples were exposed.

There is a small white tower for burning paper on one side of the road, which reflects each other with picturesque scenery. A ferry is moored from the other side to this side, and men and women walk ashore one after another. Among them is a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, with a full moon and two dark eyes. She is wearing a gown with a white chrysanthemum on the blue background, which grows to her knees.

Xu Hao couldn't help but raise his monocular lens, and could see clearly that the girl was combed in a thick sea, with a long braid hanging from behind. She tied a large piece of red velvet rope, and held the velvet spikes under the root. Although she couldn't help but dressed in the countryside, she was clean and refreshing in temperament, and had a natural charm.

The street was very lively. Xu Hao simply got up and walked downstairs, came out of the mansion, and came to Juxianju Teahouse on the left side of the God of Wealth Temple.

No matter how crowded the teahouse is, the third table at the door will be kept for him, which is a tacit rule.

A group of people gathered in the backyard to bet on a small bet, shouting loudly, and the atmosphere was strong, and no one paid attention to the fun of the small bet.

A scholar sat next to Xu Hao. He was in his twenties and looked down at a Tang poem, but he didn't know him. The owner, Uncle Sun, happily took out the tea set specially prepared for him and ordered a stove of sandalwood.

The scholar didn't recognize Xu Hao, and couldn't help but say, "Yaji, brother Tai is worthy of being a romantic figure, and he can be unique in this teahouse."

Xu Hao smiled and said, "Why would I dare to admire myself? But it's just not bad." After that, he divided the teacup and asked the other party to taste the tea.

"It rained all night last night, and it was so ticking that it was so disturbing." The scholar spoke in a soft voice, saying, "I listen to the spring rain in the small building overnight, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alleys in the Ming Dynasty!" He flipped the "you" very long.

Xu Hao laughed and said, "You are in good mood."

At the same time, Xue Wen sat in the yamen and someone asked for a meeting outside. Xue Wen walked out in front of the officials and said happily: "It's my teacher's family."

An official said with a gaze: "It must be a happy event for sir, so it is better to say it out and make us happy."

Xue Wen smiled and said, "My master's surname is Jin. Now he is the inspector of Guangdong Road. His son has been a juren. He is the young master who came to Beijing a few days ago. Today, the master sent someone to send a letter. It seems that the elders are worried about their son!"

The official said: "It is natural for parents to be a parent!"

At this time, the person who came was brought in. Xue Wen took the letter and opened it directly. When the big guy saw that his expression changed, he said in a lost voice: "Your young master has not yet entered Beijing? Is the road delayed? Oh, it seems that Mr. Jin is actually fake?"

Everyone couldn't help but look at each other. In the past two days, Xue Wen held a banquet every day to welcome the teacher and the young master. They were all invited. Unexpectedly, they were pretending to be a sham. They were all furious one after another.

Xue Wen also said angrily: "Come here, take my order and go and catch the fake juren quickly."

A group of soldiers went to Chongmenfang like wolves and tigers. The so-called Jin Juren lived in the yard next to Ding Kun, and the leader shouted: "Where does Jin Juren from Guangdong live?"

Intentionally or unintentionally, he called Jin Juren Ding Juren. Gui Nu quickly pointed at Ding Kun's yard, and hurriedly sent people to rush in.

It was just as the daytime rain was getting worse and worse. The door was kicked open, and six or seven policemen rushed in, saying that they wanted to capture the fake juren.

Undoubtedly, he hit Mr. Ding's weakness. When he heard these three words, he didn't dare to say anything tough. His heart was already pounding, and his face turned blue first, and his teeth were trembling up and down.

Except for the leader, the other police officers were naturally unaware of the details. With years of experience, they immediately judged that he was guilty of being a thief. Even if they saw that it was not Jin Juren, they would have to take it away. It was not guaranteed to be another big fish.

The iron cable was trapped on the head and pulled Ding Kun off the bed. Jin Sanshun shouted repeatedly, protecting his vitals with no life.

The leader said quickly: "Put him out and take him away. You can't hurt others' decent before conviction."

Ding Kun was taken away in a daze. His servants all said that the Xu family came to the capital to complain. The Duke's Mansion was furious and ordered the government to take the people. They rushed around one by one, and all hid without a trace. No loyal servant dared to stand up.

Ding Kun on the road endured the humiliation and was dragged forward by someone. If there was something good, he would ask what was going on? The messenger said, "This guy pretended to be a juren and deceived people."

No one said anything about the surname Jin and Ding, which made Ding Kun suspicious of Xu Peng himself, and he had no time to tell whether he was true or not. He just kept complaining, regretting that he shouldn't have been obsessed with Xu Peng.

When he was taken to the yamen, an official said that the Censor had gone to the banquet. The Censorate was not a place for the people who were in prison. The police had to find a broken woodshed nearby and lock Ding Kun in.

Unexpectedly, the next day, Xue Wen went to pick up his boss, followed by the grand court meeting and the meeting of the grand yamen. He was not in the yamen all day long.

For three days, Ding Kunwei squatted in the woodshed aggrievedly. There was only a piece of tattered reed mat on the ground. No servant followed him, and he didn't know where he had to send him food. He was so hungry that he had to take off his coat and beg the chef outside to help him pawn some money and buy some big cakes and steamed buns to eat.

Poor he had been living a life of luxury and wealth, and never suffered such pain? He sighed and was still thinking about it. Fortunately, he brought an old housekeeper named Lai Xi this time. He had served his father before, and he knew some things as an official, and he should find a way to save him.

Ding Kun thought to himself that this was done by the Xu family, but this is Jinling, not Guangdong, even if the case is tried in another place, how many people will be implicated? Lao Mo is an accomplice and cannot avoid it. He will definitely help me walk around, so I can't confess and would rather die than to ask for help.

Sure enough, Ding Kun guessed it. Lai Xi is not as unreliable as other servants. Even if the head of the family made a mistake, what does it have to do with his family? Even if they are all used as slaves, they are just changing from Ding's family to another family. Is there any difference?

He inquired and visited the Censor's Office all the way and asked, "What did this brother, what did the Juren Ding the day before yesterday?"

The messenger said, "The fake juren I took was Jin, not Ding. This guy dared to pretend to be the master of the censor and ran to the capital to play Qiufeng. He really didn't know how the word "death" was written. By the way, who are you? What's your question?"

Lai Xi said calmly: "I am a local. I heard that he was detained and thought he had lied to me. I came to ask clearly. I would like to go to the yamen to make up for his stolen goods."

"So that's it." The policeman explained: "It's not yet a face-to-face trial, and you'll see the official in about one or two days. You have to sue him and come here tomorrow morning."

Lai Xi thanked him and turned back, thinking that there was such a coincidence in the world? It was a coincidence. Fortunately, the master had not been tried yet. He did not confess or be humiliated. At this time, he did not have to find a way to see him. He quickly went to the Ministry of Personnel to report on this matter and asked the minister to post a post to rescue the person.

When the Minister of Personnel heard that he had arrested the wrong person, he felt relieved and immediately wrote a book to ask someone to see Xue Wen.

Xue Wen smiled. He thought about this matter exactly the same as Xu Zengfu. He didn't want to make a big fuss, but he just continued to tease Ding Kun. Xu Hao's business is his business, and he just helped him breathe a sigh of relief. Why not do it!
Chapter completed!