Wang Bao slowly took a step back and took another step back.

When his body completely disappeared into the shadows in the alley, he gently exhaled the stuffy breath he held in his chest, turned around and walked back quickly along the route he had just walked half an hour ago.

He strides through the dirty water puddles in the alleyway of the earth, and a pair of vigilant eyes hid under the broadband Fanyang hat, guarding against every passerby passing by. The relaxed mood a few minutes ago no longer exists.

Wang Bao's image actually has no effect of concealing it, but it is even more eye-catching. However, this is a place where foreigners gather, and the most remote corner of the capital, even the glory of the capital cannot shine into the darkness here. No one has the extra energy to pay attention to an irrelevant person, even if he is so suspicious.

But the lackeys in the capital finally found out here. When Wang Bao was about to go out to arrange a car to Yingtian Mansion for Langjun, at the entrance of the alley, two black-clothed yamen runners who had just come out of the shop next to him heard the words Bao Yongnian.

Wang Bao's heart skipped a beat at that time. He knew that something was wrong, so he tried his best to remain calm and retreated silently. In just a few seconds of stopping at the entrance of this alley, he saw more than a dozen men in black on the street.

Wang Bao was so clear in his heart that this was not a routine sea capture investigation, but had already caught the clues. And if he could pursue all the way so quickly, there was only one person in Kaifeng Mansion. It would force the Langjun to hide in his secret arranged in advance. Apart from the powerful prime minister, there was only that one person.

Pushing open the familiar door hard, Wang Bao shouted anxiously, "Langjun, the black-skinned dog is here! There are dozens of people on the street, and I ask one by one along the shop. It must be Ding Xiaogou leading the team."

Bao Yongnian was still sitting on the bed with a blanket, flipping through a book without a cover. Hearing Wang Bao say this, he slowly put down the book and put the bookmark into the number of pages he had just turned.

"The dog's nose is really good." He said calmly, as if it was just a trivial matter like a neighbor visiting him.

"Langjun, what should I do?!"

Wang Bao was not as calm as Bao Yongnian, and he was so anxious that he was almost breathless.

Since covering Bao Yongnian with his previous residence, Wang Bao wanted to take Bao Yongnian to leave Kaifeng. The recent rumor has become increasingly tense, just like a mouse with a raccoon cat wandering around him, and he has to worry even if he breathes.

But Bao Yongnian refused to leave, so of course he, a servant, could not leave - he was proud of himself as a loyal servant of the Bao family all his life, how could he abandon the master's family at this time? Now he finally waited for Bao Yongnian to let go, but the constable who was chasing him has arrived.

"Uncle Bao, don't panic."

Bao Yongnian pressed his palm down and told Wang Bao not to hurry. After a few months of hardships, his calm attitude was no longer pretending, but from his inner tenacity.

Compared with him, Wang Bao, who was older, seemed even more impatient.

"Ding Zhaolan came with great fanfare to alert the enemy. If he acted rashly, wouldn't he have done his wish?"

"But..." Wang Bao wanted to speak but stopped. As a servant, he was still not used to arguing with his master.

Bao Yongnian smiled and turned into a pure Shaanxi accent. "Uncle San, do you see my nephew's words are so neat?"

After leaving his hometown for decades, Wang Bao, who was still unchanged by Qin Opera, was stunned. After reacting, he nodded quickly, "Of course what the Lang Jun said is good."

"Hmm-?" Bao Yongnian glanced at the plan he had agreed in advance, but the old businessman forgot about it again when he was about to come.

After Bao Yongnian glanced at him, Wang Bao nodded embarrassedly, "Well said, well said."

"Uncle San, please go and do it first." Bao Yongnian sent Wang Bao in Shaanxi dialect, "I don't know how long it will take to wait until the constable checks it, and it will be as usual."

Wang Bao nodded again, then carefully exited the room.

The sun shines through the open windows into this humble room. In the light column, countless tiny dust particles are floating with the airflow.

There are no most fashionable glass windows on the window ridges, and there are no dazzling furnishings in the room. Apart from a set of tables and chairs, there are not even bookshelfs. You can only stack more than a dozen or twenty books on the head of the kang.

Bao Yongnian picked up a book casually, and the cover reads "Zhang Ziyulei". This can be kept by Mr. Mingcheng's collection of words and deeds, but less than half of the remaining books can be left.

Bao Yongnian understood that in order to maintain his false identity, a so-called "scholar" who has only been studying for a few years and is not even a scholar, can only understand the most superficial books - some overly profound books, and they will only throw them under the stove to cause trouble.

Nowadays, Kaifeng Prefecture has been very strict in pursuit. Even if Kaifeng's household registration is taken out, it will still be reversed for three generations, and those in Jiangnan will be even more investigated. But if it is a Shaanxi native, it will probably only be investigated for three generations and will not be treated as a key suspect.

Accent, household registration, and appearance - Bao Yongnian touched his thin and thin face, and even though he passed by his relatives and friends, he could not recognize him.

As long as he doesn't meet Ding Zhaolan, Bao Yongnian feels that he can still get away with the people under Ding Zhaolan.

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"Brother Xiao Yi, this area is not easy to check. There are too many people and too messy. People come every day and people leave every day. There is no fixed number. When counting the twenty-seventh wing in Tokyo, the most messy one is my thirteenth wing in the outer city."

On the street, Ding Zhaolan watched his subordinates ask questions in the street shops, while listening to the complaints of the patrol envoys in the army, or looking for a way out.

"When I got here, I never thought it would be so messy. I just sorted out the book and took it for seven days. I finally finished this one and then went back three months later. I changed half of the people, and they all couldn't match the number. I was the thinnest and tired in the twenty military patrols inside and outside Tokyo. Brother Xiao Yi said that if I knew it would be like this, I would rather go to the government office to fight the signs than do military patrols here."

"The military patrol is working hard."

Ding Zhaolan replied perfunctorily, her eyes turned a little. The military patrol was indeed thin. However, this should be the credit of the fifth concubine who had just been carried into the door, and it has little to do with the errand.

Ding Zhaolan's words excited the military patrol and shook his hands repeatedly, "I dare not call it a labor, I dare not call it a labor certificate. We just listened to the mansion's dispatch. How can this be considered a labor?" He smiled silly, "As long as Brother Xiaoyi, you can understand it."

Ding Zhaolan did not accept the defense of the military patrol. No matter how many ambushes were taken in advance, he could only stare at Ding Zhaolan, who was unable to get into the air.

However, after experiencing so many things, Ding Zhaolan had learned how to communicate with the bureaucrats: "I also know that it is indeed difficult to handle the job here for the hard work of the envoy Zhang. But my husband issued strict orders, and he had to see people and see corpses. Now I have followed him all the way, and 80% of the people are here. If you don't find the person, it will be difficult to make a job there." Looking back at the envoy Zhang's military envoy, he suggested, "You think, you should not treat your orders as if you didn't hear them. Instead of thinking about how to perfunctory, it's better to think about how to satisfy your husband."

The military patrolman fell and sighed, "I just don't know how to satisfy my husband, which makes people feel difficult."

Ding Zhaolan also looked helpless and suggested, "Let's brainstorm gather all the people you can call for, leave the guards, and all the rest come over. Let's discuss how to dig out the thieves."

"Is this OK?"

"When Mr. Han was surrounded in Luowu City, he also relied on this method to gather ideas and find a good solution. Mr. Han is using it, so there is no need for me to leave it alone."

After convinced the military patrol, Ding Zhaolan's plan was successfully launched.

But Ding Zhaolan was not sure when he could catch the group that was causing trouble.

This area of ​​fourteen Lifangs located in the southeast corner of the new city was located more than ten years ago, two villages were still very close to each other, and thousands of acres of land belonging to the two villages.

Now, more than ten years later, it is even more crowded.

In the past two years, more and more out-of-towners have come to Beijing to make a living in Tokyo. They don’t know the hard work of Kaifeng Prefecture, and fantasize about being covered with gold, and all they have to do is bend down. If they really can’t live, they just go to the yamen and get a free ticket to live on the border.

Ding Zhaolan has been tracking Bao Yongnian for a while. Bao Yongnian cannot be regarded as the most cunning prisoner he has ever hunted, but it is also one of the most cunning.

A scholar in the Imperial College was floating on the upper level all his life, and he was able to hide in Tokyo for so long, beyond Ding Zhaolan's expectations.

Ding Zhaolan rubbed her nose, and the strange smell rushed straight into the fontanelle, feeling her mind even more confused.

There was always a foul smell in the air here. A gust of wind just now came, and the stench suddenly became twice as strong. Ding Zhaolan and others covered their noses, but the pedestrians on the road seemed to have no sense of smell and walked and spoke as usual.

The military patrolman has been paying attention to Ding Zhaolan's actions. When he saw Ding Zhaolan's actions, he became an interpreter and broker next to him.

Not far away is the composting field, but it is actually a nitrogen farm - this is a secret, but for a captain Ding Zhaolan's level, the secret of ordinary people is not his secret - the saltpeter produced here provides one-tenth of the army's demand, and at the same time, it also transforms the excrement of humans and animals into excellent fertilizers that can be used to fertilize fields.

This was originally a manure shop with a huge influence within the capital. Now it seems to be much less powerful, but in fact it has only transferred control. Most of the leaders of the original large and small business leaders were sent by the government to open up the border, and everything they left behind was divided by the wealthy and wealthy families in the capital.

But no matter how you divide it, it will still be smelly.

The smelly, messy and poor place, the one who kept running away chose a good place.

Although it is not clear whether Bao Yongnian chose this place because he was attracted by the chaos here, Ding Zhaolan was sure that it was not far from the time he was caught.
Chapter completed!