With a few bang bangs, several corpses in night clothes were thrown outside the courtyard wall, and the guards of the Yang residence went back to report without turning their heads.
The news of several corpses appearing in the alleyway of Yangzhou Mansion the next day spread throughout Yangzhou. Sitting in a small restaurant, Zhou Silang listened with gusto while waiting for the food to be served.
He turned his head and said to Uncle Shi: "Yangzhou seems to be quite prosperous, but it is even more chaotic than our Luojiang County. The dead bodies of murders can be thrown on the street, tsk tsk tsk."
Uncle Shi hesitated and said, "There are too many people and disputes?"
"That's not as many people in the capital." Zhou Zhou raised his hand and poured himself a cup of tea, poured it for them as well, shook his head and said: "I have been in the capital for so many years, although I have heard of many cases of dead people, but I have never Not one of them left a body in the street."
The person sitting on the table next to him was unconvinced, turned his head and said, "Brother, those who died were not ordinary people, but assassins. Our Yangzhou City is not so chaotic at ordinary times, ordinary people are still very safe."
Zhou Zhoulang became interested in an instant, picked up a plate of snacks on the table, picked up the teapot and sat down, and asked him curiously, "Brother, tell me, I'm from the capital, I'm passing by, and it's just my second visit to Yangzhou. So I am not familiar with Yangzhou, who was assassinated?"
The man had already heard that Zhou Zhoulang's accent was not from here, and he also heard that he was from the capital, so he sighed and said: "Who else can it be? Throw it out."
Zhou Zhoulang frowned, "Huainan Road Supervision Office? Why does it sound so familiar to me?"
Zhou Zhou Lang thought hard, and it took him a long time to remember. His eyes widened slightly, and he asked in a low voice, "Is the inspector's surname Yang?"
"Yes, it is Supervisor Yang."
Zhou Zhoulang sat a little closer and asked in a softer voice, "Isn't that very handsome?"
The other party looked at him in surprise and nodded, "Yes, in fact, there are many good-looking people in Jiangnan, but after Mr. Yang came, he is indeed the most handsome. Why, have you seen him?"
He didn't dare to say that he knew the word, would people who would come to this small restaurant to eat know someone who looked like a fairy
Zhou Zhou Lang patted his thigh and said: "I've seen him before, he is also the most handsome adult in the capital, he looks really good-looking, and he is also very talented."
He frowned slightly, "No, why did the assassin assassinate Master Yang, he is a good man."
Man Bao's good friend, can he not be a good person
The other party looked left and right, and also came up together, holding his head with Zhou Zhoulang and whispering: "Why else, of course it's for the salt."
He lowered his voice and said, "A lot of people came to Yangzhou to buy salt in the spring of this year. Originally, the salt from Chuzhou and Hangzhou had to be sent to Yangzhou to be sold together. I couldn’t get any salt for two months.”
Zhou Zhoulang didn't know that it was Bai Shan and Zhou Man who robbed his business, so he lowered his voice and asked with the same interest: "And then? Aren't you rich in salt in the south of the Yangtze River? Why don't you have any?"
"Yeah, we're wondering too. With so many salt fields, how come there's not even a single salt?" Li, alas, I heard from a distant cousin of my brother-in-law’s cousin’s family that Mr. Yang spent a lot of time running around in order to get the salt out of the salt field, but in the end they just kept going, and now those who buy salt are all gone. Well, the imperial court wanted to question him, but instead they pushed Mr. Yang out."
He lowered his voice and said: "It is said that Lord Yang gave instructions randomly, so the salt was boiled, so there is no salt."
"Fart!" Zhou Zhou Lang said indignantly: "Master Yang is not that kind of person. He always listens to people's opinions. When he sees people planting the land, he will listen to the old farmers when they don't know a single word. Kind of, how could he be indiscriminately commanding such a big event as boiling salt?"
"Isn't it, hey, no, how do you know?"
Zhou Zhoulang said proudly: "Of course I know, Mr. Yang was the county magistrate of our county before!"
Zhou Zhoulang sat in the small restaurant for more than an hour, not only settled the bill, but also reordered a table of food and a pot of wine, and called Uncle Shangshi to brag and talk nonsense with them.
I ate lunch until night, and even ate dinner together.
In the end, Zhou Zhoulang left with a stomach full of gossip. He couldn't digest it, so he pulled Uncle Shi and asked, "In this way, Master Yang is very dangerous here in Yangzhou. Do you think we should go and see Master Yang?"
Although Uncle Shi is more knowledgeable, he is not familiar with Yang Heshu. After pondering for a moment, he asked, "Did you plan to visit earlier?"
"No plan," Zhou Zhoulang said, "Manbao didn't ask me to deliver things, so what should I do?"
"Then don't go. Going now is also causing trouble for people."
Zhou Zhoulang frowned, and shook his head after a while, "No, we will go back by boat in two days. If you don't know, it's okay. Now that you know, you have to go and have a look and ask. In case Yang What should I do if something happens to my lord?"
Yang Heshu and Manbao Baishan have a very good relationship. Whenever there is anything in the family, Yang Heshu will come to the door, and there are New Year gifts every year...
Zhou Zhoulang couldn't sleep anymore, so he immediately put on the shoes he just took off, turned around and went to rummage through the box, "The box of pens we brought from Hangzhou, I found two more, and I'll send them to Master Yang tomorrow, by the way Is there anything that needs our help..." Even sending a letter to Man Bao Bai Shan will do.
He remembered what Man Bao said, that she and Mr. Tang and Mr. Yang often helped each other in officialdom.
Uncle Shi: "...just give me two pens?"
"Oh, courtesy is less important than affection," Zhou Lang felt that there was no need to go into too much detail about the gift, so he just found an excuse to come to the door and ask if he needed any help. Is this expensive? I just bought it for Man Bao and Bai Shan. Yes, he has been distressed for a long time.
"Do you want to go?" Seeing that Uncle Shi was unwilling, Zhou Zhou Lang suggested, "Go, go, at least we are acquaintances, and it is a rare fate that we can meet in a foreign land."
Uncle Shi was silent for a while, but still shook his head.
Zhou Si Lang tried it again, seeing that he should not be forced, he said: "Then order again tomorrow, and go shopping in Yangzhou City to see if there is anything else you need to buy. I will take Sanzhu and the others there."
Uncle Shi responded, his mood fluctuated for a while.
When Yang Heshu was the county magistrate in Luojiang County, the Shi family was still one of the richest people in Luojiang County. Every year during Chinese New Year, Dragon Boat Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival, Uncle Shi was Yang Heshu's guest of honor. The ancestry is still there.
But goodbye now, he...
Seeing old people when he is down, puts a lot of pressure on him.