"But who knows, the man who was drying clothes saw me looking at his clothes outside, and he hurriedly pulled the clothes back."
Meng Nan's expression has begun to change: "Are you sure it is the clothes of the Beijing military service?"
The guard Jin said: "I am sure it is the clothes of the Beijing military service. I have a cousin who works as an errand in the capital. Every time I see him, he wears exactly the same clothes. The cousin said, this kind of clothes. It’s custom-made by the Beijing government, and it’s unique in its style and pattern."
Hu Feng on the side answered, "So, the mountain bandits only robbed the grain and money, but released all the military service in the capital that they escorted, and left the money for them to live in the post?"
Meng Nan is not a fool, how could he not understand Hu Feng's irony, thinking back to Master Gu's abnormal behavior in front of him these days, it was originally just a sporadic shadow of suspicion, unconsciously, gradually expanding.
Bai Zhi said: "Brother Meng, I know this matter must have nothing to do with you, but the people don’t think so. The court obviously has food funds allocated, which were originally used to save lives, but some people used some of them. Means to embezzle the grain money, and to sell the rice grain that the people should have received for free at a high price to make this kind of national hardship."
"The people can't tell who is loyal and who is a traitor. They only know that those who give them a way to survive are good people, and those who force them to die are traitors."
"And you, Brother Meng, as the coordinator of Qingyuan Town, in the eyes of the people, you are no different from the county magistrate. They are both imperial court officials, who are clearly capable of saving them from fire and water, but you just want to sit on the sidelines and refuse to impose. Help."
Meng Nan shook his head: "I—" He wanted to say that he didn't, but thinking about what he had done in the past few days, what is the difference between watching him coldly
Seeing Meng Nan's embarrassment, Jin Shiwei was also anxious, and asked hurriedly, "Miss Bai, you also know who my son is, he is not a cold-blooded person, but there are some things, and the son is not easy to come forward."
Bai Zhi naturally knew what Jin Shiwei said. She really took Meng Nan as a friend. After all, he not only helped her, but also saved her life.
"I have an idea." She smiled lightly, and a sly Huimang flashed across her eyes.
Jin Shiwei and Meng Nan both lit up, and asked in unison: "What's the idea?"
Bai Zhi leaned forward, bent his head and whispered in Meng Nan's ear for a while.
The guard Jin didn't hear clearly, and was too anxious: "Can't even I know?"
Meng Nan nodded again and again, praising how wonderful this trick was.
Jin Shiwei was even more anxious when he heard it, but Hu Feng didn't say anything, so he couldn't be embarrassed to ask further, so he had to endure it.
After Bai Zhi helped Meng Nan to remove the stitches, he gave him a rubber grip. This kind of thing shouldn't have been in the first aid kit. It seems that after Lin Yang's disease was used, he slipped it into the medicine box. It hasn't come yet to put it back.
It just can be used, so naturally it can't be wasted.
"What is this?" Meng Nan looked at the brightly colored and strangely shaped thing in her hand. She could always pull out something he had never seen before from the cloth bag.
Bai Zhi took back the gripper and showed him how to use it several times. "This is a gripper. You can exercise your finger and wrist grip strength like this every day when you have time. The time for two sticks of incense should not be too long in the morning, noon and evening. It can’t be too short, and it can’t be too tired to achieve the effect of exercise.”
After speaking, she handed him the gripper back to him and asked him to try it first.