The leaves are gone, the grass has no trace, the pines and cypresses are still green, and the autumn breeze is dyed in spirit.
Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan have added new clothes to them. Xiaohong has nothing to do. He wakes up early to catch the ducks and geese hatched from cherries and walks towards the pond that belongs to her.
The girl who was next to her was replaced by the less troublesome pomegranate. Song Jinggong was addicted to selling soybean oil, and only came back a few days to report that Daniel was still responsible for selling sauce and carrots.
"It seems that winter is coming soon. When it snows, what can I do to make money in winter?" Wang Juan held two small sandbags in his hands, gently wringing them, and chatting with Zhang Xiaobao.
"I don't know, anyway, there is a Kang in the village, so I'm not afraid of freezing." Zhang Xiaobao also took two sandbags over there.
"I'm actually worried that your farmer won't be able to make it through this year. The autumn harvest is full of food everywhere. Some people will always worry about this side." Wang Juan was distracted when he swiped the sandbags far away.
Zhang Xiaobao was very careful. The sandbag he threw out was farther than Wang Juan's two. He ran to pick it up, hesitated and said, "Don't be afraid, people will have a way to deal with it this year."
Because they wore a lot of clothes, the two of them only played for half an hour, and they were all sweaty. The pomegranate had prepared hot water early. Seeing the sky gradually became cloudy, they persuaded "Little son, little lady, the wind is blowing outside." , It's better to play in the house."
The two responded and turned back to Pomegranate. At this moment, Song Jinggong, who had just returned yesterday, ran into the courtyard again and saw Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan, the face that had always been calm showed sadness.
"Zi Jin ran so hurriedly, did something good happen?" Zhang Xiaobao listened to the footsteps, looked back, and asked Song Jinggong with a smile.
"My little ancestor, where is something good, something big happened, little son, the business can't be done over there." Song Jinggong's expression became more and more bitter when he saw that the little son was still amused.
Wang Juan also interjected: "Is there anything that Song Gongzi can't do? He deceived many people at the beginning, so why can't it be handled today?"
"My little ancestor, this time is different from the past. It's impossible to deceive. Someone in Sanshui County said that he had eaten the soybean oil sold by Zhangzhuangzi and had an accident. They called a doctor to check that it was poisoned and the business was not good."
With a frustrated expression on her face, Song Jinggong explained what happened over there in detail.
Yesterday Song Jinggong returned to Sanshui County to sell soybean oil and tofu at the same time. You can buy it with money or exchange it for other things, especially soybeans. One catty of soybeans can be exchanged for two catties of tofu. This is not allowed. People know that soybean oil is made from soybeans.
That night, when Song Jinggong was about to let people put away the pavement, a group of people came. Song Jinggong knew him well. Several people were idle and didn't do anything good. At first they thought they would come to collect money and wait for a few people to get closer. I realized that I was buying oil, totaling 20 kilograms.
At that time, Song Jinggong didn't think much about it, so he sold it to a few people.
Unexpectedly, just after coming out of "Attention House" this morning, the few people came to the door, followed by a doctor who had a certificate behind them, stupefied that it was the oil bought last night, and after returning home, they ate one person and several people. He also carried the sick person to the stall as a testimony.
Song Jinggong knew that he had been blackmailed at the time. Seeing that the people around him were watching and explaining, who knew that the healer insisted that the person lying there was sick from eating the oil sold in this stall. Have to believe.
Those few people didn’t say anything intimidating when they arrived, just asking Song Jinggong to take out fifty taels of silver tattoos. The people around didn’t know who to believe. Hearing what they said, they wanted more money, but they got sick after eating. The doctor testified and hesitated for a while.
Seeing this, Song Jinggong knew that he couldn't do business, so he hurriedly put away the stall and ordered people to send the necessary things back to Shizuju, saying that the people would come back tomorrow, so he hurried back to Zhuangzi.
"Oh, that's the case." Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan nodded at the same time, but did not show any embarrassed expressions.
"The act of forcibly demanding public and private property for the purpose of illegal possession, using threats or coercion methods against the victim. It is for extortion, Xiaobao, it's up to you."
Wang Juan opened his mouth and said a bunch of words, then turned his head and looked at Zhang Xiaobao again. It will depend on how Zhang Xiaobao handles it in the future.
Zhang Xiaobao curled his lips, as if he was unwilling to deal with such things, he sighed, "It looks like it will cost money again."
"Little son, do you want to give money?" When Song Jinggong heard Zhang Xiaobao's words, he thought he would choose to give money, and persuaded: "Little son, I can't give it. I gave it today. They will come again tomorrow, not to mention that Sanshui County still has it. Some other gangsters, seeing profit, take turns to paralyzed people, and they don’t have enough money."
"Who said I gave them money? It's not easy for me to make some money. If you want to spend it, you have to spend it where it is useful. You go back today to find out who is in those people's homes, and then use your status as a person to see Sanshui County. Let’s bring a silver pattern with a hundred tael, as well as the hot sauce on my Zhuangzi and the soybean oil you sell."
Naturally, Zhang Xiaobao would not give money to people in vain, thinking that Tuqiao Village is also under the management of Sanshui County, and it can be used next year. It is better than the current one.
Song Jinggong didn't know this, and when she heard Wen Yin Bailiang, she couldn't help but shivered, swallowed and said:
"Little son, those few people won't really ask for fifty taels. It would be enough if they can get ten taels of silver. One hundred taels? Wouldn't it be more, let me be twenty taels, and I can make the county magistrate Help with things."
Song Jinggong's words were right. One hundred taels of silver is a bit too much. Usually, for trivial matters, only one hundred and fifty taels of silver are sent, and the county magistrate can accommodate one or two.
Before Zhang Xiaobao could speak, Wang Juan began to speak: "Master Song, do everything as Xiaobao said, and pay the money. It shows an attitude to let those who want to make us know, and warn the county. Order it."
"What is a warning?" Song Jinggong really didn't understand, don't see how many people he deceived.
"Let him know that these hundred taels of silver can be used to find him for a trivial matter, or it can be sent to him to find his fault. If it is not that he has a small amount of money on hand, it will be replaced by grain and directly hit him for two hundred. What's the matter with the two, they will be useful next year."
Wang Juan and Zhang Xiaobao still had a tacit understanding, they knew what Zhang Xiaobao was thinking about, and they also knew this way of doing things.
Song Jinggong thought for a while, and finally understood, and nodded, "The little son and the little lady are still good, I will do it now."
Having said that, Song Jinggong was anxious about what happened there, and left in a hurry, leaving the pomegranate three people to continue walking into the house.
"Little son, I was frightened when the son Song came to talk about things. I don't know what to do. I didn't expect the son to get things done so easily. The son seems to be not at all afraid of this kind of thing."
Pomegranate exclaimed while bathing two people.
"Pomegranate, you have to remember that Xiaobao will not be afraid of such deceptive things. This matter may not be easily solved. It is best that the county magistrate does not dare to control it and collects our money. It will be easier to find him to do things in the future."
Wang Juan didn't care if someone did this kind of thing. Such a small trick would be disdainful to Zhang Xiaobao.
Zhang Xiaobao also echoed, "Indeed, I still hope that the status of those few people will be higher, at least there are powerful people in the family, when I really want to do things, I am not afraid of spending money, I am afraid that there is no place to send money."
"The little son and the little lady speak profoundly, and Pomegranate doesn't understand it at all." After hearing the words of the two little ancestors, Pomegranate felt she was stupid.
"You don't need to be sad about Pomegranate. You'll know by listening and reading more. You can do the things you do well." Wang Juan was afraid that Pomegranate would lose his confidence, so he quickly comforted.
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Song Jinggong left Zhuangzi and hurried back. In the evening, he finally came to Sanshui County again. He took out the silver from the center of attention, brought soy oil and hot sauce, and found the county office without any delay.
The county magistrate Cheng Lingxiang Song Jinggong also met twice and gave the concierge a few coins. After the notification was completed, the concierge said that the county magistrate would ask for it while letting in.
After two to the door, when he came to the study, Song Jinggong directly saluted: "Student Song Jinggong, I have seen the county magistrate."
"Song Juren don’t have to be polite, please sit down. I heard that Song Juren has done a few good things for the people in Sanshui County. I’ve long wanted to see Shang Song Juren. It’s a pity that the county affairs are so busy that I can’t find the opportunity for a while. Song Juren came here, and it became my wish."
The county magistrate Cheng Lingxiang was able to see Song Jinggong because of his fame and fame, and he was also polite.
"The county magistrate really makes the students flattered and can be remembered by the adults. In the future, the student Zijin will follow the teachings of the adults a lot and do things for the people. The hot sauce is shabby."
Song Jinggong didn’t give it to anyone else, she took it directly to the study, said respectfully, and slowly put the big package on the desk. Most of the oil and sauce were filled in jars, and there was a slight voice. Come.
But the factor is ten ingots and ten taels. Such a fine silver is not easy to handle. As soon as it is released, it makes a crisp movement. After the county magistrate Cheng Lingxiang heard it, his eyes lit up and signaled Song Jinggong to drink tea. He seemed to think that A bag of things got in the way, and he pushed aside with his hands, but in the process of pushing, his hands caught the money.
With this catch, Cheng Lingxiang's complexion couldn't help but changed. After an estimate, he probably knew how much silver, so much money? What does Song Jinggong want to do? Could it be that he killed someone, so he could change his sentence? This is too difficult to do, but the "reason" is so big that it is possible to think of a solution at its discretion.
"Okay, I've heard about this sauce a long time ago, just to taste it, Zijin is interested, I don't know what Zijin is up to lately?" Cheng Lingxiang began to think about how to deal with the matter.
"If you go back to the adults, the students consciously have no hope of taking the exam again. A few days ago they found a pretty good Zhuangzi and worked as an assistant in it. This oil and sauce were made by that Zhuangzi. Who knows... Hey, let’s not talk about it, come today. Just to visit the adults."
Song Jinggong spoke with a relaxed face before, but then with that sigh, she turned into a dejected look.