"Just a little wine to pass away?"
Looking at the figure leaving quickly on the pier, a round fat man on the big ship also walked forward with a smile and asked the black-faced man beside the railing.
"Hmph, in such a poor place, a bag of wine is already good." The dark-faced man who had been flattering just now changed his face suddenly after hearing the voice behind him, from flattery to deep disdain in an instant His expression became colder, and his voice became cooler.
"Ahem, don't underestimate this place."
Seeing the change in the face of the dark-faced man, the fat man didn't think it was strange at all. He stood beside the man with a smile, looked into the distance while holding on to the railing, and said: "Let's not say that we are not poor here. Let's just say that since the Marquis let When you and I come here, it means there must be something unusual here.”
"Unusual? Why didn't I notice it? There are too many tricks here besides Fanzi. How can we keep up with Jiangnan?"
"Hey, don't always compare Jiangnan with other places. I see that the purpose of our trip is these jokes, Maozi!"
"Them? A bunch of uncivilized poor people! Even if they are cooked and drained, how many taels of oil and water will they get? It is probably not worth as much as the ship we are sitting on!"
Hey, we also can’t figure out why the Marquis must build these sea ships! Not to mention that death is expensive, I still dare not drive into the canal for fear of accidentally running aground! With this kind of money, why not make a cargo-carrying sand boat? If that doesn’t work, maybe we can just build a manned building boat! "
On the big ship, the dark-faced man couldn't hold back and kept slapping the railings to complain. The good-tempered fat man couldn't help but frown.
"Isn't that what you said last night in front of the Marquis?" After a while, the fat man who really couldn't stand it looked at the man with a strange expression and said.
The black-faced man's face suddenly turned red when the fat man exposed his lie: "Ahem, isn't it? It means the same thing, right?"
"About?" The fat man rolled his eyes and said angrily: "It's a big difference! How could I remember last night that you praised the Marquis for his unique vision and built such a big ship that can run sideways on the sea!"
When the man heard this, his face suddenly turned redder. He hesitated for a long time before saying: "Well, you must have heard wrong. Crabs are running sideways. If someone's boat is running sideways, shouldn't it be? It sank."
"Is it?"
"Absolutely! If you don't believe it, ask other people. I, Ma Laoliu, are known as honest men and never lie!"
"..."
On the boat, Ma Laoliu and Yang Kailue, who had come from afar, were still having a "cordial discussion" about what happened last night.
In the county government office in Guangzhou, the county magistrate Mr. Hong already looked as sad and angry as a dead mother, walking around in the bedroom with his hands behind his back.
Guangzhou is a huge city.
It stands to reason that for a city of this size, a prefecture would be set up in the county, and the manager would be promoted to the prefect or city guard level. This would also facilitate the management of the city.
However, as the only important town in Lingnan, Guangzhou City has some exceptions.
Because of the existence of the monster Feng An, not to mention the city guard, even if there was an eighth governor, he would probably have to squat in the corner and draw circles under the power of the Lingnan King.
Therefore, Li Shimin, who saw this clearly, simply did not bother to set up more officials, and directly asked Magistrate Hong to be responsible for the management of this entire special city.
Of course, when it comes to management, Mr. Hong, the county magistrate, can be said to be the most useless and least existential magistrate in the entire Tang Dynasty!
There was Feng Ang, the governor, and the clan chiefs of various tribes below. He was the only seventh-grade county magistrate caught in the middle. Apart from maintaining public order and collecting taxes from vendors, he had nothing else to do every day.
Even if there is a fight in the city, it will be resolved by the respective clan leaders first. If it cannot be resolved, they will go directly to the governor's office, except for him, a small temple god, completely forgotten.
Therefore, after learning that Xiao Han had arrived yesterday, Magistrate Hong, who was supposed to go to see him, still acted like a duck out of habit.
I have been in Guangzhou for five years!
These five years of ordinary life have long since turned the high-spirited Magistrate Hong into a carefree Buddha! His passion was frozen into ice within these five years.
Anyway, he doesn't expect to be promoted again in this life, and there is no need to rush to curry favor with Xiao Han. It seems to be a good choice for Magistrate Hong to just retire and return to his hometown.
However, even though this is what I think, I also do it! But what the "Buddhist" Magistrate Hong never expected was that even though he had kept such a low profile, God still refused to let him go!
Last night, when Feng An's close confidant Awen escorted a large group of people to the county prison, he almost fainted on the spot after hearing the news!
These scum in the city really dare to offend anyone? How is this breaking Xiao Han's legs? This is obviously for the head on his neck, Lao Hong!
"What a troubled time, what a troubled time!"
He suddenly raised his head and looked outside the room. The big tree with a few yellow leaves on it was swaying slightly in the wind. Magistrate Hong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and shook his head helplessly.
"Dong dong dong..."
Perhaps, it was to verify Magistrate Hong's words.
After he finished talking about the eventful time, he was about to sit down and rest, but before his butt touched the chair, a burst of rapid drumbeats suddenly sounded outside the county government office. The dull drumbeats came directly from the front yard to here in an instant. .
"Who is beating the drum to complain?"
Frightened by the sound of the drum, Magistrate Hong jumped up from his chair and looked angrily at the front yard with his small eyes.
If, on a normal day, he would have been ecstatic when he heard the sound of drums, sighing that he had not been forgotten at last!
But at this time, how could he, who was so upset, have enough time to think about solving the case? Even the last time a case was concluded was a year ago!
"Sir, it's a man who claims to be from Sanyuan County, Chang'an, who is playing drums!" Soon! A police officer carrying a water-fire ruthless stick ran from the front yard in a hurry and knelt on one knee to report.
"Bang..."
"Sanyuan County, Xiaohou?"
As the officer's words fell, there was a sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and with it came the trembling voice of Magistrate Hong.
"Dong dong dong..."
In front of the county government office, the dusty drum was still being beaten hard by fools.
With every drop of the pair of drum hammers, a large cloud of dust turned into ripples, trembling around the drum.
"Cough cough cough... Okay, stop knocking, you'll choke!"
Xiao Han, who was standing at the bottom of the steps, covered his mouth and nose and waved his hands at the idiot.
What the fuck is this drum? How long has it been since no one knocked? Could it be that the public security in Guangzhou is so good that people don’t pick up things on the street and don’t close doors at night?
No, if this is really the case, then why should someone break in and interrupt your hands and feet when you are eating by yourself?
