"Did anyone come to help after the carriage hit someone?"
"No!"
"We reined in the horse and stopped the car. The car ran over the young man."
"The car was smashed."
"Where's the horse?"
"The horse ran forward."
Liu Bancheng turned around and followed the direction pointed by the old man. Liu Bancheng led Meihua and chased forward. I chased him all the way to the alley, but found no trace.
Liu Bancheng felt that it was rare for a horse to be frightened in a narrow alley. Horses are humane and can only run away unless someone prods them.
Furthermore, most of the carriages traveling in Xuyang City were for official use, and the horses were strictly trained. Moreover, he rarely gets frightened when he is not fast on such a narrow street, unless someone provokes him maliciously.
Liu Bancheng could only guess this way!
He was about to go back with the plum blossoms. Yang Yong ran over sweating profusely from the front.
"Master, please go back and take a look, it's not good!"
Liu Bancheng's scalp was numb, and his dream in the morning was not very auspicious.
It seemed that I was alone, climbing over the big ditch behind the village, passing through a cornfield that was higher than a person's head, and then passing through a poplar forest, and came to the gurgling spring with spring water gushing out.
Come to the spring, squat down, take a sip of cool spring water, and drink enough!
The spring water followed the terrain and continuously flowed into the distance, forming a small stream.
The stream stretches continuously towards the distant reservoir, making waves sparkle under the reflection of the sun.
There are many small fish swimming in the trickling stream. I would forget to catch them and intercept them, but they would all dodge and hide in the water plants.
So he walked down the spring, less than thirty meters, and came to a piece of grassland. The spring water showed no flow on the grassland, and the entire field of water plants submerged the spring water.
I think it's fun, stepping on the grass, it feels like a spring, every step I take.
One leg accidentally got stuck in the mud and grass and couldn't be pulled out. It got deeper and deeper, from the ankle to the entire thigh, and the entire lower body slipped into the mud.
Underneath the soft surface, smelling of mud and grass, someone is clearly pulling at your feet. The more anxious you become, the more you shout, and the further your body sinks downwards.
It was almost reaching the top of his thigh, and then it was reaching his chest. Liu only dared to shout halfway, not daring to move his body.
In my mind, it seemed like it was noon, and no one heard me in the wilderness and ravine, and no one heard my shouts. This should be what the old man calls "the bastard pit". The text is called the swamp.
Not far away, there are some tattered clothes, which I can imagine were left by the people who were trapped earlier. This thought couldn't be more terrifying.
He shouted until he was hoarse. He instinctively held his arms flat to prevent his body from sinking.
Just when he was desperate, a big tree branch was handed to him from behind. He instinctively grabbed it and was pulled up.
When I opened my eyes, I saw plum blossoms.
Liu Bancheng recovered from his dream and said, "Don't panic, speak slowly!"
Yang Yong took a breath, "Stop talking here, let's go back quickly and talk while running!"
Halfway through, I realized that this Yang Yong was rarely at a loss when he was in a hurry. This old master was always very steady, so he hurriedly turned around and started running after him.
"Just now, after eating, many people returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion and started vomiting. Now most of them are back and want to settle accounts with us."
"Why?"
"They said it was caused by eating our food!"
"How many people are there and where are they?"
"There are hundreds of people in front of our house!"
"Food poisoning!"
"What poison?"
"You don't understand, forget it!"
This kind of thing is not accidental. Liu Bancheng feels that this is inevitable and he had expected it.
He and Mei Hua hurried to the entrance of Xiangshan Hall one after the other. Seeing that everyone was about to squeeze in, Yang Yong took the lead and stood on the steps at the door to stop everyone.
No one listened to the greetings at all, and the calls to denounce Xiang Shan Tang became louder and louder.
He couldn't control himself at the first glance. Liu Bancheng pushed away the crowd and said, "Get out of the way. I'm Liu Bancheng. If you have anything to say to me."
As soon as he heard that it was Liu Bancheng, he had the final say, and the diners automatically made way for Liu Bancheng.
Liu Bancheng came to the steps and turned over and waved to everyone.
"My lords, my lords, please be quiet. I am Liu Bancheng. I am the master of Xiangshan Hall. If you have anything to say, please tell me."
An elderly man trimmed his beard and said loudly, "We, the three of us brothers, had dinner at your Xiangshan Hall at noon today. After returning home, we started to vomit and have diarrhea soon after. You can see this." Here we are, there is a problem with your food, tell us. Should we go to the judge or make compensation?"
Liu Bancheng saw many people in the crowd bending over, some were weak, and some were being supported. Some had some rubbish spitted on them. Some were already lying on their backs on the steps outside the door or in the corridor inside the Xiangshan Hall. Some were sitting, but they were languid.
Yang Yong, together with the chefs and the doctor, was visiting each patient one by one, feeling their foreheads and checking their pulses. They were very busy.
Liu Bancheng said, "Don't worry, everyone. We must maintain order and we will try our best to solve it. Please spread out the passage and maintain ventilation to facilitate the passage of people."
"Please rest assured that it will be cured soon. Don't worry. As for the cause, we will definitely find out and give you a satisfactory answer."
At this time, two more carriages came outside the door. One belonged to Lin Zongren and must belong to Prime Minister He.
Apart from the Prime Minister, there was also Jin Suo who got off the Prime Minister's car, and he also followed.
This was the second time Liu Bancheng met Jin Suo.
He is obviously much fairer than before, and his body is more handsome.
He didn't have time to say hello to Liu Bancheng, so he followed the prime minister into the Xiangshan Hall.
The prime minister did not have any communication with Liu Bancheng and went straight to the scene of the man lying down in the corridor.
After listening to the doctor's brief report, the prime minister repeated the doctor's words, "They vomited because they ate lunch."
The prime minister turned around and asked Liu Bancheng, "What did you eat for lunch today? Get a sample quickly!"
The female slaves had already packed the meals from the restaurant on the second floor for lunch in small boxes and showed them to the prime minister.
Because most of the people who have fallen down are diners on the second floor.
For lunch, we had mutton stewed in carrot soup, fried meat with green peppers, fried meatballs, and the staple food, oily noodle rolls. This should be a good dish, and there are several other side dishes. From the color and shape, there is no difference from usual.
Because everyone thought that something was wrong with the food they ate, no one dared to taste it.
Jin Suo took out a silver needle and pricked the fried meatballs. The tip of the needle that was pulled out instantly turned black. The people next to him were sighing when they saw it.
There was a problem with this dish. I tried another fried pork with green pepper. It was black again, so there is no need to try it again.
"Liu Bancheng was the first to say that there should be something wrong with these two dishes!"
After speaking, Liu Bancheng also learned to be mellow, and deliberately pulled the prime minister aside and said,
"Prime Minister, there is something wrong with today's dishes, but the oil used for cooking should be processed by Elephant Farm, with the owl symbol!"
The Prime Minister kept his head far away from halfway, as if he was hiding from the god of plague.
"What do you mean, oil or not, elephant farm or not, I don't understand? Please stand farther away from me!"
