I went back to the courtyard where I lived alone and learned the official methods, the ordinary ones.
Looking through the book "Fazheng" again, it is quite mysterious. I tried running it again, and I felt like I was approaching the gods.
Just as Jian Yi was about to remind him, Cheng Yun had already started running his own skills and was calm.
I have to ask Lord Song, can I not practice this technique?
After taking out the dwarf liar's hidden spirit technique and practicing it several times, he was able to suppress his breath in the fifth realm of bone forging. As for whether it could block the fortune telling, Cheng Yun couldn't feel it.
Standing in the yard, practicing boxing and swordplay, I thought about it and wrote a letter to send tomorrow.
Song Weiyi called Cheng Yun over at night and confessed two cases. One was that the guards of the Zhou Dynasty secretly injured a street vendor, and the other was that the son of Chen Yuan, the minister of the Ministry of official affairs, was jealous and injured a wealthy businessman in Qingxu Tower.
I asked Song Weiyi about the Kung Fu. He knew that Cheng Yun had a feeling of worshiping gods and immortals. He looked strange and asked Cheng Yun that Lao Zhang didn't tell him about the Kung Fu.
What else is going on with the exercises?
Song Weiyi didn't know why Lao Zhang didn't tell Cheng Yun. Could it be considered a test? Don't do unnecessary things and let Chengyun think for himself.
However, I still tell Chengyun that there is no harm in not practicing. If you continue to practice, the higher the realm, the higher the position, and the better the treatment will naturally be.
"Then what's the difference in position and salary between those in the same realm and those who don't practice this technique?"
"The evaluation by the Ministry of Civil Affairs will be more difficult."
"Who passed down this technique?"
Song Weiyi took up his pen and wrote the word Taifu, then waved his hand to shred the paper, and Cheng Yun stepped back.
Li Qizhong, the Taifu of the Sangling Kingdom, was also the president of the Metropolitan Procuratorate. He was the uncle of the current Emperor of the Sangling Kingdom. He also served as the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel and the Ministry of Etiquette, and he was famous all over the world.
Ben Ben sat on that chair himself, but he supported the current emperor to ascend the throne, suppressed the rebellion of the eldest princess, and was regarded as a saint by many scholars.
But Song Weiyi wrote Taifu and didn't even dare to write his name.
In addition, the eldest princess won the hearts of the people at the time, and there are still overt and covert forces in the country of Sang Ling to revive the old history even though it was more than thirty years ago.
First, I went to the shopping street to eat the stir-fried chopped noodles that I had wanted to try for a long time, along with a bowl of bacon porridge. I chatted with the sad-looking boss and said that it tasted better with stuffed beans. This was how it was often eaten in the Prince Zhou's palace.
I went back to the third place and went to the vendor's house with the other four people.
He was stabbed in the chest. The vendor with a sallow face told everyone that the guard had embezzled half of the money he owed him on credit for buying stuffed beans from the palace, and he was stabbed when he couldn't get the money. If he hadn't escaped faster, he would have died.
Before leaving, Cheng Yun asked the vendor how to pair the stuffed beans with minced noodles. The vendor was puzzled, but he still replied that there was a noodle shop next to his stall and he often ate it with it and it tasted good.
Following Shi Zi and Xiang Shang to Prince Zhou's Mansion, Tong Xiangqi and Pu Yifang went to the shopping street to inquire.
Seeing that the steward of the side house was looking for a casualty guard and had already prepared the money owed on credit and the cost of medicine, Shi Zi took a step back and let Cheng Yun take over.
According to the law, the two parties had to meet to resolve the matter privately, but they showed disdain and took the guards with them to see what was going on.
Naturally, Shi Zi didn't want to offend anyone in Prince Zhou's palace after he retreated, even if he was the guard of a concubine.
Cheng Yun first handed over his hand and thanked the manager, then leaned closer and said that the vendor was also short of money that day. He got a little impatient and had a conflict with the guard. He learned a lesson from this injury.
But I really feel sorry for bothering Jiang because of my impatience, and I will definitely come to apologize later.
The steward and the guard glanced at Cheng Yun with a smile and kept silent about the embezzlement. It was indeed smart. However, if the vendor thing was nonsense, it would be more serious if it really caused trouble in the future than it was today.
"Guard Wu is also here for the sake of the family, but no matter what, it's wrong to hurt people, you still have to go and take a look."
Seeing this, Xiang Shang also raised the corners of his mouth a little, thinking that he was smart. The people in Prince Zhou's palace were not the fools in other places and could be coaxed away casually.
Before Tong Xiangqi and Pu Yifang could use the wake-up call to send an order to go back first, Shi Zi said something clever in his heart and was happy to see Cheng Lun make a fool of himself.
The steward walked in first, and the vendor quickly got down from the bed, thanking and apologizing.
He said that the child was sick that day and needed money urgently. He was so anxious that he misremembered the day when the family paid the money. He spoke vulgarly to Mr. Liang. He deserved the stabbing. He wanted to come to apologize after he recovered, but he didn't expect Manager Wu to come to him in person. coming.
I glanced at Cheng Lun behind me and saw that things were going well, so I put on a smile.
"My nephew is not sensible anymore. Everyone has his own difficulties. That day Mr. Liang was in a panic because he had not eaten the stuffed beans. My nephew was about to buy more from you, but he accidentally remembered the conflict."
When the vendor heard this, he scolded his child angrily, saying, "Whenever does the child get sick? It's when Mr. Liang wants to eat stuffed beans."
The steward waved his hand and asked how the child was doing. The vendor quickly said it was okay and he was fine.
The steward took out the money and said, "This money is considered as medical expenses. After all, it was Guard Wu who injured you, so you have to take it, otherwise we will be said to be bullying others."
At a glance, Cheng Yun saw that it was twice as much money as before.
The vendor accepted it gratefully, and the steward added: "Master Liang recommended the stuffed beans to Mrs. Liang, so I hope you will get well soon and make more. Wu Guard will buy them from you then."
He turned around and scolded his nephew for being reckless, and tried to curb his bad temper in the future.
The two parties apologized and thanked each other, and the matter settled into a minor conflict over inappropriate words.
The steward asked Cheng Yun's name and said that Brother Cheng was a good man and we could have more contact with him in the future.
They went back to the third office to record the case. Shi Zi and Xiang Shang couldn't take the credit even if they wanted to. After all, it was just a small conflict.
Cheng Yun didn't care. He invited four people to dinner as a return gift for yesterday. The five people at the dinner table were harmonious and looked nothing like they had just met.
After eating, Cheng Yun still felt a little hungry, so he went back to the shopping street and ate some fried noodles. This time he mixed it with stuffed beans and it tasted really good.
A woman next to her led her child and handed Cheng Yun a portion of stuffed beans and a portion of stir-fried noodles. He just needed to heat them up when he went home.
The stuffed beans were made by the woman's husband, who was now lying in bed recovering from his injuries.
The old lady fried the noodles, and now she is pushing the money back to Cheng Yun.
Cheng Yun waved his hands and stood up to apologize. The woman and the old man were frightened and confused, but Cheng Yun smiled.
Although this situation is here, both the theory and the law are untrue, and I can only use this to make up for my shortcomings in the theory and law.
Even if the vendor's family doesn't understand, they even think it is a huge kindness.
Of course, it is an unexpected bonus for the vendors to sell more of their stuffed beans.
He gave half to Mr. Song and was pulled to eat some together. Mr. Song didn't know how to cook. Cheng Yun tried to make some by himself according to the recipe he learned before. The taste was good, but it was too salty. Mr. Song couldn't get used to it. .
Asked Chengyun if he could drink, he shook his head to show that he was still young. Mr. Song laughed and scolded him for already leaning up and stroking the pillow at sixteen.
Seeing Cheng Yun's face full of confusion, he laughed to cover it up.
He drank a little too much and couldn't keep his mouth shut, but he was really smart at what he did, and he was much prettier than Lao Zhang back then.
"I'm going to Qingxu Tower to investigate tomorrow. What are your thoughts?"
Cheng Yun finished eating the fried noodles and put the remaining beans into his mouth.
"The son of Chen Shilang of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, his status is indeed noble, but the wealthy businessman is in the mineral materials business and has relations with the Ministry of Household and Military Affairs. I can only find these, but how did this kind of case get into the hands of our three offices?"
Song Weiyi was very satisfied. He did not judge the matter itself, but started from the background. Standing at another height, he would naturally see more things and would not make stupid mistakes.
"The one thing that was thrown to us was that the chief inspector used to be Chief Qian under the general of the town."
The meaning is very clear. Behind the wealthy businessmen are the generals of the town.
Qingxu Tower is an art room, a place where men and women who practice folk arts can display their talents and earn a living, but there are also some so-called elegant activities.
Being jealous is the so-called elegance.
"You still have to go and find out. Just take a step and take a look."
After leaving Mr. Song's courtyard, there were three courtyards just around the corner and walked for half a quarter of an hour. Mr. Song was really used to being alone, so he had no choice but to drink and have a few romantic affairs.
Taking out the sign given by Butcher Zhang, he could learn a lot of things, all relying on this thing, because some information in the village could be shared with him. Why could the information in the foreign village of Sanling be traced to the imperial capital?
The dwarf liar once told Cheng Yun that their master was like a turbulent stream, and spreading a country was not for power, but only to sweep away the turbidity.
In the morning, I originally wanted to ask nearby vendors for more information. As I sat there eating noodles, I could see that the boss was more worried and haggard than others who were more or less gloating about his misfortune.
When he was about to ask, the sign given by the butcher warmed up in his arms. A vendor put down his burden and asked the little brother if he wanted to buy the book. Don't be in a hurry. Let's take a look first and then decide.
Opening a storybook that was handed over, it was written about the relationship between the vendors. The steward of the side room of Prince Zhou's mansion and the wounding guard were both named Wu.
When I bought the storybook, it came with a small booklet, which is a small method that inspires me to find a place and change it every day. The storybook also contains a relatively detailed introduction to Qing Xulou, as well as some information about Chen Shilang and the wealthy businessman.
Then I learned about the general of Zhenfu from Song Weiyi. Who could be the person in charge of these things?
Cheng Yun feels that this is much more interesting than reading. Unfortunately, many things are contrary to his own ideas. If there are some choices at that time, it is inevitable that there will be no suffering similar to the mental calamity.
I need to cook more, and Mr. Song is a good food taster.
