After sending Taoist Xuantian away, Zhang Xiu stood by the river and couldn't help but be stunned for a while when he looked at the reward he had received.
[God has the virtue of good life, you successfully released Taoist Xuantian, and you will be rewarded with three thousand years of experience in flying in the clouds and mists]
Three thousand years of experience...Does this include all of the Imperial Master's previous lives?
Teng Yun Jia Wu is a good thing. In the future, it seems to be more convenient to use it to deceive and abduct, release Zhao Ji, etc.?
Seeing that it was getting late, Zhang Xiu found a nearby inn and checked in.
The inn was a bit shabby, but Zhang Xiu had a whim while setting up a banquet during the day. After working as a cook for most of the day, he was a little tired, so he lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
During a moment of drowsiness, Zhang Xiu vaguely saw the figure of a young woman on the wall, like a painting hanging there.
Zhang Xiu opened his eyes drowsily and found a beautiful girl in the painting, with a grimace on her face, her tongue hanging out, and a noose hanging around her neck.
While sleeping, a hangman suddenly appeared. Zhang Xiu suddenly woke up and asked with concern: "Girl, you look in pain, do you need my help? To be honest, I have experience in hanging myself." I can teach you everything I have, and I won’t keep any secrets!"
The expression on the hanged man's face suddenly changed to one of shock, his mouth was open, and he was speechless for a long time: "..."
Thank you so much!
After hanging on the wall for a while, the girl couldn't bear it anymore. She slowly walked down from the wall and came to Zhang Xiu with a resentful look on her face.
Zhang Xiu looked at her frightened and aggrieved face, smiled slightly, and said: "Girl, there is no need to scare me. If you have any grievances, you can tell me and I will help you redress!"
The woman sighed and said: "How could you and I meet each other by chance and dare to entrust each other with big things? However, the bones under the nine springs have been withered for so many years. The tongue cannot be retracted and the noose cannot be taken off. It is really miserable. Please. Please, let the innkeeper cut down the beams and burn them, and you will be as kind to me as a mountain."
Zhang Xiu nodded and said: "You wait here first, I will ask the store."
After that, he put on his shoes and came outside, called the shopkeeper, and asked: "Shopkeeper, I have something to ask you, is there a woman here who committed suicide by hanging from a beam here?"
The shopkeeper's expression changed slightly and he said: "Reporting to Mr. Qingtian, a girl named Mei did hang herself here before.
More than ten years ago, this was the Mei family's residence. One night a thief came in and was caught by the Mei family. He was taken to the county government and handed over to Dian Shi.
Unexpectedly, Dianshi accepted a bribe of three hundred coins from the thief, and actually framed Mei's daughter for committing adultery with the thief. He also detained Mei's daughter in the hall and asked her to test whether she was innocent.
After Mei Nu heard about it, she hanged herself. Soon, the Mei family also passed away one after another, and the house belonged to me. Over the years, travelers who stayed at my inn often said they saw ghosts and strange things, but they could never calm her down. "
Zhang Xiu's face darkened slightly when he heard this, and he asked: "For a mere three hundred coins, he committed human life and ruined his innocence. If he is such a vicious official, it would not be enough for the people to be angry if he did not kill him! Whose surname is Dian Shi? Is he still alive today? "
When the shopkeeper heard that Zhang Xiu wanted to eliminate harm for the people, he quickly said: "The man's name is Wang Er, and he works in the government office. He was originally just a scoundrel, but he spent money to buy this smelly official, put on a black gauze hat, and had a broken nose. It stood upright and pointed toward the sky!
There is no right or wrong in his official position. Whoever has money is his biological father. He has wronged many innocent people. This wrathful thing is now in the hands of Master Qingtian, and his death is imminent! "
Zhang Xiu nodded and said: "If you want your inn to no longer be haunted, you need to saw off and burn the beam where Mei Nu was hanged. Are you willing?"
The shopkeeper looked a little embarrassed: "Sir, it will cost too much to tear down the roof and replace the beams. My business is not good to begin with, so I can't afford it."
Zhang Xiuyi smiled: "Of course, the dog official Wang Er will come out with the money. I will give it to him first, and then I will ask him for interest in the future."
As he spoke, he took out a banknote from his sleeve and placed it on the table.
The shopkeeper quickly thanked him and went out to find someone overnight, preparing to start work at dawn.
Zhang Xiu returned to the guest room and saw Mei Nu still waiting aside, and said: "The shopkeeper has promised to replace the beam you hanged on, and you will be free tomorrow."
"In addition, I am Mr. Qingtian of Jinhua Mansion. I will go to the government office tomorrow to help you redress your grievances."
Mei Nu said in surprise: "Thank you, Mr. Qingtian. To be honest, I was reincarnated in Zhan Xiaolian's house on the day I died. Just because my revenge has not been avenged, my soul remains here.
When the great revenge is avenged, please make a small bag with new cloth, put my ghost in it, and take it to Zhan's house, and then the little girl can return to the world. "
Zhang Xiu looked at Mei Nu, frowned and said, "Zhan Xiaolian, it sounds a bit familiar, oh, I remembered, you were reincarnated into a wealthy family!"
Mei Nu: "..."
Listening to the words of the Qingtian Master, he seems to have a bit of gangster spirit!
Before dawn, the construction workers arrived. After replacing the beams and burning them, Yan Feng put Mei Nu, who had returned to normal appearance, into his own skin and followed Zhang Xiu to the government office.
After announcing his name, Zhang Xiu came to the backyard of the government office.
The magistrate of Hangzhou, named Bai Jia, seemed to be hosting a banquet to entertain a high-ranking official from Beijing. He asked Zhang Xiu to be moved to a side hall and a banquet was placed.
Zhang Xiu ate at the banquet, smiled and looked at the master who was accompanying the wine, and asked: "This government office is really lively today. I don't know which of the adults from the court is here. Maybe I know him."
The master smiled and said: "My master is hosting a banquet with the current Minister of Civil Affairs. He is here to evaluate his political performance and prepare to promote my master to serve in Beijing."
Zhang Xiu was slightly startled: "Hangzhou Prefecture has suffered from floods for many years, and the people can hardly live anymore. How can your master still be promoted?"
The master smiled meaningfully and said: "Sir, you are young and do not yet understand the secrets of officialdom. The power to promote and demote officials lies in the hands of the superiors, not in the hands of the people.
If your boss likes you, you are a good official and you love the people. But what can the people do to promote you? "
Hearing this, Zhang Xiu showed a learned look on his face, and then asked in a low voice: "How much money do you need to be promoted to the capital?"
The master smiled and said nothing, just turned over his palms.
Zhang Xiu took a breath: "One hundred thousand taels?"
The master nodded and said: "Including the money that opened the door, it's just a lot more. But don't be envious, sir. As the saying goes, it takes three years to clear the magistrate's office and one hundred thousand snowflakes of silver. Sir, you are young and you should be able to earn so much in a few years."
Zhang Xiu looked at Yan Feng and sighed: "I really didn't expect that it would be so difficult to get promoted. By the way, Brother Yan, how much money have we earned since we have been in Jinhua Mansion for more than a year?"
Yan Feng stretched out three fingers, and the master showed a surprised expression when he saw this: "Thirty thousand taels is a lot."
Yan Feng showed a disdainful expression: "It's three million taels."
Master: "..."
I don’t know the secret of officialdom, but the secret of making money, my master may not even be able to figure out the shadow of the Qingtian Master!
(End of chapter)
