Dali Temple Small Dining Room

  Chapter 375 New Year's Day Dessert (11)

  The day before Xiaonian, Tang Yuan, A Bing and his party finally returned to Chang'an from Xianyang with Lao Yuan's body, and began to deal with Lao Yuan's funeral.

  When something like this happened, Tang Yuan would not be able to leave, needless to say, and A Bing would also accompany Tang Yuan.

   In this way, Wen Mingtang couldn't leave the public kitchen anymore. He had to wait for the New Year's Eve, when the annual holiday officially started, before he could go to see Tangyuan and the others.

"After all, it's a festive festival like the New Year's Eve. Tang Yuan's family does ceremonial affairs. The neighbors feel pity for Tang Yuan's orphaned daughter and take care of her. But some of them don't look very good. I dare not say this rule clearly, but the murmurs in private are not small at all, and it is clear that they are talking to them." Some handymen took advantage of their leisure time in the afternoon. After going to see the glutinous rice balls, they couldn't help but come back." Bah" took a sip, and cursed, "It's true that the tree fell and the monkeys scattered, all kinds of monsters and ghosts have come out!"

"I think Lao Yuan's death was not at the right time, and there are still a few familiar faces in those neighbors who have a good New Year's Eve but are unlucky! When the family members were implicated in the case and were almost framed for murder, they did not hesitate to trust the old man." Yuan helped, now that old Yuan's body is still cold, he immediately changed his face," swallowed a mouthful of rice, and the handyman cursed, "It's really warm-hearted and cold-hearted, wolf-hearted!"

   "Is it true that Lord Yan still needs to avoid taking people during the New Year's festival? It is stipulated that no one is allowed to die during the New Year?" The handyman snorted, "These people really wasted Lao Yuan's kindness back then!"

  Wen Mingtang scooped out the remaining meatball soup in the pot and brought it over, and said to the servants: "There are few people here to eat today, and there is more soup, so let's share it with everyone!"

   Seeing this, several handymen thanked Wen Mingtang one after another, and then asked Wen Mingtang: "Master Wen is on vacation tomorrow, so why don't you leave Beijing!"

  Wen Mingtang's situation is known to everyone.

  Wen Mingtang nodded, not hiding it from the crowd, and said, "As soon as it's released tomorrow, I'll go to see the glutinous rice balls." He couldn't help asking them again, "Did you see that Ji Cai bought it?"

  It’s a young year, even if you haven’t left the yamen, you can hear the lively noise from the street and one or two bursts of firecrackers from time to time when you walk to the gate of the yamen.

  New Year’s Day is lively and festive, at least for most people in this world.

   Ji Cai’s annual leave, like most Dali Temple officials, has not been used up. It would have been okay to take it earlier, but thinking that Lao Yuan’s sympathy money has not yet been settled, Wen Mingtang is a little worried.

   Tomorrow is going to be a holiday, Mr. Zhao is supposed to just nod and get a seal, why is there no news?

  Everything changes when it is too late. It took two days to get a seal...Wen Mingtang felt a little uneasy: in Yeting, when receiving the monthly payment, the situation of being harshly deducted and made things difficult by the stewards and mothers came to my mind.

  Although it was changed from the palace to Dali Temple, no matter where it was changed to, some things remained the same under the sun.

  Of course she didn't think that Zhao Mengzhuo would make things difficult for him. The dignified Minister of Dali Temple, Mr. Zhao, who was about to retire in two years, couldn't afford to hold on to such a trivial matter. Furthermore, looking at the past, Zhao Mengzhuo is not such a person.

  Look at the big things, let the people under him do the small things, this is Zhao Mengzhuo's way of doing things in the past.

  Although Wen Mingtang and the others were saddened by Lao Yuan's death, it was a big event for Tangyuan, but in Zhao Mengzhuo's eyes, it was just a trivial matter.

  Since this is the case, how come there is no news yet? Thinking of what happened in the capital in recent days, Wen Mingtang had a vague guess in his heart.

  The handymen lamented the matter of Lao Yuan, and after eating evening food, they began to tidy up the public kitchen.

  If there is no accident, it will be the Lantern Festival after the public kitchen starts the fire. When I think of the Lantern Festival, I can't help but think of the glutinous rice balls.

  Tangyuan’s mother’s surname is Xiao. When she was alive, everyone called her “Miss Xiao”.

  Wen Mingtang stood in the courtyard of the public kitchen, not disturbing the servants inside to clean up the public kitchen. When the handymen clean up, the public kitchen will be locked up.

   Ji Caimai hasn't come here yet, if that's the case, she might have to go to Ji Caimai's house to find someone to ask about the situation.

  When planning to visit Ji Caimai on New Year's Eve tomorrow, Ji Caimai's figure finally appeared at the door of the public kitchen just as the servants were about to leave.

   "Come here and put a lock." When Ji Caimai arrived, he handed a red envelope to each of the handymen who were about to leave with rags and buckets after packing up, and said, "Happy New Year!"

  The handymen took it in surprise, and hurriedly returned a few auspicious words to Wen Mingtang next to Ji Caimai, and then left with their things.

   After the handymen left, Ji Caimai turned to look at Wen Mingtang, and the smile that was barely squeezed on his face faded immediately.

Although he had changed into a new shirt from head to toe, and he looked very young, but there was not much joy in his brows, instead he was full of exhaustion. Facing Wen Mingtang, Ji Caimai didn't talk nonsense, and said: "This sympathetic to money Things turned upside down."

  Wen Mingtang was not surprised by this, but just asked Ji Caimai: "Where is the twist?" As he spoke, he tentatively asked, "Master Zhao refuses?"

   "It has nothing to do with Mr. Zhao!" Ji Caimai shook his head and said, "Our Mr. Zhao always prefers one thing less than one more thing. We won't make troubles on such trivial matters. It's still a matter of the internal affairs office!"

  When Wen Mingtang heard the words "Internal Affairs Yamen", he nodded and said: "I guess it must have happened there."

"The Concubine Jing in that palace is really sitting in the deep palace, only caring about her own purse, so she doesn't care about other people's lives?" Since there was no one else, Ji Caimai didn't bother to hide it, and said to Wen Mingtang, "One piece To her, human life is just on paper, a number in the household registration records of the people of Darong, and she doesn't care at all."

"Old Yuan had an accident on business, but he is a coachman, not an official, servant, petty official, etc. Although he is a member of the yamen, the money has to be released from the yamen of internal affairs." Ji Caimai frowned, not forgetting to remind Wen Mingtang , "You and I are the same."

"After Mr. Zhao got the seal here, I took the note of Mr. Zhao's seal and went to the internal affairs office," Ji Caimai said here, because of the anger accumulated in the past two days, he couldn't help raising his voice a little, " The internal affairs yamen said that Lao Yuan didn’t run the internal affairs yamen and asked him to buy goods, and what happened has nothing to do with the internal affairs yamen!”

  Wen Mingtang immediately understood: "They want to shirk? Then the yamen was in charge of such things in the past?"

Ji Caimai said: "Since the founding of our dynasty, we have been managed by the internal affairs office for hundreds of years, but now, I have met the one who shirks the blame! I have lived for most of my life, and this is the first time I have seen such a search. Not even doing superficial work!"

"This Concubine Jing is really not afraid of making things worse?" Hearing this, Wen Mingtang couldn't help taking a breath, and said, "Concubine Yi Jing's status in the palace is as powerful as it is now. Old Yuan I'm afraid the sympathetic money is not enough for a pendant on her hairpin. Why do you even have to deduct this money so harshly?"

   "Who knows if Concubine Jing is crazy?" Ji Caimai moved her lips angrily. Although she didn't make a sound, the shape of her mouth seemed to be swearing.

  This Concubine Jing really only cared about eating meat and drinking soup for herself, and she wouldn't even give any scum to others.

  After Ji Caimai's "silent abuse" stopped, Wen Mingtang asked Ji Caimai: "Old Yuan can't die in vain! Then how should we deal with this matter now? Make a fuss?"

   When Ji Caimai heard Wen Mingtang mentioning "making trouble", his face showed a little appreciation, and he couldn't help secretly feeling that the person who came out of Yeting really knew it.

   "However, you need to pay attention to this trouble, you can't make it indiscriminately!" At this point, Ji Caimai stopped, thought for a moment, and said, "Then Concubine Jing is so crazy... Maybe I don't need to wait to come forward."

  (end of this chapter)