Jun Jiuling

At this time, the Chengbei post station, thirty miles away from Yangcheng, had already fallen into the silence of the night.

The Chengbei post station is located at the junction of Yangcheng and Gaoping. The location and jurisdiction are a bit awkward. A fast horse can reach the two cities with a little effort. It's getting dilapidated.

But because the passing Taiyuan government officials rarely live here tonight, there is no room for horses in the stables, so they have to tie them in the front yard or even outside the door indiscriminately.

There was only one postman with an old soldier in the post station, and he was too busy to touch the ground, so he had to ask his family members to help.

When it was dark, most of the officials had already rested, but there were still lights on in some rooms.

After all, what happened during these days was too unimaginable, and it was inevitable that I couldn't help talking about it in private.

There are not many good houses in this post station, and naturally they are all given to high-ranking officials like Ma Zhifu. At this moment, this small adobe house is a low-ranking official.

He and his servants were squeezed into a room, and he slept on the bed, and the servants could only sleep on the floor.

It was a sultry summer night, and with the windows open, one could see a man in casual clothes making a bed inside, while another ordinary-looking servant with a beard stood aside with his hands down, looking thoughtful.

"How the hell did they find out?" he whispered.

The voice is soft and the tone is easy-going, which is incomparable with his status as a servant.

The man who made the bed turned around immediately upon hearing this.

"It's hard to say something like that," he said.

His voice was full-bodied, with a bit of official authority, but under the dim oil lamp, facing this servant with a respectful expression, it was very inconsistent with his identity.

"My lord..." the man who made the bed continued.

As soon as the voice came out, the servant suddenly raised his hand, and at the same time looked sharply at the window.

"Who's there?" he shouted.

Accompanied by his shouting, the person had reached the door and opened it.

There was an exclamation in front of the door, and someone staggered back.

This is a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old, with simple clothes and disheveled hair. In the night, she can only see the blackness on her face. She is holding a wooden barrel with boiling hot water in her hand.

She seemed to be passing by with a bucket, and was frightened by the person who came out suddenly, and stood there in panic, not daring to move.

"What are you doing?" the official came out and asked sternly.

The servant had retreated to his side, looking down at the girl.

"I, I'm the one who brought the water." The girl stammered, her voice was hoarse, and she pointed to a room next to her tremblingly.

There were also lights on in the house over there, and it was obvious that someone hadn't rested yet.

This girl... should be the family member of the postman.

The postman had an old wife and a daughter, who had been busy walking up and down the yard for a long time.

Officials don't care.

"Is there still hot water?" He asked casually.

The girl looked terrified.

"This is, this is what they want first." She said, afraid that the official would get angry, "I'll go burn it again, my lord, wait a moment."

The official waved his hand and turned around to go in, not to ask for hot water.

The girl saluted in a panic, and then walked towards the next room with the barrel in her hand.

The servant stood at the door and watched her, watching the girl knock on the door next to her, and a man who had already changed his underwear opened the door.

"My lord, your hot water." The girl said.

The man hummed, stretched out his hand to take it, and closed the door with one hand.

The girl let out a sigh of relief, raised her sleeves and wiped the sweat from her head and face. The ashes from the fire were all over her face. She patted her shoulders and walked quickly to the backyard without daring to rest.

The servant's eyes followed her all the time.

The girl walked slowly, with the undisciplined attitude of a country girl, shrugging her shoulders and shaking her neck from time to time to relieve her fatigue.

The servant stared at her closely, taking two steps and three steps until she turned the corner of the room.

The servant stood silently for a moment before turning around and entering the room and closing the door.

"Is there a problem?" asked the officer in the room.

The servant smiled.

"I can't think of it for the time being." He said, stopping the officials' questioning, "It's getting late, let's rest first."

The official didn't ask any more questions, but responded respectfully, and blew out the lights in the house.

The room was plunged into darkness.

"The bed is made, you can rest."

Said in a low voice in the dark.

Accompanied by the sound of rustling, everything was quiet after a while.

In the silent night, a figure turned over from the dilapidated half of the earthen wall of the inn. Through the faint starlight, one could see that it was a girl, wearing only the inner garment and holding the coat in her arms.

Her face was as black as the night, only her eyes were shining like stars.

Today is not in vain, a title of an adult at least confirms one thing, that is enough, this place can no longer stay.

run.

run.

She climbed over the wall, didn't care to put on her clothes, and ran wildly, disappearing between the ups and downs of the ravine.

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Outside the alley of Lin's house, Liu'er's crying continued.

Old Madam Fang's heart was blocked from crying.

"What nonsense are you talking about!" she shouted, "If you are fine, you will die and live. You are cursing your lady."

"That's not your miss, it's easy for you to say." Liu'er cried.

Old lady Fang was so angry that her heart ached.

"She's my granddaughter," she shouted.

"How about your granddaughter? It's not as important as your grandson." Liu'er cried, pointing at Fang Chengyu, "He's cured now, my lady is useless, you don't need to offend anyone for my lady."

Old Madam Fang's face was livid, and she didn't come up in one breath and staggered.

Fang Chengyu quickly reached out to support him.

"Liu'er, stop talking." He said, "Grandma didn't mean that."

"I don't care what you mean." Liu'er cried, and rushed straight to the alley of the Lin family, "If you don't look for it, I will."

The members of the Lin family had been on guard against her for a long time and squeezed to block her. Although they didn't beat her up like before, they took advantage of Liu'er's rush and pushed Liu'er to the ground.

Liu'er wiped away her tears and stood up again.

Fang Jinxiu lowered her gaze.

"Look at it, look at it." Patriarch Lin said, sighing, "Get out of the way, let her find it."

The members of the Lin family stepped aside, and Liu'er rushed in crying.

Old Madam Fang's face was livid, Fang Chengyu gently patted her heart.

"How about, Mrs. Fang, you can rest and wait with us." Patriarch Lin said, "It's not that we don't want someone, of course we want someone."

Just don't make such a fuss, look for it calmly and peacefully.

The officials also nodded again and again, this is the best, it is beneficial to both parties, everyone looks good, and it can also resolve the discussions that arose today.

Before the old lady Fang spoke, Fang Chengyu smiled at them.

"Please wait a moment, I have something to say to my grandmother," he said.

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The monthly ticket double started today.

Many people have reserved the monthly pass for me until now, thank you, now it is time to vote for the sprint.

And friends who have voted in advance to help me lay the foundation for the current list, thank you for making us not so hard to follow the list.

In short, thank you everyone, then the three days at the end of the month will be handed over to you, and I will prepare for the next 517 days, when there will be a new battle.