Peerless Pirates

After Lan Xiangming got up, under the service of the servants, he dressed neatly and walked out of the house leisurely (the latest chapter of The Strongest Fighting Immortal).

"Master Lan, you got up early today. Do you want to eat now?" a handyman asked carefully.

Lan Xiangming patted him on the shoulder and said, "You brat, you are asking questions knowingly. Is it necessary to eat so early?"

The handyman laughed twice but said nothing.

Lan Xiangming imitated the official manner, put his hands behind his back, and tried hard to learn the official steps twice. Unfortunately, his little fat legs didn't obey the command, and he still took small steps when he walked out. Lan Xiangming didn't seem to know, and he still walked slowly.

As he walked, six or seven handymen followed him. Soon, several people arrived in a nearby yard.

"Keep an eye on this place." Lan Xiangming ordered, and two handymen stood at the door, watching what was going on around them.

Opening the courtyard door, there were several warehouses side by side. Walking to the leftmost one, Lan Xiangming took out the key and opened the warehouse. The handyman next to him lit the oil lamp, and the room immediately became bright.

I saw several piles of white bags densely packed inside, with a large red word "military" printed on the bags. Seeing these goods, Lan Xiangming smiled on his face. The helpers had red eyes.

Guang, all of them rubbed their hands together.

"Master Lan, how much will you get this time?" asked a handyman (the latest chapter of Kuai Dao Zhan).

"Get a bag first."

"So few?"

"Stop your fucking head!" Lan Xiangming stretched out his hand. The handyman quickly ducked down and let Lan Xiangming slap him on the head.

Lan Xiangming chuckled twice, "In our car, we can only put one bag in the mezzanine at a time, so we can't put so many. Why are you in a hurry? Take your time."

"That's what Mr. Lan said." The handyman said with a smile, "However, there is a lot of goods this time, and the Imperial Army cannot use them all."

"Do you still need to tell me?" Lan Xiangming glared at him, "From now on, we will make one bag every day. We will have to make seven or eight bags of this batch of goods no matter what."

"Seven or eight bags? Isn't that nearly a thousand pounds?"

"You kid can't do math? One bag weighs one hundred and twenty pounds, eight bags weighs nine hundred and sixty pounds. How much does it cost?" Lan Xiangming's eyes flashed, "By the way, it was agreed over there?"

The busboy laughed hurriedly and said, "We have agreed long ago that the price given over there for this kind of fine salt is one hundred and fifty cents per catty."

"It's only 150 yuan, which is cheap!" Lan Xiangming was a little dissatisfied.

The handyman hurriedly explained, "Master Lan, you also know that they are also selling it secretly over there. The Ji family is not easy to mess with. They check it from time to time. This kind of first-grade salt can indeed be sold for more than 250 yuan."

But people have to take risks, right? If the Ji family finds out that they are selling private goods there, they will never let them sell salt on their behalf again. They..."

"Okay, don't explain it to me." Lan Xiangming waved his hand impatiently, "If it weren't for the fact that the business there was reliable and there were no mistakes, I wouldn't have sold him the salt so cheaply."

"Yes, yes, I tell them every time to be careful and don't make any mistakes." The handyman responded repeatedly.

"Well, you guys are busy (read the full text of Eavesdropping Eyes)." Lan Xiangming ordered.

Several government officials took out the small bags they carried with them. One of them opened a bag of salt and started filling it into the small bag. Soon, a bag of salt was packed. The empty salt bag was placed aside in a large bag.

In the basket.

"Let's go." Lan Xiangming saw that it was quite fast for a few people and nodded with satisfaction.

After several people went out, Lan Xiangming locked the door of the warehouse again and put the key in his arms.

There were several carts parked in the yard. Several servants walked to a cart in the middle. This cart was exactly the same as the other carriages, and there was no difference. However, the servants obviously knew the tricks inside.

One stepped forward and knocked on a wooden board, which made a hollow sound. Then he took out a small dagger from his arms and gently pried it on the wooden board, revealing a black hole underneath.

Several yamen carefully poured the salt into the black hole. During this period, two yamen also lifted the shaft of the car and rocked the car back and forth, so that the poured salt could be more densely distributed at the bottom of the car.

Soon, several small bags of salt were put in, leaving only one small bag with some remaining.

"What's going on? Why are there a few kilograms left? Is the salt inside not filled enough?" the handyman said to himself suspiciously. But he knew that this car was specially built for stealing salt, so he filled it up.

It's exactly one hundred and twenty kilograms, and the error is no more than half a kilogram. This situation of two or three kilograms remaining has never happened before.

"What's wrong?" Lan Xiangming stepped forward.

"I don't know why, but there are still more than two kilograms of salt left." The handyman shook the small bag in his hand in confusion.

"Is it not compacted inside? Then the car is shaking."

The handymen moved the cart closer again, but the hole was still full and there was no gap at all.

"Is this bag of military salt heavy?" a handyman asked (read the full text of Martial Arts: Kung Fu Superstar).

"Probably not. Each of the Ji family's salt bags weighs one hundred and twenty kilograms. The weight can be one or two taels more at most, not two or three kilograms more all at once."

"It doesn't matter that there are so many." Lan Xiangming waved his hand, "Close the wooden board first. Save the extra ones for next time."

"Okay!" the servant responded, quickly closing the wooden board and restoring it to its original state. The servant knocked on the wooden board again, and the sound became dull, as if the inside was solid. Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"In a moment, you rush to the city to pull sesame oil, and put out the salt on the way." Lan Xiangming ordered again.

"Don't worry, Mr. Lan, everything is ready. If you are familiar with the road, you won't make any mistakes." The handyman was full of confidence.

"Then you have to be careful. If something goes wrong, both you and I will lose our heads." Lan Xiangming warned seriously.

The handymen naturally responded carefully.

Lan Xiangming also looked suspiciously at the more than two kilograms of military salt that was not loaded in, and thought to himself, is there debris piled up inside the car? This is possible. After pouring salt out so many times, there should be residual salt scale inside.

.It seems that I will try to get more cars like this in the future to avoid having to dump them again and again, which is too troublesome.

Naturally, Lan Xiangming didn't know that the reason for the error was that the bag of salt he just poured out was the poisonous salt prepared by Song Zheng. Since the mixture of arsenic and alum plus Mongolian sweat medicine is still denser than

Pure table salt is smaller, so the best

The density of the final mixture of poisonous salt is slightly smaller than that of pure table salt of the same volume. Although it cannot be seen in the bag, if the poisonous salt is measured according to the volume of pure table salt, there is still a gap. This is why there is

The reason why there are more than two kilograms of military salt left.

Of course, Lan Xiangming did not realize at this time that this reselling would actually lead to his death. Even Song Zheng did not expect that the trigger for the outbreak of the poisonous salt case was not within the military, but

It's at the Duke's Mansion.

Song Zheng, Hou Zhonglian and others stood in the examination team and all smiled bitterly. It turned out that this year's examination was different from the past and became more stringent (the latest chapter of Infinite Bloody Evolution). All the quilts brought by the examination were

No entry is allowed. Only food boxes and inkstones are allowed, not even paper. Not only that, the body search is also stricter.

The team moved forward slowly, until at exactly the right time, it was Song Zheng and others' turn. Ten people entered each time, and Song Zheng, Hou Zhonglian and four others were put in.

Just after stepping through the first door, a sarcastic-faced government official pulled Song Zheng to the far left and said, "Throw the clothes aside, put down the dowry, untie the clothes, and take off the shoes." The voice was cold and without any emotion.

Song Zheng took a look and saw that there was already a pile of clothes and quilts piled up on one side of the yard. They were piled up like a hill and were colorful. In front of him, there were several disheveled men holding shoes and socks in one hand and shoes and socks in the other.

Holding the testimonials, they queued up in a very embarrassed manner.

"What are you looking at? Hurry up!" the officer yelled again.

Song Zheng sighed, put down his clothes, quilt and dowry with some reluctance, unbuttoned his clothes, took off his shoes and socks, and stood upright.

The officer stretched out his hand and picked up the quilt, then flicked it hard and threw it to the "mountain of clothes and quilts" on the side. Then he squatted down, opened the dowry, and first took a look at the identity card inside.

, and then turned over other things.

The rice paper was taken out, and no scraps of paper could be brought into the examination room. The two writing brushes were also unscrewed and stuffed to see if there were any cheat sheets inside. As for the pastries, they were all broken open and inspected one by one.

After checking the dowry, the yamen servant stood up, took Song Zheng's shoes, looked at and touched them up and down, left and right, and then handed them back to Song Zheng. Then, the yamen servant lifted up Song Zheng's inner and outer clothes and looked at the collar.

Finally, he said coldly, "Unbutton your pants!"

Song Zheng was startled, what are you doing? You have to unbutton your pants? At this time, the person in front of you turned around, smiled helplessly, and gave Song Zheng a look, which meant, "Brother,

Take it off quickly, everyone is the same."

"Hurry up!" the yamen servant urged. Song Zheng looked to one side. Hou Zhonglian, Cong Ge and Kong Fan all started to unbutton their pants helplessly. Their faces were as ugly as they could be (begging for a living in the world)

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Alas, this is what happened, so Song Zheng reluctantly untied his pants. The officer took out Song Zheng's belt, checked it, then took off his pants to check, and even unzipped his underwear to take a look inside.

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"You're not a young guy." The Yamen servant muttered in a low voice, and then asked Song Zheng to put on his clothes, which made Song Zheng dumbfounded.

After a lot of trouble, the inspection was finally completed. Song Zheng and others also followed the previous example, holding the dowry in one hand and shoes and socks in the other, stepping on the stone road with bare eyes. Their expressions were so shameful and angry that they were dying of shame.

This is the first inspection. At the second door, everything is repeated again, the inspection is more careful, and the panties are all removed to the crook of the feet. The process can only be described as sweeping the floor.

Song Zheng had long heard that during the Ming and Qing Dynasties, due to frequent fraud cases in the examination room, inspections were even stricter than this. Even the chrysanthemums were inspected to see if there was a note stuffed inside. That was really a shame.

Die.

Finally, after the inspection was completed, a yamen official assigned an examination number and gave Song Zheng a sign with the words "Ji Er No. 17" written on it. Song Zheng, who had already dressed, walked in with the exam dowry and the sign.

to the inner courtyard.

The examination rooms are all numbered. There are eighty rows of rooms, sorted by heavenly stem. From row A to row A to eight, then from row B to row B, and so on. Song Zheng walked to row 2, which is the 42nd row, and then

We walked in. Naturally, there were city guards standing guard along the way. The princes were not allowed to talk to each other. The courtyard was extremely quiet.

After entering Ji'er, Song Zheng discovered that this row of houses was divided into two rows on the left and right, with countless small doors above them. There was a small window on the small door. Below the window, there was a number written on it.

Song Zheng walked to door No. 17, and a government servant came over, unlocked the door, and put Song Zheng in. Then, the door clicked shut and the lock was locked again.

Song Zheng looked around, "Mom, is this an examination room? It's like a prison."

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