The monster cried very sadly and felt offended.

As a guest of the county magistrate, Chen Jiyuan never expected that he would end up like this today.

Find the porcelain kiln, look inside and out, and then go back and briefly tell the county magistrate: How could such a simple task be done like this?

Chen Jiyuan was puzzled.

Huang Wenjin couldn't figure it out, could the porcelain kiln in Shiqiao Village be a dragon's den? Why did a simple spy make the man look more like a ghost than a ghost? Chen Jiyuan didn't look like he had failed his mission, but rather like he had been caught in bed.

"County Lord, Ming Gong!" Chen Jiyuan fell to the ground and cried loudly, trying hard to open his eyes that were swollen with only two slits left. The look of his nose and tears not only did not attract Huang Wenjin's pity, but made him even more disgusted.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like an impregnated pig.

"Tell me, what happened? Could it be that your whereabouts were exposed and you were beaten like this by the villagers?" Huang Wenjin said calmly.

"No, it's a wasp..." Chen Jiyuan suddenly felt guilty.

Huang Wenjin was stunned, then sneered, feeling increasingly dissatisfied with Chen Jiyuan. Although he was only a seventh-grade county magistrate, he was a serious civil official after all. The most important thing for an official was to be decent, whether he spoke well or did things well, he was stable and calm.

The most appropriate thing to do is to do the right thing, but Chen Jiyuan ended up in such a mess, no matter what the reason for the failure was, in Huang Wenjin's heart, he was first deducted twenty points.

"Ming Gong, that Shiqiao Village is really a dangerous place. Wan Sheng spent several days exploring the vicinity of the porcelain kiln. It was going well at first, and he even got close to the inside of the porcelain kiln. Unexpectedly, last night for some unknown reason, a huge hornet's nest fell from the sky. Wan Sheng didn't take precautions, so he

Returning after drinking hatred." Chen Jiyuan cried.

Huang Wenjin looked up to the sky and sighed. After saying so much, he was still a loser...

"The issue of tribute porcelain must be settled as soon as possible to avoid causing trouble." Huang Wenjin said worriedly: "If it is really designated as tribute porcelain by Chang'an, I, Qingcheng County, will not be able to pay the annual taxes."

Chen Jiyuan was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed. His smile pulled the wound on his face, causing him to scream in pain.

Huang Wenjin looked at him expressionlessly, silently deducting another ten points from him.

"Ming Gong, although I have gained nothing in Shiqiao Village, I have been staying in a neighboring village for the past few days, and I have heard some news about the porcelain kiln in Shiqiao Village."

"what news?"

"An old man who was guarding the porcelain kiln in Shiqiao Village, named Xu Han, died inexplicably in the porcelain kiln a few days ago."

Huang Wenjin's heart moved, he stroked his beard and said nothing.

Chen Jiyuan continued: "As for the cause of Xu Han's death, there are many opinions from neighboring villages, most of which are hearsay. Some said he suddenly fell ill in the middle of the night, some said he was killed by a falling rock, and some said he was killed by a man from Cuijiang Village.

He was harmed by unruly people... Although there are different opinions on the cause of death, one thing is certain, that is, this person is indeed dead."

Huang Wenjin said in a deep voice: "What do you mean..."

"Ming Gong, no matter what the man named Xu Han died of, he died in the porcelain kiln after all. Someone died in the porcelain kiln. This is a murder case. How can the porcelain kiln continue to operate as if nothing happened?"

Huang Wenjin understood. It didn't matter how the man named Xu Han died. What was important was that Xu Han's death coincided with his thoughts and gave him sufficient reason to close the porcelain kiln. The porcelain kiln was closed, and the issue of tribute porcelain

It disappears naturally and is cut off perfectly.

After weighing it over and over again in his mind, Huang Wenjin thought more and more that this reason was perfect. He could explain it to the villagers below and to the officials of the Zhen Guan Office. After all, it was involved in a murder case and it was natural for the county government to seal it up.

"You rest at home for two days. After the swelling subsides, go visit Xu Han's family. This has confirmed the murder case. I will order the closure of the porcelain kiln in Shiqiao Village."

"You are born late to receive your orders."

Looking at Chen Jiyuan's indescribably ugly pig-headed face, Huang Wenjin closed his eyes in disgust and waved his hand.

"Let's go. Don't go out until the swelling subsides. There are many Taoist priests on Qingcheng Mountain. Be careful of being taken in by them..."

Huang Wenjin looked indifferent, like a scumbag who didn't even bother to wipe his trousers.

…………

Two days later, Song Gensheng stood alone outside a restaurant in Qingcheng County, his expression shivering, as if he was walking on thin ice.

Life always changes unknowingly. Sometimes it seems very subtle, but when you look back many years later, it has turned upside down.

Song Gensheng felt that his life was also changing.

He was kicked out of Shiqiao Village by Gu Qing, and he was told seriously that if he wanted to be an official, he must first raise his hopes.

"Raising a scholar" is the only way to enter the scholarly circle, especially when there is basically no hope in the scientific examination. If you enter the scholar by raising a scholar and then get a position as a minor official, it will be half a foot.

After entering the officialdom, if you want to be promoted from "official" to "official" later on, the methods you can use will be much easier.

According to Guo Qing's instructions, today is the day for Song Gensheng to become famous. In a public place, he wrote a poem that is timeless and has been widely praised by people. From then on, he became famous. This "hope" is regarded as the basic nourishment.

It's done. From now on, Song Gensheng is no longer Song Gensheng. He is the "Great Talent of the Song Dynasty" among the literati in Qingcheng County and even Jiannan.

Of course the truth is correct, but Song Gensheng was standing outside the restaurant, feeling extremely struggling.

Because the things he used to make his name were not his own, but Gu Qing's. Although Gu Qing didn't mind, he still felt a deep sense of shame.

At this moment, he suddenly regretted why he heard Gu Qing casually reciting the words "May we live forever, thousands of miles apart" on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival. He also regretted why he had to investigate and get the full text of that long and short sentence.

If he didn't know anything, he would still be the simple and happy mountain village boy.

Unfortunately, Song Gensheng had no choice. Gu Qing told him that if he did not make a name for himself today, he would not return to Shiqiao Village.

After standing at the door of the restaurant and hesitating for a long time, Song Gensheng finally gritted his teeth and entered the restaurant.

The restaurant is very simple. Of course, a restaurant in a county town cannot be expected to be high-end. Except for wealthy literati and businessmen, ordinary people cannot afford it.

Song Gensheng was not short of money, so Gu Qingsai gave him a lot before leaving.

After entering the restaurant, I found a place to sit down. There were many guests in the restaurant. It was the time of autumn and the air was crisp. This time of year is when scholars travel together. Qingcheng County is located on Jiannan Road, and the Shu region is mountainous.

, the scenery is majestic, the religion in Shu is prosperous, and there are many monks, temples, and Taoists. It is one of the popular attractions that scholars of the Tang Dynasty like to visit.

Song Gensheng sat in the restaurant, looking around uncomfortably. When the waiter's smile was about to dry up, he finally asked for a pot of green ant wine and two dishes to go with the wine.

The waiter bowed enthusiastically and was about to go down to pass the dishes. Song Gensheng stopped him and shyly asked the waiter if he could give him a pen and ink. The waiter was stunned and looked him up and down.

Wearing a long gown, he has a delicate appearance and a slim figure, exuding a gentle and elegant atmosphere.

Well, literati.

To be precise, he is a literati who likes to scribble.

The literati of this era did have the habit of writing graffiti, especially in scenic spots. People a thousand years later think that this is lack of quality. This is true, but it also depends on the content of the graffiti. Write a

Of course someone is not qualified to visit here, but if he writes a wonderful poem that will last forever, that would be the ultimate elegance. It would be a story for a hundred years, and the place where the poem was left will also become a famous scenic spot in the future.

For future generations to come here to pay their respects.
Chapter completed!