imperial psychologist

Chapter 650 This Boy Is Rich

No one spoke at the bottom, the fat yamen servant pouted lightly at the boy behind the counter, the boy ran out with his back on his back, turned over the wooden sign outside, and hung the words "Closed".

The fat yamen servant frowned, muttering something, and repeatedly tapped his index and middle fingers in the air, as if counting the number of people lightly.

"Huh." Bai Ling tilted her head slightly - she saw that the man with the scar had already walked to the side of the fat yamen servant.

"Why are there only 34..." The fat yamen servant's face was not very good-looking, he turned to look at the man with the scar, "That's all?"

The scarred man smiled a little embarrassedly, and whispered a few words in the ear of the fat yamen servant. The yamen servant obviously didn't agree with him, so he gave a low-pitched reprimand.

There were several tables away, and Bo Ling couldn't hear what they were saying, but the ears of the boy beside him moved, "Hey...it seems that there is a shortage of manpower."

Bo Ling and the middle-aged man looked at the boy at the same time.

The middle-aged man whispered, "Can you hear them talking?"

The young man nodded, "I can barely hear a little bit. The official seems to be saying that if he still can't find enough people before August, he will arrest people from his bodyguard agency to make up for it."

The middle-aged man frowned suspiciously.

After a while, the boy gave everyone a number plate, calling five people to go to the front each time to ask for details and sign.

When it was Bo Ling's turn, the three of them at this table and the two at the next table got up together and walked to the front.

Bo Ling looked at the middle-aged man from the corner of his eye, only to notice that under his cloak, next to his left crotch, there were two knives hanging. The scabbards of the two knives collided with each other, making a slight sound.

As the middle-aged man got up, the people nearby heard the sound again.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, those who could carry a sword to the streets were not ordinary people—either they had official errands on them, or they had this honor under the protection of their ancestors.

The three of them walked to the front, and the fat yamen servant was sitting in the middle of a long table, looking at the saber on the middle-aged man's waist, "...how, is there a history?"

"I'm the former Yamen of the Yuezhou Prefecture to arrest you," the middle-aged man whispered, "It's been five years and I can't stay in the post. The Yamen gave me a letter of recommendation to go to Zhuozhou. When I passed by Huizhou, I saw that you were recruiting troops here. have a look."

"Let's go together!" The fat yamen servant laughed, and then glanced at the man with the scar beside him, "But you, why did you go to the crowd of common people to pick up this kind of drudgery, this co-op doesn't have much money..."

The man with the scar also stepped forward at the right time, "Yes, sir, the money given by our escort agency is much more generous than here, why don't you—"

"Just take care of food and housing." The middle-aged man ignored the man with the scar, "I didn't come here to earn money."

Bo Ling listened and watched from behind the middle-aged man, and she somehow felt that the expression of the fat yamen servant was slightly stiff at the moment.

"...All right." The fat yamen servant's throat moved, "The deposit is two taels of silver. After you deliver the official food to Jiangzhou, the deposit will be returned to you together with your wages during this period—"

The middle-aged man frowned, "Do you still need a deposit?"

"That's right, if the soldiers run away halfway because they can't endure hardships, then we haven't wasted the food for feeding people." The fat yamen servant looked at the person in front of him, and suddenly realized, "You don't even have two taels of silver on you. no?"

The middle-aged man didn't answer, he lowered his head and took out a wrinkled envelope from his chest.

"...Where's the letter of recommendation from Master Futai," he asked, "This can prove my identity, and I won't run away."

"That won't work." The fat yamen servant waved his hand and laughed, "I can't make this decision, why don't you take the letter to our prefect tomorrow to see if he can approve an additional note for you?"

There was a burst of low laughter from behind the fat yamen servant.

Where is the magistrate's yamen so easy to enter?Besides, this letter of recommendation was not addressed to the Yamen of Huizhou Prefecture...

"Please." The fat yamen servant raised his finger and pointed at the door, "We are also pressed for time, and the rules are just like this. You have also done errands in the yamen, so you should know, don't waste your time with me."

The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly, and was about to turn around to leave when the golden-leaf boy suddenly raised his hand.

"I'll pay the big brother's deposit!"

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, the young man stepped forward and took out a large silver ingot from his sleeve, "I don't have any silver ingots on me, here is ten taels, the deposits of the next five people from me - all are here."

The middle-aged man turned his head and looked at the young man, "What are you doing?"

"My great-grandfather said that I rely on friends when I go out. It is fate to meet you today. If I can help, I will help." Li Yiru said with a smile, "Besides, the money is not spent. When you arrive in Jiangzhou, you will get the return." Silver, and each of them will give me back two taels of silver!"

Bo Ling stood quietly behind the young man and the middle-aged man, and her peripheral vision was always on the side of the scarred man and the fat government servant in the escort agency.

——I always feel that this fat yamen servant doesn't really want this middle-aged man to join him.

The fat yamen servant looked at the silver under the lamp for a while, then took scissors and twisted the silver ingot into three pieces—the outside and inside were of the same quality, so it was not fake money.

Bo Ling looked at Li Yiru. This young man from Shuzhou has been spending a lot of money since just now... Is this trying to buy people's hearts?
If it is, then he thinks too lightly about the morals of the world.

The fat yamen servant accepted the money with half-push and half-push, then looked at the arrester in front of him with complicated eyes, and said softly, "Then...so be it."

Soon, Bo Ling followed behind the boy and quickly completed his signature.She used the pseudonym on the road guide to directly enter the relevant identity information, and the whole process went very smoothly.

After everyone's entry was over, they followed the fat yamen servant to rest in the official building near the yamen.

Under the completely darkened sky, the team of more than [-] people seemed mighty, but they were told that they had arrived at the place before they had walked a few steps.

The number of official errands seems to have increased since leaving the inn.

A crazy beggar ran towards him, shouting excitedly "Gold! Gold!", and then disappeared around the corner.

This scene attracted many people's attention, but Bo Ling just stopped and looked at the official building in front of him.

Standing here, you can still hear the noisy voices from the gambling house in the distance.

I don't know if it's because of the dim lights, the gate of the official building looks a little gloomy.

"What are you dawdling about! Hurry up and go." The official urged behind him.

Bo Ling crossed the threshold, and then listened to the arrangement and went up to the second floor, and went into the room to rest.

There are about a dozen guest rooms here, and each room accommodates two or three people.She didn't know the person who lived with Bai Ling, and she didn't care much about where the young man and the middle-aged man went.

After entering the room, she didn't sleep on the bed, but consciously pulled out a quilt from the cabinet and sat in the corner, then closed her eyes.

To be reasonable, originally "joining the local military alliance and transporting food to Jiangzhou" was a fairly good way of travel, but after entering the inn, she quickly felt that everything was wrong here.

So there is no need to say anything, wait until later today, or during the day tomorrow, just run away.

(End of this chapter)