Wear ancient times with a house

Chapter 158
Fortunately, many of the Song family's luggage hadn't been moved upstairs, and the Zhao family's was even more so, not even a single room had been furnished.

The officials promised not to damage anything, so they searched roughly, but found nothing, so they could only go downstairs in resentment.

Song Nian and Zhao Yanlin didn't follow the whole process, and they didn't let the family servants follow, so as not to make people think they were guilty.

What's more, people who dare to search the room so hard, even if they are not real officials, there must be someone behind them, and they will definitely not steal things, so the two families don't care where they searched and whether they found things.

Seeing that the officials came down, Song Nian said coldly:
"I don't know how many big brothers, have you found something hidden by the escaped slaves in our room? Our two families still have some luggage outside, do you want to look for it? It also makes us feel at ease and saves trouble." A few days ago, you came back again and said that we were in collusion with the escaped slaves."

In fact, in Song Nian's view, the behavior of these people did not look like official servants at all, nor did they look like they were chasing after some valuables were stolen by escaped slaves.

But they kept silently allowing the other party to search, and seemed a little guilty, as if they had guessed the other party's identity.

Song Nian knew that in order to hide some things, the nobles would not mind killing someone to silence them, even if the person being silenced might just overhear something.

Therefore, the search was allowed at the beginning to show that they did not want to be troublesome.

After the official search, his bad attitude proved that he didn't realize the unreasonable part of this matter, and he only regarded the other party as an ordinary business trip, so he would naturally be angry because his accommodation was affected.

Fortunately, after some search, these officials found that the two families were not suspected, but they went outside to check their luggage, and then waved their hands, allowing the Song family and the Zhao family to leave.

These people are still polite to the two Juren, but they really don't care about the others. Before Song Yun and the others went upstairs, they heard the sound of things being pushed down in the rooms on the first floor, and even The sound of luggage being thrown out.

Then I heard the sighs of the guests downstairs who dared not be angry or speak, and Song Yun was really angry:
You know, most of those who come out to run business this season are just running errands for large chambers of commerce, or doing small business alone to support their families. In short, they are not rich.

These people rummaged happily for a while, and probably destroyed most of their goods. Then this trip, not only wasted, but also had to lose money, it was too wronged.

Song Yun was lucky, and walked a few steps to catch up with Song Nian:
"Father, those people down there are too pitiful. I'm afraid all the goods have been thrown away."

Song Yun originally thought that if they needed to buy anything, he could buy some from these people tomorrow, so that they could open a business for them.

Song Nian thought, anyway, he pretended not to see the tricky nerd, so being a bad guy seemed more in line with his setting.

So, Song Nian turned around and was about to go downstairs to persuade him. Zhao Yanlin saw it, and after a second thought, he guessed what he was going to do, and followed him down.

The old lady Song said "hey" twice in the back, but didn't stop them. She couldn't help but blame Song Yun:
"Your father and the others are coming up soon, why do you let them go down? It's just a mess."

Song Yun didn't understand why these two people were suddenly eager to help, so they could only bite the bullet and make excuses:

"Anyway, we want to stay here for one night. If we are the only ones treated well, but their luggage is destroyed, it will inevitably make people jealous. Why don't you go and talk to them."

Others were thoughtful when they heard it, and they recognized Song Yun's point of view, but Mrs. Zhao jumped out and said:

"There's nothing to be jealous about. My son and your father are admitted to Juren. That's their ability, and they should be respected. How can they be like those merchants?"

Song Yun thought, yes, my ability is amazing.Your family made a lot of money doing business back then, which is also due to your own ability. Didn't the head of the Zhao family hate you, and did you escape when it tripped you?

Everyone only cares about their own life and does not envy, envy or hate others. Of course, it is an ideal life, but not all saints in the world, how can it be possible not to be jealous?

Anyway, Song Yun couldn't do it. When she met King Jin a few months ago, she still thought sourly. Even though her relatives were unreliable, he could get the tax revenue of the entire state capital and be a prince in style.But he himself died of overwork, rushing from modern times with advanced technology to ancient times.Who should I ask for reason?
The two families went upstairs in silence and went back to their respective rooms.After a while, this team of officers searched inside and out, but found nothing, so they could only leave with a sullen face.

Song Nian and Zhao Yanlin went upstairs and told their family members the good news. Song Yun heaved a sigh of relief, took off his coat with Bai Zhi's help, folded it aside, and was about to rest on the bed when he suddenly thought:
What if those two people took advantage of the chaos to get the booklet?
After all, the official had already left, and the guests upstairs and downstairs were busy packing up their things. No one would take it seriously when the other party went to Song Ce's room to get things from Song Ce's room with the excuse of "give me a better washbasin stand".

Song Yun jumped up cleverly from the bed, put on his coat again, and said to Bai Zhi:
"Sister, I'll go to my brother and the others to ask for a book!"

Song Yun knocked on the door, and Song Ce's voice came from inside:

"Which one?"

"Brother, it's me, I'm here to find a book to read."

Song Zhen murmured inwardly:

"It's getting dark, what books are you still reading, wasting candles."

But he still signaled his book boy to open the door.

Song Yun entered the door and saw that the two elder brothers were lying on the bed without any image, and their book boy was standing on the ground to pack his luggage.

I'm afraid it won't be possible to drive all four of them out and put the booklets out, but it's still possible to let the book boy out. If it's a big deal, I'll discuss it with Song Zhen and expose his novel writing.

After all, it shouldn't be a big deal for Song Zhen's little hobbies to be discovered compared to his own wealth and life, right?

Song Yun winked at Song Zhen:
"Second brother, I want to find a storybook to read, just the one you told me about last time, written by a new author."

Song Zhen froze, looked at Song Yun in disbelief, and saw that she really meant that, and quickly turned to look at his book boy, who looked over curiously, as if asking:

When did you buy a Newspeak book?What new author?
Song Zhen was so panicked that his teeth were biting his tongue, but Song Ce couldn't see it, so he helped him make amends:
"Which is a new author? It was sent from the south by a cousin of your second brother's classmate. It hasn't been sold here yet."

"Yes, yes, yes," Song Zhen agreed, and he said to the two schoolboys:

"Go and get us some hot water. I'll wash my face later. By the way, I'll go to my parents and ask when we have dinner."

Song Zhen rarely got angry when he sent his servants away:
"Little sister, you are too much. You know that you can't let your parents know about this, so why do you still mention it?"

Song Yun sighed, locked the door from the inside, then walked to the couch and sat down, took out the booklet from her arms, and put it in front of her two brothers:

"What can it be for, it's not for this thing."

(End of this chapter)