Jin Tang

Chapter 41
And the subordinate Zhou asked Wang Ba's family again about what Wang Ba was wearing at noon, when he left, who he took with him, and whether he said his whereabouts.

Mo Yang felt that his sleeve was being pulled, and turned his head to see that it was Er Fu.

Seeing the look of admiration on his face, Mo Yang was a little surprised: "This is not the first time you have met the shopkeeper, so why?"

"That's Zhou Tietou." Er Fu was a little excited.

"Zhou Tietou? You mean Zhou Xuli, why do you call him that?" Mo Yang touched his chin in confusion.

"This 'Zhou Tietou' is his nickname in official circles. In the Yamen, he is recognized as upright and outspoken." Er Fu praised adoringly, "Although he is only a humble official, he is willing to do things for the common people. Run around, give a speech, and face the county magistrate. No matter who it is, if there is any injustice in the family, you can definitely go to him."

Mo Yang was a little noncommittal about this, he said with a smile: "Look, it's hard to say, some people dare to say it at first, but later they can't. The official dared to say it when he was young, but he might not dare to say it when he was a big official. People dare to say it when it involves ordinary people, but It's another matter when it comes to powerful people."

From Mo Yang's point of view, today's society is divided into grades, and the rich and powerful hold more power. With various privileges and influence, they are existences that the children of ordinary people cannot provoke.This week, the subordinate official is just a low-level official, who can't control the powerful class at all.

"It can't be." Er Fu shivered.

Thinking that the image of a good official in his heart might be shattered, he felt that the fruit hidden in his bosom was no longer fragrant.

Among other things, the subordinate officials were really patient this week. They checked the drivers of the car dealership one by one, asked them when they saw Wang Ba the most, and recorded these things one by one.

And after asking, he let these coachmen leave, and he would not force them to stay here and take up their time.

It wasn't long before it was Mo Yang's turn, and he walked over generously.

Zhou Xuli was just asking normal questions, but when he looked up and saw Mo Yang, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Lang Jun looks good." Zhou Xuli praised one first, and his voice became softer unconsciously, "I don't know your name?"

"Hello Zhou Gonggong, my name is Mo Yang, and I haven't chosen the characters yet." Mo Yang bowed his hands to the other party and saluted. Seeing that the other party seemed to be a little clueless about how to write, he added, "The ink of Wenmo is the yang of warm sun."

It is particularly worth mentioning that in the Tang Dynasty, as a face-to-face oral address, "adult" was only used to address parents. In some cases, it could be used to address the elders of direct blood relatives. To call various officials.

If a person travels through the Tang Dynasty like Mo Yang, if he sees any officials and calls them adults, those who are called "adults" will caress his head and smile without saying a word, while the real adults and respectful people are beside him, hearing He would probably be so angry that he would beat him with a stick.

"Lang Jun knows how to read and write? No wonder his temperament looks a little bookish." Zhou Xuli paused the pen in his hand, and his tone became more amiable.

"Know a little bit of writing, but not proficient." Mo Yang lowered his head, his voice was very low, as if he didn't dare to look directly at the other party.

"Since Mr. Lang is proficient in literature and ink, why did you choose to be a coachman?" Zhou Xuli stroked his beard down.

"Natural disasters and man-made disasters, I have to stay here, and return home after saving enough money." Mo Yang sighed, and replied neither humble nor overbearing.

Compared with the old and rough Wangba, the Mo Langjun in front of him is full of bookishness, and Zhou Xuli is very sorry.

However, since the young man in front of him can read and write, he is more careful and shrewd than others, so you can ask him more to see if he has observed anything in normal times.

"Mr. Mo, let's talk about the gossip later. Let's talk about something serious first. You don't have to be nervous, just tell the truth about what you have seen and heard." Zhou Xuli shook his head and shook off the expression on his face. With those looks of regret, he corrected his expression and asked again, "When was the last time Lang Jun saw Wang Ba?"

"Probably after lunch yesterday afternoon, I saw him and a few coachmen under him tidying up the frame in the stable, and it looked like they were about to go out." Mo Yang glanced to the upper right, as if recalling, Ben Ben Answer in minutes.

The subordinate Zhou hurriedly wrote down the latest information, "Mr. Lang, do you know which coachmen went out with Wang Ba?"

Mo Yang thought for a while, and replied affirmatively: "These few people are very close to Manager Wang Ba on weekdays, but I came here for too short a time, so I don't know their names."

Zhou Xuli immediately turned around and told a yamen servant: "Check it out and see which other coachmen have not come besides Wang Ba."

The yamen servant immediately went to Su Chuang to ask for the list to check.

"Mr. Mo Lang, do you know who this Wang Ba had conflicts with before?" Zhou Xuli raised his head and asked again after recording.

Mo Yang's lips moved, his eyes flickered, and he quickly glanced at Chef Liu beside him. In the end, he didn't say anything, he pursed his mouth and shook his head.

But this expression was seen by the Zhou servants who were watching him intently. He nodded slowly, knowing in his heart that the person Mo Langjun just looked at must have had some kind of feud with Wang Ba, but this Mo Lang You don't want to say much in front of your colleagues.

"Your Majesty has worked hard, so we will stop here. If you find anything, you can contact us at the Yamen at any time." Zhou Xuli put away his pen and ended his conversation with Mo Yang.

Mo Yang understood, so he said goodbye.

He went back to the stables and continued to take care of the yellow and thin horse. He was very down-to-earth, but he also got together with Er Fu and the others after lunch, just like the other coachmen gathered together to chat and gossip.

That night, the north wind blew, howling and howling wolves and ghosts, and blew in the middle of the night. For the next few days, the wind never stopped, as if the pocket of Fengshen had leaked air, and it kept blowing downwards.

In the early morning of this day, the winter clouds became more and more heavy, and the haze rolled over the gloomy and vast dome. Although the snow did not fall, the temperature became colder and colder.

Mo Yang's mood was the same as this weather, very cold.

Only two days had passed in the peaceful days, but there was another case of missing boys in the city.This fully shows that Wang Ba is not the only one behind the scenes, and this matter is far more complicated than he can imagine.

Finally, one piece after another, two or three catkin-like fluffy snowflakes are sometimes rushing, sometimes slowly tentatively and gradually getting denser.

And the minds of the people in the car dealership were as confused as the fluttering feathers and thousands of flowers flying wildly. There was no news of Wang Ba for so many days. Everyone guessed that something happened to him and he couldn't come back. Positions cannot remain vacant.

　Sincerely thank the leader of the soul, who is also vast and shocking the world, who never leaves the Blue Mountains, who is lonely and widowed, and who is in the lower forest.

　　Thank you guys for your support at such an important critical moment as Dafengtui!

　　Stand at attention and salute! ! !

　　Good luck guys...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)