Group pet little lucky girl: Jiaojiao bag brings the whole family rich

Chapter 114 Xu Ziling

patrol station.

Fat Miaoer tried his best to relay what he heard to Zhou Laosan.

"These bastards!"

After hearing this, Zhou Laosan was furious, his face flushed, and he was shaking with anger.

They dared to take advantage of their own daughter, this is simply scum!
Zhou Laosan stood up straight and touched the saber at his waist. He had to take care of this matter.

There was a flash of tenacity in Zhou Laosan's eyes, and he turned around and was about to go out.

Yang Shu saw that he was stopping him quickly, and said anxiously, "Where are you going, third?"

Zhou Laosan didn't explain clearly, so he took it for granted, "Of course it's to go to the boat to catch the traffickers."

"You..." Yang Shu looked at Zhou Laosan like a fool.

Wei Shu also turned his head away quietly, with a somewhat speechless expression.

"Third brother!" Yang Shu raised his arm and patted his shoulder, with a constipated look on his face.

"You just passed by alone?"

Zhou Laosan didn't speak, but looked over with a pair of eyes, as if to say again: Isn't there still you here?

Yang Shu choked, the words he wanted to say stuck in his throat, he could not go up or down, he had no choice but to smile bitterly, turned to look at Wei Shu and asked, "How many buns did they ask for?"

"Four hundred!"

Yang Shu nodded, and looked at Zhou Laosan again: "Old San, did you hear that, they asked for four hundred corn buns, a total of four hundred!"

At this point, Zhou Laosan finally came to his senses, he was not stupid, it was just that he lost his sense of propriety after hearing Fat Meow'er's words just now.

What do four hundred cornbreads mean?
It shows that they are in great demand, and there are many people who prove them in disguise.

"They need at least a dozen people, and the two of us are not rivals at all."

Yang Shu shook his head, glanced at Fat Miao'er with his eyes, and analyzed: "And this is just your daughter's one-sided statement. What if she got it wrong, and there is an oolong, how will you and I end up?"

"This..." Zhou Laosan was dumbfounded.

Misheard?
"Impossible!" he said firmly.

"I believe in my niece, my fat cat is very smart and can't talk nonsense."

"Hmm! Hmm! I'm sure I heard right."

Fat Miao'er nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and leaned her chubby body into Zhou Laosan's arms.

"I believe in Fat Meow!"

"I also believe in Fat Meow!"

"We all believe in Fat Meow!"

Wei Shu, Compass, and Liu Ye'er all stood behind Fat Miao'er.

"Okay, let's take a step back and say, this matter is true."

Yang Shu returned to the chair and sat down, raised his legs: "But how can we fight with others?"

"You can find Uncle Chen." Compass suggested.

Chen Dali had dozens of coolies under him, and he didn't believe that these people could not deal with the human traffickers on the ship.

"no!"

Yang Shu refused without thinking.

"Those who dare to do this kind of business must be vicious and vicious. They are all masters who don't want to die. If a coolie is injured or even killed during a fight, who will bear the responsibility?"

"you or me?"

Yang Shu looked at Zhou Laosan with sharp eyes and asked.

This series of questions was like a basin of cold water, pouring a chill on Zhou Laosan's heart.

"I, we can go to the county to ask the Yamen for help."

Zhou Laosan pursed his lips in the last struggle.

"Where's the evidence?" Yang Shu asked back.

Is it credible to rely on the words of a little girl's family alone?

Will the magistrate believe it?

Without him saying these words, Zhou Laosan, Wei Shu and the others fell into deep thought.

The field was suddenly silent, no one spoke, only the sound of each other's breathing came and went. As time went by, the atmosphere became more and more oppressive.

"I can prove it."

At this moment, the gate of the patrol station was pushed open, and an extremely handsome little boy about eight or nine years old rushed in.

"Who?"

Several people suddenly turned their heads and looked at the visitor.

He straightened his body, although his footsteps were flustered, his face was calm.

Facing the eyes of several people, he walked a few steps into the house, stood still and said: "They arrested people from the south of the Yangtze River and planned to transport them to Liaodong Mansion and sell them to the Huns. I was one of them."

"You ran out?" Poplar asked.

"Yes!" The little boy nodded.

"I have practiced martial arts since I was a child, and my skills are fairly nimble. Before a stick of incense, I lied to tell them something important and tricked them into taking me out of the dark cabin."

"..."

"I stunned the guard with drugs, dragged him to a hidden corner and hid him. It won't be long before someone finds out. We need to speed up and notify the county magistrate."

The little boy succinctly narrated his own experience, his face was tense, and his expression was cold and serious.

"Where did you get the drug?" Yang Shu was puzzled, he didn't believe that the traffickers would not search him.

"It was hidden." The boy said flatly.

Yang Shu glanced suspiciously, seeing that he had no intention of explaining, he had no choice but to give up.

"I'll go to the county right now and report back to the county magistrate." Yang Shu said as he walked out, he subconsciously shook his head with a very uncertain expression.

After all, the county magistrate is busy with official duties, so he has no idea whether he will take care of this matter.

"Wait a moment!"

The little boy saw something, called Yang Shu to stop, and said in a cold voice, "The magistrate of this county is named Lin, and he was a Jinshi in the 12th year of Yongjia."

Yang Shu paused, turned around, and Zhou Laosan looked at each other.

The two couldn't answer, they only knew that the county magistrate's surname was Lin, and he was born as a Jinshi. As for what year...

"Yes!" Wei Shu's voice sounded.

"When I was cleaning the academy, I heard from the students that the county magistrate was the Jinshi of Yongjia for 12 years."

"That's right."

The little boy nodded, and borrowed a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from Yang Shu and the others, and wrote four big characters "Responsible and diligent".

"Please take these four words to County Magistrate Lin and tell him my name is Xu Ziling."

"Xu Ziling?" Yang Shu repeated.

Xu Ziling nodded: "Yes!"

"Okay, you wait for my news."

Yang Shu folded the paper and kicked it into his arms, quickly ran out of the checkpoint, commandeered a donkey cart, and headed straight for the county.

Inside the patrol station.

Zhou Laosan looked at Xu Ziling with sympathy in his eyes, how scared a child would be if he was taken to such an unfamiliar place.

"You, are you hungry?"

Zhou Laosan slowed down his voice and asked softly.

Xu Ziling sat upright, with his back straight, and he had the bearing of a rich man.

He raised his eyelids, glanced lightly, and lightly lifted his thin lips: "I'm not hungry!"

As soon as the voice fell, "Gulu Gulu", the little stomach seemed to be protesting and kept making noises.

Xu Ziling: "..."

Third Zhou: "..."

This is embarrassing!

"I'll get you something to eat." Zhou Laosan got up and left.

Fat Miao'er looked at Xu Ziling curiously, and slowly stretched out his hand.

A piece of candy spread out on the palm of your hand.

"I'll eat it for you." Fat Miao'er said.

"Thank you!"

Xu Ziling took it.

After a few breaths, Zhou Laosan came back, took back two steamed buns, and handed them over.

"We can't sit still." At this moment, Xu Ziling and Fat Miao'er said in unison.

(End of this chapter)