Yu Jun

Chenshi is the time of the eclipse.

The sound of the door opening kept coming and going, and pots of residual water were poured from the front door and the back window onto the street and the gutter. The aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus oil and rouge gouache filled the water, which was soon overwhelmed by the aroma of morning food.

The aroma of wontons, cakes, steamed buns, and fried ghosts spread along with the cries. The mutton soup, stuffed lungs, fried lungs, and morning wine in the foot shop all had a stronger smell, floating around the people who came in and out.

The mouths of people who eat morning food are not idle.

"It was frost last night, and it's cold enough today."

"I put on a thick jacket."

"Just wear such thick clothes at this time, can't you go out in the street wrapped in a quilt after the first frost?"

"What happened in the first half of the night yesterday, did you listen?"

"It seems to be looking for someone."

"Don't care about other people's roofs, it's hard for us to survive, and now we have to entrust others to deliver newspapers."

"The charcoal has risen again..."

Gossip was heard, flowing in the streets and alleys like running water, and suddenly, a big stone was thrown into this calm.

The noisy voices swarmed in, and the center of the voice turned into a vortex, which was still moving around, and the people all over the street were turning around.

The whirlpool is Cheng Ting.

In this cold weather, Cheng Ting didn't wear a headdress, his upper body was naked, his exposed skin was red from the cold, goose bumps spread all over his body, his nose was also red, and he breathed out clouds of white air, which made him feel cold.

He also carried a large bundle of thorns on his back.

He is strong and strong, but he is not a thick-skinned person. The thorns have rubbed red and swollen marks on his back, which is shocking to watch.

"Master Cheng!"

"This is pleading guilty."

"Where are you going to plead guilty? With his father?"

"I'm afraid Cheng Zhifu won't accept his move."

Today was a ten-day holiday, and the students were all wandering outside. When they heard Cheng Ting's name, they all rushed over and surrounded Cheng Ting to ask what mistakes he made.

More and more people gathered to watch the excitement, and when they arrived in front of Zhizhou Yamen, even small vendors rushed over to sell here.

Cheng Tingdong's lips turned purple, and he knelt down with only his knee pants on.

As soon as the knee fell to the ground, a bone-chilling chill immediately crawled in from the stone slab, Cheng Ting secretly cried out, and tears rolled down his face.

Taking advantage of these hard-earned tears, he let go of his throat and confessed his guilt with a loud voice: "Uncle Wang! Wang Zhizhou! Jing-hua! I was wrong. Last night, I injured Jinghua for a small matter. , I made a mistake, I’m here to plead guilty!”

He burst into tears: "Uncle Wang!! You punish me, arrest me and go to jail!"

Wang Zhizhou walked out of the door amidst howling ghosts and howling wolves. Looking at Cheng Ting's extremely hypocritical face, he felt as disgusted as if he had swallowed a dead fly.

Look, Cheng Ting has already made an apology, what else can he do?
He could only force a smile on his face, walked forward, pretended to help Cheng Ting up, and called a good nephew, saying "It's good to correct the mistake if you know it", and finally took off the crane cloak on his body and gave it to Cheng Ting. Ting put on.

He should do this, in front of the onlookers and subordinates, tear his heart apart, so that his stomach can support the broken boats of the Cheng family.

Could he still be stubborn in front of so many people?

He walked out step by step, walked towards Cheng Ting, gritted his teeth and helped Cheng Ting, held back his anger, and called "Nephew".

The virtuous and wicked nephew held hands with him and looked at his teary eyes, and called Uncle Wang twice enthusiastically.

"Uncle, I was wrong."

Wang Zhizhou was writhing in his stomach, his face was flushed with anger, his teeth were clenched tightly, and he couldn't utter a word.

A heart was beating wildly in his chest, and blood all over his body was rushing to his head.

He tried his best to show a smile, thinking: "I didn't know you silly boy had such wisdom before."

He has been an official for decades, and in front of everyone, he did not lose his composure too much. He let go of Cheng Ting's hand and patted Cheng Ting's shoulder: "If you know your mistakes, correct them. That's fine. Hua'er got sick in bed. If you don't come, I will feel very uncomfortable as a father."

What Cheng Ting said, he didn't hear a word clearly, his mind was buzzing with anger, his eyes swept around, and he saw Wu Jin who was selling cakes with his younger brother in the crowd,
Wu Jin wrapped it in a piece of oiled paper, skillfully made bread for others, took six cents, and put it back into the purse. The aggressive suffering and poverty did not leave traces of stretching on him, but made him more calm.

Wang Zhizhou thought to himself, pleading guilty must be a clever move that Wu Jin came up with.

Otherwise, with Cheng Ting's elm head, how could he think of it.

He withdrew his gaze, numb his face, and said a few words to appease Cheng Ting, took off his crane cloak, put it on Cheng Ting, and asked his subordinates to send Cheng Ting home.

He was magnanimous to the point of heartache - he has lived to this age, and he has never eaten such a big turtle, so that a young man like Wu Jin has captured two armies one after another.

Turning around and going back, he walked from the front office to the middle hall, the smile on his face disappeared little by little, leaving only the shadowy eyes.

A servant served tea, and he picked up the teacup, only to realize that his hands were trembling badly, and forced himself to calm down. He took a sip, and suddenly raised his hand and smashed the saucer to the ground.

"Bang Dang" sounded loudly, and the white porcelain cracked crisply on the ground, and the fragrant tea was splashed all over the floor, splashing on the hem of the clothes of Zhou Juan and Tong Zhi.

Zhou Juan and Tong Zhi looked at each other, and they both knew how broad-minded Wang Zhizhou was, and now he only dropped a teacup, which is considered good.

Bi Tongzhi got up and ordered someone to clean up the mess, then walked to Wang Zhizhou's side, and said in a low voice, "The Cheng family is really hateful, let's settle the score in secret."

Wang Zhizhou moved his fingers: "Call the one surnamed Liu."

"Yes."

Bi Tongzhi and Sun Zhoupan went out quietly. Wang Zhizhou was sitting in a chair when his throat suddenly felt itchy.

Immediately, his eyes turned black, and he thought, "I'm so mad."

When Liu Boyu came here, he had already inquired clearly about the drama of pleading guilty, even the fight last night was clear in his mind.

He also knew that going to see Wang Zhizhou at this time was not just to be a punching bag, but also to make him do some shameful things.

However, I have to go.

He entered the magistrate's yamen to avoid people's eyes, and when he reached the middle hall, he stood under the platform and waited for the summons.

It was still early, the hour was not over, but the weather was not good, gray, gloomy, the ground was wet, and there was always invisible water vapor coming out of the stone slabs, making people feel cold all over when standing here.

The servants came and went, changing tea, adding charcoal, and delivering medicine. A servant came out of the house, raised the curtain, and signaled Liu Boyu to go in.

Liu Boyu strode forward, walked into the room, and saw that Wang Zhizhou was the only one sitting in the room, with a bad expression on his face, so he forced a smile, cupped his hands and bowed: "I have seen Zhizhou."

Wang Zhizhou put down the medicine bowl, glanced at him, rubbed his forehead with his hand, and threw the Liu family's account book on the ground: "Too little."

Liu Boyu smiled apologetically, "I would like to ask Zhizhou to be considerate, it is really a last resort..."

Wang Zhizhou interrupted him with a sneer: "Don't use these words to perfuse me. You just want to use a mule, but you don't dare to do it yourself. You just want me to mediate for you!"