Husband has a sweetheart

Lu Wei said apologetically, "It's their fault, I've already punished them."

It's just that the punishment was not for breaking the gourd, but for fighting among colleagues. If he punished them just because they stepped on a worthless dried gourd, he would be hard to convince.

Zhang Yuqing put down the storybook and said: "Actually, I was wrong about this matter. I made a big fuss. I didn't know how to get so angry at the time... Why don't I go to the military camp and apologize to those adults face to face. "

Of course Lu Wei refused, how could he be willing to ask Zhang Yuqing to apologize.

"It's a fact that those people trampled on your things. How can you, the sufferer, apologize? There's no such reason! Besides, you didn't touch them." Lu Wei said.

Zhang Yuqing asked worriedly: "If you don't apologize, will they have any objections to you, the governor?"

"It's just that they are wrong." Lu Wei insisted, "I have already punished ten army sticks alone."

Zhang Yuqing lowered her eyes, it was nothing more than ten army sticks, which was nothing to a soldier, and it was just a little punishment.

"That's fine." Zhang Yuqing sighed, and asked again: "Young Master Fang Qin is injured, can you ask a doctor to take a look at him?"

Lu Wei shook his head, "It's just a punch, what an injury!"

Why is it worth seeing a doctor?By the time the doctor came, the wound had healed.

Zhang Yuqing asked in surprise: "Mr. Fang Qin was not punished with military sticks? I thought everyone who participated in the fight was punished!"

This reminded Lu Wei.

Lu Wei was silent for a moment, then stood up and said, "We should be punished together."

Although Fang Qin was the one who was beaten by the group, but according to Zou Bin's aggrieved confession, if Fang Qin hadn't used the name of slapping the back to use his cruel hands, the situation would have developed to the point where he pushed Fang Qin away at most.

Not only must he be punished, but he must be punished more severely than Zou Bin and others, in order to show that he, the governor, acts fairly and does not protect his own people.

So, in the middle of the night, when Fang Qin was about to go back to sleep, Lu Wei took her to the school grounds, and beat him twenty army sticks in front of all the soldiers.

Fang Qin failed to return to the Dusi mansion that night, lying in the camp with a distorted face and gnashing his teeth.

Zhang Yuqing, you are cruel!
He remembered this beam.

In the middle of the night on the second day, Zhang Yuqing was woken up by the knock on the door. Wang Chunniang said outside the door that something had happened to the CEO and asked her to go and have a look.

Zhang Yuqing got up quickly and went out to see that the whole land was covered with snow, and the snow had stopped before dawn.

Lu Wei came out of the East Chamber and wanted to go with Zhang Yuqing.

The carriage traveled all the way to the president's office under the thick snow.

As soon as Lu Wei and Zhang Yuqing entered the house, they were surrounded by staff and Wang Chunniang.

Everyone's faces were full of horror, saying that there were several sacks of salt missing in the warehouse.

Lu Wei's expression also became serious instantly, "When did you find out?"

The night watchman was crying, "We will go to the warehouse to patrol every quarter of an hour. I went to check for the last time and found that the door of the warehouse was open, but when I checked a moment ago, it was still locked."

Zhang Yuqing immediately took people to the warehouse. The snow in the yard of the warehouse hadn't been swept away. Probably everyone had gone to the warehouse to look at it. The footprints in the yard were messy.

"When you found the warehouse door open, were there footprints on the ground?" Zhang Yuqing asked.

The guy recalled, shook his head, "Only my footprints."

Everyone exploded the pot, saying that this man was talking nonsense, a bag of salt weighed almost a hundred catties, and several bags of salt were lost, it must be a crime committed by a gang, how could it not leave traces on the snow.

It must be that he was afraid of taking responsibility and said so on purpose.

The guy raised his hand and swore that if he told a lie, his whole family would die.

Zhang Yuqing raised her hand to stop the noisy crowd, and asked someone to bring a ladder, and climbed to the roof to see that there was indeed a set of footprints, but the footprints were not big, and they looked like they belonged to a woman or a child.

Zhang Yuqing stood on the ladder and looked around.

There is a hundred-year-old tung tree in the yard, and the thickest branch has little snow left, and there are obvious signs that the bark has fallen off after the rope was rubbed against it.

No wonder there were no footprints in the yard.

Zhang Yuqing knew it in her heart.

The person who came must have climbed over the courtyard wall first, swung to the tree through the rope, then reached the roof, slid along the pillar to the porch, broke the door lock, and then transported the sack of salt through the pulley on the tung tree to the Outside the courtyard wall.

"How did this happen?" Wang Chunniang looked at the high courtyard wall in disbelief.

After buying this house, the courtyard walls were specially heightened. The walls alone were one foot higher, and the top was raised by barbed wire.

Lu Wei tried it, pumped up his air and ran a few times, but couldn't cross the courtyard wall.Even a first-class player like Lu Wei can't get over it, how did the salt thief get in?

Zhang Yuqing made a prompt decision, "Notify Kou Leguo, the gates of the city will be under immediate martial law!"

Zhang Yuqing didn't take the loss of a few bags of salt seriously, but the matter of the salt was a top secret and must not be known to outsiders.

The city gates are closed at night and opened at dawn.

After the salt thief got the salt, he would definitely not be able to get out, and could only wait until dawn.With so much salt, the thieves did not steal it for their own consumption, but probably for money.

The gate of the city is under martial law, and the salt he stole cannot get out of Baochuan, and sooner or later his feet will be exposed.

"Don't be afraid, things are not at their worst." Lu Wei comforted Zhang Yuqing.

Zhang Yuqing shook her head and sighed, she never expected to keep her fortune from salt and iron forever hidden from everyone's eyes and ears.If it was found out, I'm afraid they would have to make another plan.

After a few days of martial law in Baochuan City, Kou Leguo led the yamen servants to catch the suspects every day. The real salt thief was not caught, but several trafficker leaders who were smuggling to the barbarians were caught.

Zhang Yuqing planned to compete patiently with these salt thieves, to see who could lose their temper first.

At noon that day, a clerk came in with a note, saying that someone threw it in from outside.

The words "Salt in Yangji Noodle Soup Restaurant" were written crookedly on the note.

"Ask the guards to take a look?" Wang Chunniang asked.

Zhang Yuqing hesitated for a moment, then made up her mind, "I'll go there in person."

Yangji Noodle Soup Restaurant is just an inconspicuous small shop, dirty and dirty, with a broken flag at the door with the word "noodles" written on it.

When they arrived, Zhang Yuqing wanted to get off the carriage, but everyone refused, so Wang Chunniang and a guard were allowed into the restaurant, and each ordered a bowl of hot noodle soup.

The owner of the noodle shop was thin and short, half a head shorter than ordinary women, but his movements were nimble, and he served two bowls of hot noodle soup in a short while.

Where did Wang Chunniang and the guards dare to eat, they sat in the corners, looking left and right.

At this moment, two men in shabby clothes entered the restaurant. The owner of the noodle shop saw them, took out a bag from the back kitchen, and handed it to the two men.

The pocket is not big, but it is so heavy that it takes the boss to lift it with both hands.

At this moment, Wang Chunniang and the guards looked like salt thieves, staring at their pockets intently.

Seeing this, the boss explained with an apologetic smile, "Their family has a happy event, and they invited guests to eat noodles today, so they came to buy noodles from me."

These days, ordinary people generally eat miscellaneous grains, and white noodles are a relatively precious thing, but according to Baochuan's rules, when there is a newborn in the family, relatives and friends should be invited to eat noodles when serving wine.

If there is no white flour at home, you have to buy a bag and roll the noodles.

Wang Chunniang smiled and said, "Boss, is there anything special about your white noodles? Why did you come to your house to buy noodles?"

The boss said with a smile on his face: "Our noodles are all finely ground, which is better than those sold outside!"

The guard stood up, walked over and said, "It's really so good? Tell me to have a look, I'll learn a lot!"

The boss had to open the pocket.

The two men in shabby clothes looked at each other and took a step back.

The guard went over and took a few glances. It was indeed flour, not refined salt. He reached in and squeezed a little out without giving up, and put it in his mouth. It was indeed flour.

"Guest, this is the white flour that people use to treat guests, it's not good!" the boss said with a smile on his face.

The two flour buyers were already looking angry. One of them rolled up his sleeves, pointed at the guard who was about to get angry, but was stopped by the boss, pointed at the badge hanging on the guard's waist, and said peacefully: "Forget it!" Forget it! He is the military master of the Dusi Mansion!"

"Even if you are an official, you can't do this!" the man said dissatisfiedly, and didn't dare to make any further moves.

The guard waved his hand, motioning for the two to leave.

At this moment, a person carried a shoulder pole with a bamboo basket hanging on each end of the pole, and entered the store wrapped in a thick turban, stomped the snow on his feet, and shouted to the boss in a hoarse voice: "Drink the bowl!" Noodle soup!"

The boss responded and went to the stove to order noodle soup.

The visitor walked to the small table and put down the shoulder pole, but at this moment, one of the bamboo baskets on the shoulder pole was loosened, revealing a sharp bamboo stick. When he turned around, the bamboo stick caught He touched the bottom of the flour bag, and with a stabbing sound, he cut the flour bag carried by the two men.

The white powder inside fluttered down.

Wang Chunniang stood up abruptly, her eyes widening.

Anyone with relevant life experience knows that if a hole is cut in the flour bag, at most a little flour will fall out, and it will stop falling out, instead of falling down like an hourglass like this.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the two men dropped their bags and fled.

"Catch them!" Wang Chunniang shouted sharply.

The guards guarding the carriage at the door drew out their big knives one after another, and chased after the two fleeing people, while the guards in the room pressed the noodle shop owner to the ground, with the knife resting on his neck.

Through the curtain of the car, Zhang Yuqing saw the tightly packed figure who came in last, looked around a few times as if he was at a loss, picked up the burden and ran out.

"Come on, stop him!" Zhang Yuqing shouted.

It's just that the guards who were guarding the car before all went to chase him. When he heard Zhang Yuqing's voice and turned back, the man had already run away without a trace.

"Ma'am, is he also an accomplice?" the guard asked.

Zhang Yuqing shook her head, feeling puzzled. The timing of that person's appearance was too ingenious. One step too late, the owner of the noodle shop cheated and transported the salt away under their noses.

And that warning note.

She and Lu Wei came to Baochuan, and they were unfamiliar with the place. Who would help them?
Sweetheart Theater:

Zhang Yuqing: It's time to expand my fish pond.