A small peasant girl

Chapter 982

A man who got up to go to the latrine in the middle of the night saw the raging fire above the market, and the thick smoke billowed in and choked his nose. He quickly tightened his belt, ran to the gate and shouted loudly, "Come on, come on!" , It’s not good, the market is flooded, come quickly.”

The man's high-pitched voice was very obvious and piercing in the quiet night sky, like countless pairs of invisible hands, directly pulling up the people who were sleeping in the warm quilt.

They stretched out their hands to grab the clothes and put them on as fast as they could. In the dark, they found the shoes under the bed, put on the shoes, and ran out of the room in a hurry.

When the bazaar arrives at the stipulated time, a policy of clearing the market will be implemented. No matter whether it is the vendors or the common people who buy things, they are not allowed to stay, and can only leave the place according to the regulations.

The yamen servants in charge of the gates regularly use two big locks to lock the gates at both ends of the market tightly, so as not to give outsiders the opportunity to come in and commit crimes.

"It's really on fire, everyone, don't be so stupid, it's important to put out the fire." Another man who was more responsive, seeing everyone's stunned expressions, immediately opened his mouth to give this group of panicked neighbors away. Called back, "Water, there is well water over there, hurry up, everyone."

And the yamen servant in charge of guarding the market tonight, amidst the loud yelling, still slept heavier than a pig, as if he had fallen asleep and no one could wake him up, as if possessed by the god of sleep. Everyone is too indifferent.

The loud yelling of the common people woke up the sleeping common people around, and after a while, the master who heard the wind also quickly sent the yamen servants to help put out the fire.

The market is now one of the incomes of the yamen. Although the money that the yamen can get from the market every month is not much, it can solve the embarrassment that the yamen servants cannot pay wages.

No matter how small a fly is, it is still meat. The existence of the market not only changed the love of life for ordinary people, but also aroused the enthusiasm of the people in the town positively and optimistically. .

"What's going on, who is on duty today, find me quickly." After the master hastily directed the yamen servants to put out the fire, he didn't forget to wipe the sweat dripping from his forehead with his sleeve, "Damn bastard thing, it's not good to watch a market, what's the use of him in the Yamen."

"Master, Agui is on duty tonight, but looking at his current situation, it seems that something is not quite right?" Hearing the half-yelling voice of the master, the servant Lin immediately trotted over, telling what he saw, He said it outright, "The commotion has become like this, but Agui didn't respond at all, as if he was raped..."

"Medicine? What else?" A skeptical look flashed across the master's face. He originally thought that if such a big event happened, the yamen servant who was on duty tonight must have crawled over and knelt down to beg for mercy, but there was no movement at all. It makes people feel that something is wrong, "Go, take me there and have a look."

"Master, this way please." Yamen Lin walked in front like a guiding light, letting the master follow behind him.

After walking for a short while, the Agui Yamen servant that Lin Yamen was talking about was lying on the ground, kicked by his companions a few times without responding, and still closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The short and fat yamen servant saw the master approaching with a dark face, and was afraid that the master would scold his companion, so he spoke up a step earlier, "Master, it's possible that Agui was drugged, otherwise he wouldn't have returned right now. Asleep, look..."

"En!" The master looked at Agui Yamen servant who was lying on the ground, and saw a lot of saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, as if dreaming of some happy event, a smile appeared on the brow, and he raised his voice and shouted out of anger , "Come on, get a bucket of water and wake him up quickly."

"Yes, master." Seeing the master's anger, the tall and thin yamen servant did not dare to neglect for a moment, and trotted over to find a bucket to fill with water.

At this moment, the fire in the market was almost extinguished by everyone, only sporadic places were still smoking, and everyone found them one after another, and used water to eliminate all possible hidden dangers.

"God, what's the matter, my goods are all piled up in the market." One of the vendors who spent a lot of money and just bought a batch of jobs sat down on the ground and burst into tears. On the ration of the whole family, I plan to earn a good fortune and go back to the village to buy land, "God, why don't you leave me a way to survive."

Looking at the goods that had been burnt to ashes, the expression on the vendor's face was full of helplessness and despair. He kept wiping his tears with his hands. The custom of men not shedding tears easily has long since been forgotten.

"Yeah, my shop. I just paid half a year's rent, and the shop burned down. How can I live in the future?" Another vendor saw his shop that had been burned to charcoal, The corners of his pale mouth trembled, "God, are you blind, and don't leave a way for us ordinary people to survive."

The common people around expressed their sadness, sorrow and despair when they saw the burning of the bazaar by way of complaining. in panic.

The master only used a tactful and gentle tone to temporarily dissuade the vendors surrounding the market, and gave them a corresponding promise that the yamen will come up with a reasonable solution as soon as possible and give everyone a clear explanation.

After listening to the master's symbolic guarantee, everyone shook their heads, wiped their tears, and went back to their respective homes with expressions of pain and heartbreak.

Wenzi heard the news early the next morning. She even forgot to wash her face and blurted out to Xiaoying, "Xiaoying, no one was injured, right?"

In Wenzi's eyes, the bazaar was burned down by everyone, and a new location was chosen to build it again. As long as there were no casualties and no deaths, problems that could be solved with money would be easy to solve.

"Girl, this..." Seeing Wenzi hurriedly ask about this topic, Xiaoying's eyes began to look a little dodgy. She did hear some news that her daughter might not want to know from the mouth of the yamen servant who was ordered to talk about the matter.

"Xiaoying, did it really kill people?" Seeing Xiaoying stammering and wanting to say something, Wenzi's eyes are not only frightened, but also endless worries. Human life is greater than the sky is one of the principles of Wenzi's work , "But it's not right, the market at night has long been closed, there shouldn't be people in it."

"Girl, you wash up first. After breakfast, I will tell you in detail." Xiaoying wants Wenzi to eat something to fill his stomach, otherwise, based on her understanding of Wenzi, she will definitely be angry when she hears the news Can't eat any food.

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