Dali Temple Small Dining Room

  Chapter 298 Crispy Roasted Pork Belly (9)

  In the one-acre and three-quarters of an acre of land in the market, Feng Tong quickly found out who the mayor was following.

  The city magistrate who was brought over by the guards looked anxious, and when he was about to walk in front of Lin Fei, Liu Yuan and the others, he hurriedly saluted.

   "The little one... the little one has met a few adults..."

  Lin Fei and the others looked back, and looked up and down at the old Shi Ling, whose beard was mostly white. He speaks a very authentic Chang'an official dialect, and his appearance is also a typical appearance of Guanzhong people. From the habits of his gestures, he seems to be an "old Chang'an", and he did not come from a foreign country to seek life.

The fact is indeed the case, the guard went to the side and briefly explained the situation of the old market order: "I checked it, and I haven't found anything wrong with it so far. It's just a city order whose family has some knowledge in the market. He This city seat is considered an 'ancestral'. Because he is an 'old Chang'an', his family has a house and two shops, so he saves a lot of money on housing, and with the rent subsidy from the shop, he doesn't have to worry about food and clothing. Compared with other jobs, this job requires less effort, just managing the vendors in the market. For those who have no ambitions and no pressure to eat and live, the city order this job to pay a lot of money. Although there are not many things, there are not many things to do, so it couldn't be more suitable."

  Hearing this, Lin Fei nodded and asked, "Feng Tong recommended by him?"

The guard gave a "hmm" and said, "I've asked. He has no friendship with Feng Tong himself, and he has never met him before. The reason why he recommended Feng Tong is because... because the people in the internal affairs yamen... there reminded him. Recommended by Feng Tong."

   When the words "Internal Affairs Yamen" were mentioned, the guard obviously accentuated his tone, and he was not surprised to see the slight change in the expressions of Lin Fei and the others.

  Xianshi, the king Yu who fell from the horse in the Goguryeo envoy case, took control of the internal affairs office through the chief manager of the internal affairs office. Since King Yu fell from the horse, the chief manager was also implicated and fell from the horse. After hearing about it, the internal affairs yamen have been fighting among themselves, causing a lot of trouble.

Of course, because the internal affairs office has little to do with their Dali Temple, they didn't care about the infighting, let alone thought that the case of the Goguryeo envoy had just passed, and the internal affairs office would be involved in a new case again. .

  Lin Fei turned his head and looked at the anxious old Shi Ling. He didn't ask the guard again, but asked him directly: "Who suggested you?"

The old market order hurriedly said: "It's the management of the internal affairs office." After speaking, before Lin Fei and others could ask, he hurriedly explained, "There was a marketer from a foreign country in our market last month. Ling really couldn't bear the expenses of the whole family in Chang'an, even if he was seventy or eighty years old, he might not be able to afford a house in Chang'an, so after making up his mind, he resigned from this job and returned to his hometown."

  The city makes this job easy, but not everyone can live by easy jobs. How can it be so easy to buy a house in Chang'an? Timely stop loss is also a way out! The old city magistrate thought this way, and shook his head: the monthly salary of the city magistrate is enough to cover daily food and clothing. If he hadn't been the "Old Chang'an" whose ancestors were all Chang'an locals and had accumulated some family fortune, he wouldn't have dared to pay for it. Relying on the "city order" job to support the family.

"Guan Mao knew that we had a vacancy here, so he called me over. Dao Feng is his distant nephew. He heard that we have vacancies here, and it would be a waste if the left and right seats are empty. Ask me what I think." The old mayor said. When I got here, I smiled wryly, and said to Lin Fei, "My lord, to tell you the truth, I and other 'Old Chang'an' are robbed of this post of the city order! As long as you know that this seat is vacant, there are many people wanting it. Even for the sake of money, I wouldn’t choose Feng Tong who I don’t know. But after all, Guanshi Mao is a member of the Internal Affairs Office, and he often comes to the market to give me advice on how to plan the market. I didn't dare to offend him, so I gave the seat to Feng Tong."

   As for Feng Tong, it is the distant nephew of Guan Mao...

The old mayor said frankly: "The two are not alike at all. Feng Tong looks like a man who relies on his strength for a living, but Mao Guanshi raises a soft-skinned and tender meat. He doesn't look like a fellow at all. It’s big, but it’s full of oil and water. If you really want to mention it to your distant nephew earlier, why wait until now?”

   It's just that although it is clear that this is just Mao Guan's rhetoric, it should not be asked, and the old city order did not dare to ask more.

  The market is not big, although they are all ordinary people, there are few noble people, but the water inside is very deep.

  Hearing this, Lin Fei turned to the guard at the side.

  The guard nodded, indicating that he had verified it, and there was nothing wrong with what the old city order said.

  Lin Fei gave a "hmm" and asked the guard, "Where is the steward surnamed Mao?"

  The guard said: "I've already sent someone to call!"

   As soon as the voice fell, I saw a few guards rushing here from not far away. These were the colleagues who had gone to the internal affairs office to call for Guan Mao. Right now, seeing these people coming over, their expressions are ugly, and a feeling of something bad arises spontaneously. I have been in contact with cases more often, and I have always cultivated some "intuition". When he came up to him, the guard spoke first: "But what happened to that surnamed Mao?"

Several guards nodded, walked to the front in two steps in three steps at a time, slightly raised their hands and called "Lin Shaoqing", "Liu Sicheng", "Bai Sicheng" and then said: "The person surnamed Mao was found Hanged at home, last night I heard that the servant invited by the family was fine, ordered the morning food to be eaten the next day, and in the morning, the servant prepared the morning food and called him. When he opened the door and went in, he saw Mao with a stick Bai Ling hanged herself, and when we passed by, the house was in a mess, and we were going to report to the police."

   Only after finding out about Guan Mao, this Guan Mao died. The death was so strange, there is no problem to be a ghost!

   "This guy surnamed Mao is probably a scapegoat," Liu Yuan couldn't help but said, "There's someone behind him."

  As for who else is behind this Maoguan incident, it is unnecessary to check this Maoguan incident.

  That's it...it's time to go to Guan Shi's house.

  Liu Yuan looked up at the sky: it's already time, and we can have lunch in another hour.

   No wonder... After rubbing his stomach, Liu Yuan thought: No wonder his stomach is mostly empty, it's time to make room for the next lunch.

   I don't know what Master Wen will do for lunch today.

  …

   "Ah Choo!" Wen Mingtang, who was being naughty by Liu Yuan, stepped aside and sneezed.

  Hearing the sound of sneezing, Tang Yuan hurriedly said, "Master Wen, did the crispy pork belly get cold from work yesterday?"

  The end of the year is approaching, and the weather is getting colder and colder. Getting out of the warm quilt in the morning is a torment.

  Wen Mingtang shook his head, and said: "I only sneezed once, I guess someone is talking about me!" Then, he washed his hands again, returned to the counter, and continued to prepare dishes.

  (end of this chapter)