After marrying a rough man, I played mahjong to support Shoufu

Chapter 285 The Truth
The next day, Qinghe Town.

The blue brick and stone arch bridge outside the town has already taken shape, and the solid stone piers support the overall structure.

Big red melons hang on the armrests on both sides, adding a bit of festiveness to the snow-capped world.

As the person who funded the restoration of the stone bridge, Yan Chongluan cut the ribbon, which attracted a lot of applause.

Shen Xian stood in the inn far away and watched, a piece of purple jade mahjong kept spinning in her hand, she was somewhat unable to comprehend its function.

What is the connection between mahjong and the case of the Hong family?

In Qinghe Town County Government Office, the gray-haired Mr. Zhou was sitting at the desk, listening to the sound of firecrackers in the distance, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

No matter what the purpose of the Yan Clan's Chamber of Commerce is, it has done some practical things for the local people. Since this is the case, it is nothing to answer his question.

"Captain Liang, hurry up and invite Mr. Yan to come over to the mansion."

"Yes."

The catcher turned and left, his big red catcher's boots rattling in the snow.

At the bridge outside the small town, the police came to Yan Chongluan's side with a very polite tone.

"Young master Yan, my county magistrate would like to ask you to explain."

Finally came, Yan Chongluan took a look at Shen Xian, then walked to the county government office with the police.

Shen Xian looked at Yan Chongluan's back, hoping secretly in his heart, only hoped that Yan Chongluan could get the truth out of the enmity between Hongye and Yuwenji from the mouth of the county magistrate.

Otherwise, Qinghe Town and his party would have been busy for nothing.

In the guest hall of the county yamen, Yan Chongluan was seated on a rough wooden chair.

The chairs of the county office looked shoddy, the cross-section of the wood had not been polished, and there were sawdust on it.

It can be seen that the county government has saved expenses and used all the money wisely.

After waiting for a short time, the magistrate Mr. Zhou finally appeared at the door.

Yan Chongluan got up and saluted, and said respectfully: "I have met the magistrate."

Mr. Zhou has gray hair and clearly visible age spots on his face, and he is already unable to walk smoothly.

"Young Master Zhou, you are welcome."

Lord Zhou raised his hand, then leaned on the chair and sat down, skillfully using the tongs to stir up the firewood in the brazier.

Green smoke curled up from the wood pile, and Yan Chongluan couldn't open his eyes due to the smoke.

Seeing two drops of clear tears pouring out of Yan Chongluan's eyes, Master Zhou said with a smile: "I have a clean sleeve, I can't afford charcoal, and I have made Mr. Yan feel wronged."

"It's nothing, it's nothing, it's understandable, Master Zhou is a good official with integrity."

Yan Chongluan leaned back to avoid the green smoke.

County magistrate Zhou looked at the burning firewood and said with a meaningful forehead: "Life is like warming up to a fire. Whether you like it or not, the green smoke that chokes people's eyes will always come to you from time to time."

Yan Chongluan heard the business in the county magistrate's words, and said quickly: "Don't worry, magistrate, I'm not here to cause trouble."

Magistrate Zhou looked at Yan Chongluan with a half-smile and said, "After you came to Qinghe Town, why did you investigate the old case of the Hong family? It's so complicated. In my opinion, you are asking for trouble."

Yan Chongluan's heart skipped a beat, showing an expression of incomprehension.

"My lord, why did you say that? I fell in love with Miss Hongye at first sight, but the second elder in the family insisted on knowing her background, so I had no choice but to investigate secretly. Why did it become a matter of asking for trouble?"

Magistrate Zhou was taken aback for a moment, it turned out to be like this.

"It seems that the old man was thinking about it, and thought you were chasing the old case back then?"

"The old case?" Yan Chongluan became more suspicious, and asked: "Could it be that Miss Hongye is involved in some other case? What should I do, I agreed that she would not marry."

After hearing Yan Chongluan's words, County Magistrate Zhou had a very complicated expression, and he struggled for a long time before he sighed.

"Young Master Yan, I have one thing to get rid of you."

Yan Chongluan hurriedly cupped his hands and said, "My lord, please tell me."

Magistrate Zhou stroked his white beard, and said solemnly: "I can tell you about Hongye's past, but if you treat her sincerely, you must find a way to take her out of the capital, and don't let her send her away for the past. killed."

"Mm! Don't worry, my lord! I will do my best to protect her." Yan Chongluan swore.

"It's like this..."

The wood in the brazier was crackling, and Magistrate Zhou recounted the past.

It turned out that six years ago, another meteorite fell not far from Qinghe Town.

At that time, there were visions and loud noises in the sky, which attracted many people in the town to visit.

Among them is Hong Ye's father, Master Hong.

The Tianwai meteorite smashed down a small hill outside Qinghe Town, but the meteorite was also shattered into countless pieces due to the violent impact.

When the people from Qinghe Town arrived at the scene the next day, they found purple jade in the shape of stars in the meteorite fragments.

Many people in Qinghe Town were delighted to see Liexin, and they collected star purple jade one after another, hoping to sell it at a high price.

However, a jeweler who came here admiringly discovered that this kind of purple jade is extremely cold in nature, and it may be harmful to the body if worn on the body.

And these fragmented meteorites are of different sizes, and it is difficult to carve them into large pieces, so many people sell the purple jade at a low price in frustration.

But Master Hong, who loves mahjong, fell in love with the size of Ziyu, and planned to use these exotic objects to make a mahjong set.

Coincidentally, the price of purple jade was greatly reduced, so Master Hong took all the purple jade and hired a jade carving master to make a special mahjong.

Later, this mahjong piece became Master Hong's favorite treasure, and he showed it to everyone.

With the passage of time, this pair of mahjong made by alien objects spread to the ears of Yuwenji in the capital.

As the number one fan of mahjong, Yu Wenji is very interested in this mahjong made of star purple jade.

Speaking of this, the county magistrate sneered without hesitation, "Yu Wenji thought that Master Hong would obediently serve up the mahjong as soon as he gave an order, but Master Hong cherishes the mahjong he made very much, and refused to hand it over in every possible way. ,so……"

"That's why I got killed." Yan Chongluan said slowly, his tone getting colder.

"That's right." Magistrate Zhou sighed, "If you really treat Hongye well, then persuade her to give up revenge. People like Yu Wenji are not something she can deal with."

"I understand." Yan Chongluan stood up and bowed to the ground, "Thank you, magistrate, for clarifying the confusion."

"Since the matter is clear, I won't keep you, so go."

After bidding farewell to the magistrate, Yan Chongluan left the living room, intending to meet with Shen Xian.

Walking into the yard, Yan Chongluan couldn't help but look back. On the plaque in the mansion was written the four characters of 'Models for Hundred Officials'.

Yan Chongluan suddenly felt a little ironic. Such a model of officials can only be a seventh-rank county magistrate in today's imperial court.

The snowflakes are rustling, but the north wind is still there.

The matter in Qinghe Town has been investigated, and it is time to return to the capital.

Shen Xian learned what happened from Yan Chongluan's mouth, and it was almost the same as what she predicted, Yu Wenji, a rebellious courtier and traitor, really did all kinds of bad things.

(End of this chapter)