Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 57

After leaving Liuhemen, Zhao Lin came to Kaishan Wuguan and told Liang Song about entering the Yamen as a fast catcher.

"Your master really has a way, and it's really kind to you!"

Liang Song said pleasantly, "If I tell the martial arts school about offending Huzi, I'm afraid they will kick me out."

While talking, he accidentally saw ten bluish-white joints on the back of Zhao Lin's hand, and he let out a "huh".

"Have you finished your bone training?"

Zhao Lin smiled but did not answer.

Liang Song was speechless and said: "It's true that people are more angry than others. The few young talents in the martial arts gym are pickled goods compared to you."

After finishing speaking, he sighed: "If I have your ability, I am not afraid that I will not be able to take revenge."

Zhao Lin put away his smile and said sternly, "Don't say that, I'm also duty-bound to kill Beard."

The two came to the county government all the way, and the gate guard had already been notified, let them go directly, and led the way for the two.

Behind the gate is a long corridor, passing through the gate of Yi is the hall of the county government.

There are three rooms on the left and right of the lobby, with a total of six doors.

Yamen is commonly known as six doors, which is where it comes from.

These six rooms are the administrative organs of the county government, which are set up in the name of central officials, households, rituals, soldiers, criminals, and workers.

Zhao Lin and Liang Song received their clothes in the house, and they also had waist tags, iron rulers and ropes with them.

Liang Song was a policeman, wearing a ginger-colored collared shirt and a round cap with no horns.

Zhao Lin was a head catcher, dressed in black with a dark red shirt inside and a square hat on his head, looking very imposing.

The two of you look at me, I look at you, and smile at each other.

"What is the eldest brother's name?"

After completing the formalities, Zhao Lin casually asked the guard on the way to the policeman's room.

The guard knew that they came in through the relationship between the chief bookkeeper, so he was very polite and said with a smile: "Mian's surname is Zhen, and he is the third eldest in the family. Just call me Zhen San."

"Brother Zhen, when will the policeman come and leave?"

Zhao Lin hopes to have free time to practice kung fu, so he is naturally very concerned about the arrangement of work and rest.

"Morning gathering and evening gathering, one rest every five days."

Zhen San said as he walked: "Xiaqiu clocks in at Mao in the morning, and half-hours pass in Shenshi. Spring and winter are short, so people come and go half an hour earlier."

After coming to this world for more than half a year, Zhao Lin gradually got used to the ancient measurement units.

After listening to it, I immediately understood that the other party was talking about going to work at [-] a.m. and leaving get off work at [-] p.m. in summer and autumn, and going from six to four in spring and winter.

"It's too early for work."

Zhao Lin sighed a little in his heart, but there are not many entertainment activities in this era, and early to bed and early to rise is the norm.

"Do you want to work overtime?" Zhao Lin asked again.

"Working overtime?" Zhen San was puzzled.

"It's just that I should take a rest on duty, because I have to continue to be on duty because of temporary incidents." Zhao Lin changed the term.

"I get it when you say that."

Zhen San laughed and said: "There are such things. For example, if someone gathers a crowd to make trouble in the jurisdiction, or a major case occurs, the errand should still be done."

It seems that I can't get rid of overtime everywhere...

Zhao Lin didn't ask about overtime pay, so there must be no overtime pay.

"That's it."

While talking, the three came to the police room on the west side of the lobby, and Zhen San took a look inside.

"Boss Li is not here, and I will see you at midnight tomorrow morning."

After Zhen San finished speaking, she wanted to say goodbye and leave.

"Brother Zhen, stay here for a while."

Zhao Lin handed over a piece of silver weighing more than one or two taels, and said with a smile: "We are both rough and reckless, and we are not familiar with the rules in the yamen. Please give me some pointers."

Although Zhu Huaishan sent himself in through connections, the master book's favor is over, and there will be no one to take care of him if he does good or bad in the future.

Zhao Lin does not seek promotion and salary increase, but just wants to spend a few years here steadily.

But the yamen is deep, and it may not be easy to just seek stability. It is best to have someone who knows the inside story give advice.

Although Zhen San is a guard guarding the gate, this kind of person usually knows the most.

"Captor Zhao is being polite."

Zhen San quickly put away the money, tucked it into his sleeve and weighed it, with a satisfied look on his face.

"You just came in, and when your eyes were darkened, I will tell you something."

He led the two of them to an unnoticed colonnade, and explained the arrester's division of labor, organizational structure, personnel arrangements, etc., in detail.

It was not until the sun went down that we talked for more than half an hour before staying.

"Thank you, Brother Zhen."

Zhao Linxin said that the money was not in vain, and now he finally had a general understanding of the police profession.

At this time, the people in the yamen had almost left, Zhao Lin and Liang Song went out for a meal, and returned to the police room again.

The catcher's room is the place where the catcher works, and it is also used for temporary rest.

The room is quite spacious and can accommodate at least a hundred people. There are several tables at the north end of the entrance, seven or eight stools in the middle, and two earthen kangs built against the west wall.

The earth kang is covered with straw mats, which is suitable for sleeping.

It was still early, Zhao Lin and Liang Song practiced the six-character mantra.

In order not to disturb others, they only exhale without making a sound.

Before it got dark, the two fetched water from the well in the small courtyard in front of the door, washed up briefly, and prepared to rest.

"I'm out of luck tonight. If I hadn't come to watch the night, I would have no problem earning another seven or eight taels."

"Stop bragging, when did you not win first and then lose, so that only a pair of underpants were left?"

"Why do you speak so badly, kid? Could it be that you drank too much yellow soup in the brothel just now?"

"Stop making noise, don't let people hear gossip..."

Zhao Lin had excellent hearing, and heard someone talking in the direction of the yamen gate, and they were getting closer.

"one two three four five six."

Based on the sound of footsteps, he judged that it was a group of six people.

After a while, six detectives walked into the room talking and laughing.

Seeing Zhao Lin and Liang Song, several people were taken aback.

"Are you... new here?"

The person who asked the question was a forty-year-old man, dressed as a head catcher, with bluish-white marks on the joints of his fists, and his cultivation was at least in the bone training stage.

"Exactly." Zhao Lin and Liang Song stood up and clasped their fists at the same time.

Zhen San told the two of them that the yamen arranges people to watch the night every night, and these people should come to rest before the night watch.

The middle-aged Catcher saw that Zhao Lin had put on Catcher's clothes at a young age, frowned imperceptibly, said "Oh", and sat down on a stool casually, ignoring the two of them.

"Do you know what they are from?"

"do not know."

"I'm still staying in the Yamen at this time, I'm afraid I'm on a temporary job to get paid."

"Hmph, the hair hasn't even grown yet, so when you come in, you'll be a headhunter. Is there any fucking reason for this..."

Several police officers whispered in low voices, thinking that Zhao Lin couldn't hear them, but they didn't know that he had already quietly released an ultrasonic wave, listening to the conversation clearly.

Zhao Lin looked down at the uniform on his body and was speechless. He didn't expect that being a head catcher would make people jealous.

"Brother, shall I go and play with those two boys?" A male duck voiced quickly said.

"Forget it, we don't know his details, so don't cause trouble." The middle-aged catcher shook his head.

The male duck said unwillingly: "I have been working diligently for more than ten years, and I am still a small policeman. This kid looks like he is not yet 20 years old, and he rode on my head when he came in. What a bitch."

Zhao Lin heard from the voice that the voice of the male duck was the catcher who spoke before entering the door, and he didn't think so.

A good catch who can eat, drink, prostitute and gamble?

At the same time, he was also secretly vigilant, fearing that his future life would not be so easy.

Not long after, there was a sound of clappers at the second watch, and the middle-aged head catcher led a group of his men out of the catcher's room.

Zhao Lin and Liang Song unfolded the bed mats, lay down with their clothes on, and slept until dawn.

(End of this chapter)