deceitful cultivator

Chapter 56
The yamen servants arrived at their destination one after another, and the fat county magistrate had been waiting for a long time.

Apart from greeting everyone, he mainly wanted to say some high-sounding polite words, but he only got scattered responses.

The corner of Ren Qing's mouth twitched, there was not even a jailer present, it seemed that the county magistrate did not have a high status in the yamen.

Not to mention Song Zongwu, even Huang Ziwan didn't bother to talk to each other, maybe the fat county magistrate has already gotten used to it.

The Fat County Magistrate talked at length for a long time, and the actual reward came after his mouth was dry, and each person could get at least a few dozen taels of silver.

Ren Qing's reward was slightly more, but it was not too exaggerated.

Xiao Wu and other white servants were promoted, and the duties could be inherited by the eldest son from then on.

The fat county magistrate was still eloquent.

Ren Qing was a little helpless, but had no choice but to be patient, and the county magistrate did not end satisfactorily until half an hour later.

Immediately, Ren Qing and the others went to the Firework Hall.

But Bo Feng and the Li family brothers have already prepared a table of meals, and even bought a few jars of relatively expensive wine.

The pyrotechnic workers on Hexing Street were cleaning the courtyard nearby.

It seems that when Ren Qing left, Bofeng tidied them up obediently.

Bofeng quickly went up to meet him, and couldn't help but patted Xiao Wu on the shoulder: "You've grown strong, have you learned a lot from Ren Shiren?"

"Of course, but almost..."

Just as Xiao Wu was about to say something, he suddenly realized that the jailer asked him not to disclose the news, so he quickly shut his mouth.

"There is no safety in the city outside the city, as long as you can come back safely."

Bofeng sighed a little, he also followed the jailer out of the city several times, and every time some government servants would die inexplicably.

"Come, come, sit down and eat first."

Ren Qing couldn't wait to pick up a piece of crispy pork trotter, and immediately felt the fragrance on his lips and teeth.

Although there is no shortage of meat in the wilderness, there is barely enough water, so it is all baked, and I am tired of eating it.

Bofeng said with a smile: "If there is not enough food, I will ask Xiao Zhu to make more."

Not far away, the pyrotechnic workers on Hexing Street cast a resentful look.

Just letting you work but not eating, isn't that offending you, Bofeng?
Ren Qing was not in a hurry to rest after he was full of wine and food, but planned to go to Butcher Zhang.

When he first entered Sanxiang City, Ren Qing noticed that there were too many stewed stalls all over the street.

The Blood Dog Gang seems to be expanding blindly.

But in Ren Qing's view, there is something wrong with doing business like this.

He came to Butcher Zhang's residence. The original butcher's shop has now been converted into a private residence, and the marinated pigs have already been transferred to another shop.

Ren Qing knocked on the door but no one answered.

He could only frown and wait for a long time, but Butcher Zhang still did not return.

Seeing this, Ren Qing walked out of the alley, planning to ask Bofeng to search during the day to see if there was any change in the Blood Dog Gang.

However, he had just walked to the street, and the passers-by scattered around him, only a few stalls selling brine were still standing.

Ren Qing snorted coldly and stood there with his arms around his chest.

After a while, a group of members of the Blood Dog Gang walked quickly towards his position, and the leader among them was Chen Ben.

"Ren messenger, don't come..."

Ren Qing interrupted blankly: "What do you want me to do?"

Chen Ben's footsteps paused slightly, as if he was facing a hungry wolf out of the cage, staring at him covetously.

It's only been a few days since I saw him, and the pressure Ren Qing put on him is even better.

He couldn't help but asked cautiously: "I also know that you have just returned to Sanxiang City, messenger Ren, so I will clean up the dust for you, and would you like to have a face-to-face meeting?"

"No time, and the jailer still has a lot of things to do with me."

Cold sweat broke out on Chen Ben's forehead. Since Ren Qing moved out of the jailer, he must have relied on something.

I still remember that the law protector had told me that if Ren Qing was found to be involved with the jailer, he could not provoke him.

He had been influenced by Ren Qing's aura without knowing it.

Ren Qing asked bluntly: "You should be doing it for the stewed business, right?"

The astonishment flashed across Chen Ben's face.

Seeing this, Ren Qing suddenly had some guesses in his heart, and said without hesitation: "It seems that the formula has been leaked."

The Blood Dog Gang only leaked it when they knew there was an internal problem, so they rushed to increase the number of booths to avoid taking over the business.

Chen Ben came to him more because he was instructed by his superiors to use Ren Qing as a gunman to take the blame for the leaked formula.

Chen Ben hesitated and said, "Let's pretend nothing happened to Ren Shiren. Today is quite an offense."

"Where is my uncle's mouth?"

Chen Ben took a few steps back and said, "Master Zhang has gone to various places in the west of the city to buy goods. We don't have the habit of crossing rivers and tearing down bridges..."

"That's it, I'll go back first."

Ren Qing didn't want to get involved in the affairs of the Blood Dog Gang, even if there was no supply of pig eyes, at worst he would collect other eyeballs.

Now that Song Rong is dead, there is no need to worry too much.

For example, fish eye corns can also be purchased in large quantities, but they are smaller in size and the effect is far inferior to pig eyes.

Chen Ben watched Ren Qing go away, and couldn't help but be full of thoughts.

I'm afraid this person is not ordinary, there is no reason to offend him, as for the guardian, he has to report the truth.

He said to his subordinates: "In the future, don't send people to stare at Zhang Dazui, especially when Ren Qing appears, try to stay as far away as possible."

After Ren Qing returned to Huogongtang, he was still a little worried, so he asked Li Mian to go to Zhang Butcher's shop to confirm the situation.

Butcher Zhang entertained Li Mian with a smile on his face, and the latter added a wave of pig's eyes by the way.

In the next few days, the Blood Dog Gang did not continue to make trouble.

Ren Qing's lifespan increased steadily, and feeling the day when he was promoted to the Ghost Envoy Realm was approaching, he couldn't help but feel urgency in his heart.

At this time Song Zongwu came to the door, in order to join the jailer.

However, it was not as smooth as Ren Qing imagined. Currently, there is no quota for jailers in the yamen, and the next batch can only wait until next year.

But a few months apart, the variables are too big.

Song Zongwu said in a deep voice: "In fact, there are reserve guards in the prison guards, which are similar to the duties of white servants, to fill the vacancies of guards."

"Senior Song, there are no disadvantages, right?"

"The reserve service is for monks who are related to the jailer, and the Yamen's recruitment will definitely have a priority."

Ren Qing opened his mouth and asked, "Could it be that it's not easy to join the reserve team?"

Song Zongwu said with a smile: "It shouldn't be difficult with your strength to compete with a few monks for the position, just go through the motions."

Before Ren Qing thought about it for too long, Song Zongwu continued: "They are all monks cultivated by gangs. Are you afraid of offending these people with me?"

Ren Qing asked cautiously: "Why do I feel that there is something secret inside?"

Song Zong replied without a smile: "Actually, the gangs don't take the initiative to compete for the places in the reserves, it's just the yamen's request."

Ren Qing suddenly realized.

The gang will be controlled by all parties, how can there be a jailer who is comfortable, and the resources of the jailer are not comparable to the gang.

To put it bluntly, the gang is afraid that they won't be able to keep the monks, but they can't afford to offend the guards, so those who compete for the reserve positions should be people whose grandmothers don't kiss and uncles don't love.

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