The Great Seminary

Chapter 12 Fake Investigation

Clarify your thoughts.

Zhang Gui's expression gradually calmed down, and finally he was completely calm, just like usual.

“No wonder that bastard Zhang Jiuqing said you’re not an ordinary person, and that we’ll know the truth once we see your true colors.

I originally thought it was just his usual nonsense to suppress my ambition, but I didn't expect you to be so witty."

"Zhang Jiuqing praised me like this before, how could I not know it?" Zhang Gui said casually, now completely calm.

"Of course I won't tell you about this kind of thing that will only boost your ambition and destroy my prestige.

But I have an excuse to leave, what will you do?"

"According to circumstances."

"That won't work. Otherwise, I'll take you back to the mainland."

"Zhang Jiuqing and I are both five generations apart, so how could he possibly be distracted by me during such a crucial moment in my life?

are you crazy.

It's a blessing that you can leave at this critical juncture, so don't create unnecessary trouble.

Thousands, thousands."

"Dagui, you are indeed my good brother!" Zhang Jiuqing was so moved that tears filled his eyes and he hugged his little friend.

"Okay, there's still a month until the imperial examination. Even if we leave early, we'll still have to wait another half a month.

I don’t know if I can run away yet.”

The two were discussing when suddenly a shout came from outside:
"Is the Jiujiang official here? Has the town chief called a meeting?"

Zhang Jiujiang was stunned and quickly replied, "Okay, I'll go right away."

As he spoke, he wiped the tears from his face, patted Zhang Gui's shoulder and said:
"Don't worry, Dagui. Since you've suggested keeping me safe, I'll definitely be thinking about your safety as well."

"Zhang Jiujiang, you must not act on your own at this time." Zhang Gui said anxiously.

Zhang Jiujiang did not answer, but just looked at Zhang Gui deeply, turned around, pushed the door and left.

Zhang Gui opened his mouth but couldn't call out to him, so he could only close the door again with a nervous mood.

According to his previous plan, he should meet with his peers, chat a few times, and integrate into the group.

But now he no longer has the leisure to do so, and continues to stay in the side room to enjoy the peace and quiet.

Thinking about what he should do next given the drastic changes in the situation in Kuroki Town.

In the blink of an eye, it was noon.

Zhang Gui had already prepared several plans and left the room with a determined mind.

At this time, he was finally in the mood to deal with his peers.

After all, it’s the first day of work, and even if you have someone above you, you still have to do some presentation work.

But by then everyone had already gone to eat.

Zhang Gui walked around the office and found it empty, so he went out to the street in a depressed mood and planned to have lunch before making any plans.

After a night of 'liveliness', Kuroki Town seemed to have returned to its peaceful state.

The restaurants and brothels are still open, but there are fewer merchants on the streets.

Zhang Gui randomly ordered a bowl of roast pork rice, a plate of vegetables, and a plate of braised food at a small restaurant, and started eating with big mouthfuls.

After finishing the meal in no time, I still felt hungry, so I ordered another bowl of chicken leg rice, thinking I would eat half of it to fill my stomach.

Pack up the leftovers and eat them in the evening.

Unexpectedly, he still wasn't full after eating this bowl of chicken leg rice. Zhang Gui was wondering why his appetite had become so big.

“I only heard that after entering Taoism, the Kuo family will improve their diet.

Eat good grains and fine meat and use the method of alchemy to concentrate them into something called "fine pills" or "jerky pills".

I haven’t heard that poor people will become useless if they don’t upgrade.

Could it be due to puberty, or perhaps the transformed stomach and intestines of the Divine Cong's "Drinking the River" have become not only a water tank but also a rice bucket? Suddenly, someone tapped my shoulder from behind.

Zhang Gui turned around and saw two patrol guards standing behind him. They sat down and bowed, saying:

"Two patrol brothers, please."

The patrol officers were one old and one young, the older one looked kinder;
The boy has handsome features but thin lips, a hooked nose, drooping eyes, and a gloomy look.

He asked knowingly with a blank expression, "Are you Zhang Gui?"

"That's right, big brother recognized me?" Zhang Gui said in surprise.
"If we don't recognize all the guys sent to Blackwood Town by the Chamber of Commerce, then we shouldn't be patrolmen anymore.

Come take a trip with us.
Being a fighter in Luan Ya is a life-threatening job, no matter it is during the development period or the maintenance period.

Just like last night's fighting, others could hide away, but the patrolmen had to take the lead.

Therefore, the main force of this group of people was never recruited from the Zhang family in Pingyang, but were desperate criminals recruited by Zhang Yan himself.

But in Waiyeyang, as long as he has military power and courage, he will have status.

The patrol guards have held a high position since their establishment. There are no hangers-on in the group. An ordinary patrol guard is equivalent to a big clerk in the Four Seasons Trading Company.
Xiao Xing is equivalent to the head of a clerk;
Pingxingchang is equivalent to being in charge;

Zhang Yan will directly serve as the chief star.

During wartime, the patrol guards serve as the defenders of Kuroki Town, and in normal times they are equivalent to yamen runners.

Pingxingchang hears all kinds of civil and criminal cases and is equivalent to a people-friendly official.

For example, Zhang Yan’s confidant Guan Xihui was given the title of patrol officer Pingxing.

The patrol system has great power, and it is no exaggeration to say that it is Zhang Yan's base.

This kind of person came to his house in broad daylight. Even though Zhang Gui guessed why, he still played dumb and stared with his eyes wide open.
"What does the patrol want from me?"

"It's okay, we'll come to your house. Let's go and talk when we get to the guard post."

Because of their relationship, the patrol guards of Kuroki Town do not get along with the guys of Four Seasons Trading Company.

But they were also wary of each other, so even though the gloomy face's tone was unfriendly, they didn't show any anger.

Zhang Gui readily stood up and followed the two patrol guards through the streets and alleys to the Heimu Town Guard Station.

As the only wild government office in the town that can be compared with the town government office, the town guard station is slightly remote but extremely large in scale.

training ground;
The dormitory for single patrol guards;
The military villages where the families of the married patrol guards lived;

Children's school;

The board lobby and other facilities are built according to a unique plan, with the official land in front and the private land close to the city wall at the back.

After the latest expansion of Kuroki Town, its area has occupied more than 10% of the entire city.

When we arrived at the council hall, we saw a "registration drum" more than one meter high erected in the entrance hall, just like the prefecture and county government offices of regular governments on the mainland.

There were large characters written on a wooden sign next to the drum:

"You don't need a drumstick, just punch your fist and it will make a sound. When it makes a sound, the court will be open and all matters will be judged impartially."

Zhang Gui followed the old and young patrol guards into the lobby.

There were already a lot of people standing in the hall, and it was as chaotic as a vegetable market, completely different from the solemn and dignified image he had imagined.

Looking up, it was Guan Xihui sitting in the hall, with a bitter face, twisting his beard, looking around and pleading:

"My dear officers, my dear officers, those who died last night were your peers.

Some are blood relatives with the same surname.

They were beheaded by the murderers, and you relatives are mourning their loss. In order to help them get revenge, can't you even tell us your whereabouts?

Is this still the behavior of the descendants of the Pingyang Zhang family, who have passed down farming and studying for seven hundred years?

If the news gets out to the countryside, I'm afraid even our family's reputation will be affected."

The manager of the Zhang family's business in Pingyang would not be afraid of the garrison in Heimu Town, but he would definitely be afraid of getting a reputation for being 'unfriendly to relatives and breaking the moral code'.

The lobby immediately became quiet.

(End of this chapter)