What's wrong with me, a powerful minister, supporting a few female officials?

Chapter 18 Surrender
Su Mo made an excuse to leave and then hid in a corner.

Just as he expected, not long after, he saw Yao Shitou rushing towards the county government office!

Su Mo thought to himself, "That's settled."

Wait a little longer, and you can turn yourself in at the yamen without worrying about suffering physical pain!

Which county government office would dare to torture the Imperial Guards?

Su Mo didn't believe Yao Shitou could resist this temptation!

This is a golden opportunity to get close to the county magistrate!

Again.

Clerks may be corrupt, but they can't be stupid.

How many times in a lifetime can one have such a chance to defy fate?
Even once is too much!

Once Yao Shitou meets the county magistrate, everything will be fine.

As long as he suspects that he may have some connection with the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

He dares to gamble?
Does he dare to go to the Embroidered Uniform Guard to verify?
Take a step back.

The county magistrate was either incredibly audacious, or perhaps still a naive young man after serving as an official for over a decade, and he actually went to the Embroidered Uniform Guard to verify the claim. In the end, the Embroidered Uniform Guard also came out to refute the rumor.

Does he really dare to believe what the Embroidered Uniform Guard says?
These things can only be believed to exist, not to be denied!
Su Mo was in no hurry to turn himself in.

Let's wait and see.

He was knocked unconscious by Chen Qian in the middle of the night, and it's already noon now, and he hasn't eaten a single thing.

Su Mo turned her head and saw a steamed bun shop on the side of the street. It was quite busy with customers, so the buns must taste good.

Su Mo entered the store and found a seat.

An old man with a towel draped over his shoulder came over and wiped the table for Su Mo: "Sir, what would you like to eat?"

Su Mo thought for a moment and said, "Give me a few mixed vegetable buns and half a bowl of mutton."

Then he asked, "Do you have any drinks?"

The old man quickly replied, "We do have some wine, but it's just a mixture of coarse grains and rice wine, I'm afraid you won't be used to it."

The small shops on the street are frequented by ordinary, impoverished people.

Judging from Su Mo's attire, although he wasn't a high-ranking official, he certainly wasn't from the lower classes either.

Su Mo waved her hand: "It's okay, have a bowl."

The food was brought out quickly.

Su Mo glanced at it.

The steaming hot buns were quite substantial and glistened with oil, indicating that a lot of oil had been used.

No wonder there are so many customers.

The mutton was steamed until very tender and soft. What's special is that some spices were added, making it smell wonderful and taste delicious.

Although it cannot compare to the richly flavored dishes of later generations.

But in ancient times, it was considered quite good.

The container was full of liquid, but it was very cloudy. It tasted almost like vinegar, just with a slight hint of alcohol.

It really is alcohol!
Su Mo has discovered another way to make money.

Distilled spirits should be a viable business.

Despite the large population and limited food reserves in Dawu, decades of recuperation have enabled many to solve their basic needs and begin to pursue a life of leisure and enjoyment.

Alcohol is definitely a hard currency.

Moreover, it is not subject to the same strict controls as salt and iron.

If you manage to latch onto the female commander's coattails, you might as well give it a try.

Money is a good thing no matter the era.

The world of immortals and heroes is no exception.

It's like Chen Qian took out real money and immediately changed the attitude of the clerks!

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Su Mo smiled and asked them to pay the bill.

The old man came over eagerly: "Have you eaten well, sir?"

Su Mo nodded and smiled, "Not bad, the portion is generous and there's enough oil and salt!"

How much is needed?

The old man immediately replied, "Not much, just three coins!"

Money is divided into large sums and small sums.

The large coins were copper coins, which were slightly larger in size, while the small coins were iron coins, which were slightly smaller in size.

One large coin could be exchanged for three small coins. During the Great Wu Dynasty, copper was scarce, so coins were quite valuable.

Three large coins were enough for Su Mo to enjoy a delicious meal.

An average able-bodied man earns about a hundred coins a month.

This is also why local thugs and ruffians compete to become unpaid servants in government offices.

After all, a white-collar worker could earn three to five taels of silver a year, which was equivalent to three to five thousand coins.

A month's income is around four hundred coins, which is three or four times that of ordinary people!
Su Mo took out three large coins and handed them to the old man, casually saying, "Old man, your shop is quite popular."

"You must earn quite a bit over the course of a year."

The old man said with a forced smile, "I rely entirely on the help of my neighbors to earn a meager living, which is barely enough to support my family."

Su Mo smiled but didn't say anything.

A pretty young woman carrying a food tray couldn't help but snort, saying resentfully, "What's the point of making money!"

"I'm busy from morning till night, but it's hard to make a lot of money."

"Damn the yamen runners and clerks came and took half of it. Then the thugs and hooligans came and took half of it too. How many will be left?"

Su Mo's expression instantly turned awkward.

The old man glared at the woman and then went to greet the other guests.

Su Mo thought it was about time.

Just then, they saw Chen Ping leading several servants, carrying iron rulers and chains, swaggering towards the steamed bun shop.

Su Mo raised his hand and called out, "Head Chen!"

Chen Ping looked at Su Mo in astonishment, his expression turning strange.

He turned around and there.

One of the guards couldn't help but exclaim, "Head Chen, Su Mo!"

Chen Ping snorted heavily: "Who is Su Mo! You've mistaken me for someone else!"

Unexpectedly, Su Mo greeted him even more warmly: "Hey Chen, it's me, Su Mo!"

"How about we grab something to eat? It's on me!"

Chen Tou...

That's when I couldn't keep up the act anymore.

He arrived with a few servants, looking rather annoyed, and sat down casually!
The other customers at the steamed bun shop were terrified and dropped off their coins, then got up and left!

The old man at the steamed bun shop and the pretty young woman stared at Chen Ping, then at Su Mo, dumbfounded.

He hurriedly sent the woman back inside, then nervously stepped forward to greet her: "Esteemed officers, would you... would you like something to eat?"

Su Mo said generously, "One serving for everyone, just like before!"

Chen Ping didn't know whether to cry or laugh!
He glared fiercely at Su Mo: "Su the fool, Su the fool!"

"As expected, there are only wrong names, not wrong nicknames!"

"You seriously injured Zhou Meng, and the old master ordered your arrest. Do you still dare to stay here?"

Su Mo laughed and said, "Aren't I just planning to turn myself in?"

"After Chen and his colleagues have finished eating, I will go back to the yamen with you!"

Chen Ping snorted: "Eat what!"

"You're coming back to the yamen with me right now!"

After saying that, he turned to the old man and said curtly, "Take it all!"

Su Mo obediently followed Chen Ping.

Chen Ping's lips twitched incessantly.
If we were to ask who among the three shifts of constables least wanted Su Mo to be captured, Chen Qian would be number one, and he would definitely be number two.

the reason is simple.

Su Mo was a servant under Chen Qian, while Chen Qian was an assistant under Chen Ping!

He is Su Mo's boss!
Su Mo committed a crime that implicated Chen Qian.

If Chen Qian commits a crime, won't it implicate Chen Ping?

If Chen Qian is the protector of the smuggled salt dealers, then he is the protector of the protector!
Money flowed into his purse without any shortage!

Chen Ping really didn't want to arrest Su Mo, but this Su Mo had gone completely mad and actually wanted to turn himself in!
His face turned dark.

All he could do was figure out was how to distance himself from Chen Qian.

Su Mo, however, asked with a carefree smile, "Boss Chen, has the magistrate heard Zhou Laizi's case yet?"

(End of this chapter)