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Wu Shiqi's thoughts turned sharply, filtering all kinds of possibilities in his mind.

The Zhong family is a very special existence. They have been raising and breeding dogs for the Zhen Fusi three hundred years ago. Every hound used by the Fusi of the towns and states in Yu State came from the Zhong family compound.

In addition, the Zhong family will also sell a small amount of special dogs to the outside world, such as tall and mighty watchdogs that can tear wolves alive, and palm-sized, lively and cute ornamental dogs, which are very popular both at home and abroad.

With this extra money, the Zhong family can earn at least a few hundred thousand guan every year. However, this family with a long history still follows the tradition, and the whole family huddles in the old mansion of Hepingfang in the southwest of the city.

There are several other families like the Zhong family. They are deeply hidden in the Zhen Fu Division, specializing in one or several matters. Through low-key and loyalty, in exchange for long-term shelter. Like a vine attached to a towering tree.

If it was really the hunting dog of the Zhong family, it would have died in the square market for no apparent reason

Wu Shiqi's face remained calm, and he quietly waved his hands, signaling his subordinates not to speak, while he himself responded to what Fangzheng Xiaoli said.

Fortunately, it was discovered early, otherwise, half of the people in the workshop would have drunk bad water.

The official officials in the square complained incessantly, calling the residents in the square to come over, fetching water with buckets in turn, first fishing up the sewage in the well, and then pulling the bottom of the well with fishing nets to prevent rotten flesh, bones and other residues .

By the way, there is also this dog corpse.

He slapped his forehead and said to the two young men in the workshop: Zhang Wulang and Qian Liulang, please transport this dog corpse to the butcher of King Huaizhenfang. He has a big furnace, which is specially used to deal with the dead. Big beast, pay him to burn this thing down

Wait a minute.

Wu Shiqi interrupted and said with a smile: This dog corpse is considered as evidence, let us take it back to the government office.

Fangzheng asked doubtfully, Evidence?

Wu Shiqi explained: Yes. According to the brochures published by the Imperial Medical Office, dead animal corpses are counted as sources of plague pollution. Throwing corpses into wells is also counted as spreading the disease, no different from poisoning.

That's right, that's right, we have to check it out and see if it was that guy who is not as good as a pig or a dog.

Fangzheng nodded again and again, greeted the neighbors enthusiastically, and found two large pieces of tarpaulin to help wrap the rotten dog carcass into a package.

Wu Qiqi was afraid that the smell would not be able to cover it, so he wrapped it with cloth several times, then led someone to take the package and went straight to the Wannian County Government Office.

It was almost evening at this time, Wannian county magistrate was about to go home after finishing his official duties for the day, when he was interrupted by Wu Shiqi, who dragged him to the backyard of the county government to explain the cause of the incident.

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After listening to Wu Shiqi's statement, Wannian County Magistrate frowned and said in a low voice, Are you sure that's the Zhong family's dog?

Nine times out of ten.

Wu Shiqi nodded, When I was patrolling the streets a few years ago, I saw the female family members of the Zhong family going out in Furong Garden. They were leading this kind of dog at the time. They braided their hair and cut their hair specially, and cherished it. abnormal.

Wannian county magistrate paced back and forth, hesitant to speak a few times, and sighed: Why do you say this? If someone loses something, it will be sent back to that family. If it is impossible to inform the town governor, why bother to take it with you? Come back to the government office.

In extraordinary times, we have to guard against it.

Wu Shiqi answered frankly. The Zhong family was originally a branch of the Zhenfu Department, so if they told the Zhenfu Department, wouldn't it be for the heroes to investigate the heroes, and for the heroes to investigate the heroes?

.All right.

Maybe it was moved by Wu Shiqi, the county magistrate finally nodded, Go and call Wu Zuo.

Wu Shiqi called for the county magistrate's office worker, and after a while, the old office worker in a butcher's overcoat walked out of the autopsy room with a confused expression on his face.

The county magistrate asked, What was the result?

Dead for about three days. Died of... a beast attack?

Wu Zuo took off his coat, The wound is broken and messy, but it is formed in one piece. It looks like something bitten off the abdominal cavity. But even a liger doesn't have such a big mouth.

Wu Zuo paused, and muttered, Could it be bitten by a pig and a dragon?

Wu Shiqi and the county magistrate looked at each other,

Piggy dragon? Where did the crocodiles come from in Chang'an?

Wait, there are. To the east of Daming Palace, there is a royal garden

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Clang clang clang.

The Haotian bell rang at the right time, and Song Shaoyuan, who was wearing an official uniform, twisted his sore shoulders and continued to write on the booklet.

This is the government office of Dali Temple, and his current identity is the master book of Dali Temple.

Song Dalang is still busy?

A middle-aged man with a goatee opened the door and walked into the room, rubbed his hands, and said with an embarrassed and obsequious smile: Why don't you go home to spend time with your wife and daughter? Just leave the rest of the paperwork to me.

It's Mr. Liu. No need, there's not much left.

Song Shaoyuan couldn't help being a little funny when he saw the person coming. The other party is on the same level as myself, and they are all masters from the seventh rank, but their daily relationship always reveals a hint of flattery. A few days ago, I came to the house to give a gift - a jade longevity lock for the baby.

Then I'll make a pot of tea.

Master Liu still refused to leave, and made tea, poured water, and grinded ink, and finally sat at the table with a look of hesitation.

Master Liu, can I help you with anything?

Seeing the other party like this, Song Shaoyuan simply put down his pen. Master Liu is not a bad person, he is serious in his work and skilled in business, but his personality is a bit more rigid, and he can't even do well in asking for gifts and flattering others, so he has been unable to get promoted for so many years.

Uh... Master Liu didn't expect Song Shaoyuan to ask such a straightforward question, he was stunned for a moment, and then said eagerly: That's right, my Erlang is seventeen this year, isn't he going to be admitted to the Imperial Medical Office? The face is not as good-looking as the other party, and it was brushed down. It was the same last year, and it was only one point away. My mother-in-law and I are worried, watching him eat and sleep at home, and he can’t sleep well.”

As the ward became bigger and bigger, the number of new students in the Imperial Medical Office became more and more expensive. In Chang'an, it is second only to Xuegong and Guozijian.

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Song Shaoyuan originally wanted to politely refuse, but seeing Mr. Liu's embarrassing and flattering begging expression, he inexplicably thought of how his mother helped him to enroll in Weizhou State School, and his heart softened, and he said: Okay, I'll go and ask for you .But there's no guarantee it will work.

Master Liu instantly turned from worry to joy, stood up excitedly, and couldn't stop bowing to thank him.

Song Shaoyuan had no choice but to get up and support the other party, and was about to explain a few words not to publicize it to the outside world, when he heard a commotion outside the courtyard, and several Dali Temple servants hurried towards the prison.

Song Shaoyuan and Master Liu also went out to follow, and came to the underground prison, where they found it noisy and chaotic.

A prisoner in prison uniform and shackled lay in a prison corridor with white eyes, twitching limbs and vomiting.

The jailers formed a circle around him, not daring to come forward to rescue him—both because he didn't know how to rescue him, and because he was a prisoner.

This person is one of the Haotian believers who caused the most trouble, and he is the object of strict supervision by Shangfeng.