[Comprehensive] Short-lived ghost

"Brother, this padded jacket is really warm. I like the black one." Wu Song changed into a black "down jacket" and said happily, touching the soft clothes.

He Fang is wearing a white down jacket. In order to make these two down jackets, He Fang has killed a lot of chickens and ducks. When he collects more chicken feathers and duck feathers, he still wants to find someone to make a down quilt. But by then, the sky will not be like it is now. It's so cold.

The two brothers got into the carriage sent by the county magistrate. The carriage did not have thick cushions, and there were no anti-vibration springs on the wheels, and they walked on a dirt road with potholes. It is extremely uncomfortable. As a modern person, especially a modern person who lives a refined life, if he wants to live comfortably in ancient times, there are many things to transform, but the premise is to have enough money.

The 100 taels of gold was used up by He Fang and there was not much left. It just so happened that this business came to him on his own initiative.

When they arrived at the county magistrate's mansion, he handed over the invitation and was notified by the servants before He Fang and Wu Song entered the house. The two found seats at random and sat down. After a while, someone brought two cups of tea.

Wu Song picked up the teacup and saw that the water was not too hot, so he raised his head and drank it in one gulp.

He Fang smelled the fragrance of the tea leaves, saw Wu Song spoiling the good tea like a cow drinking tea, shook his head, took a sip of the tea, the water was not good, if you use the snow from wintersweet flowers to make the tea, the taste will be better. better.

"I have something to delay, and I have neglected the two of you."

He Fang and Wu Song stood up and said hello, exchanged greetings with the county magistrate before sitting down.

The county magistrate ordered someone to send an invitation card to He Fang. He was supposed to greet him well, but he left He Fang aside and chattered endlessly with Wu Song, who was not good at words. When the clothes on his body were pulled, his expression became vivid and he talked more.

He Fang was left on the sidelines but he was not in a hurry, he took a small sip of the teacup, leisurely and leisurely, when the cup of tea was finished, He Fang stood up, and the magistrate who had been staring at He Fang paused for a moment.

"Xiao Ke goes to the latrine, the two of you can chat slowly." He Fang cupped his hands and said.

"Brother, I'm going too." Wu Song also got up.

"Come here, take the two guests to the hut."

After He Fang and Wu Song left, a figure flashed out from the house. This person was Ximen Qing, and his Yishou Wan was almost used up. Difficulty sleeping and eating.

"Don't be surprised by favor or humiliation, he has an extraordinary bearing. I didn't pay attention that day. When I saw him today, I realized that Wu Dalang is not an ordinary person. I'm afraid it's not that simple to use power to persecute him." The county magistrate said with his hands behind his back.

"Your Excellency has also tried Yishou Pill and Xiaoyao Pill. Who wouldn't want to take it every day to prolong life, but 100 taels of gold is too much. You must know that the medicinal materials are provided by me. If you want to get the prescription, don't you need as much medicine as you want? At that time, if you send it to the top, won't your lord have a prosperous official career?" Ximen Qing said with a flattering smile.

Ximen Qing himself had no way to force He Fang, so he found an ally. He deliberately concealed the information that He Fang might be able to make alchemy. He even optimistically believed that even if he didn't have alchemy, he could still make pills with a prescription.

Thinking of dedicating the pills to Gao Taiwei, Cai Taishi, and even the current emperor in the future, how rich it would be if he won the favor and became a close minister of the emperor. After listening, I made a note secretly, and then went to the kitchen.

"Brother, toilets in the world are as smelly as toilets, so our toilet is better." Wu Song put on his belt and walked out of the toilet, saying disgustedly.

He Fangzheng was admiring the plum blossoms with his hands behind his back, and laughed when he heard him randomly changing the proverbs, "You'd better read more books."

"You two officials, the banquet has been prepared, and my master has invited you." A servant came over and said.

Wu Song and He Fang were led to a room where delicacies were already set up on the table. The magistrate invited them to sit down. The butler waited on him and poured wine for the three of them. The magistrate toasted and said a few opening remarks. After clinking glasses with the two, He Fang had a tiny silver needle hidden between his fingernails, confirming that the wine was not poisoned. Just as he was about to drink it, the ring on his neck suddenly became hot, burning his skin.

He Fang's heart was full of alarm bells, and he looked up to see the faint smile of the magistrate hidden under the cup. In the blink of an eye, He Fang knocked down the wine glass in Wu Song's hand. With bubbles, there is a pungent smell.

As soon as the wine glass shattered, ten police officers with knives came rushing into the room, holding up shining simple knives. Wu Song saw the poisoned wine on the ground, and broke out in a cold sweat from fear, but he immediately regained his composure and instinctively Pull He Fang behind him, and block himself in front.

"What are you going to do?" Wu Song roared, shaking several arresters to show timidity, and looked at the magistrate one after another.

Boss, it's different from what we discussed in advance. Didn't we wait for Wu Song to drink poisoned wine and die, and you keep throwing glasses, and then we rush in to subdue the helpless Wu Dalang?

The county magistrate secretly analyzed the situation. There were ten men with knives on his side, and Wu Song was alone on the other side, and one person was no match for many punches. What's more, he had to protect his brother, "The brothers of the Wu family intend to murder this official, so take it quickly." Come on, take me to prison." The magistrate waved his hand to give the order, and then retreated outside the door to avoid being harmed.

After hearing this, several arresters had no choice but to bite the bullet and rush forward.

Wu Song lifted the table violently to block the crowd's attack, and then kicked the table over, knocking down the two of them.

"Officer dog, how dare you frame our brother. If you don't die today, you will be killed." Wu Song pointed at the county magistrate like a sharp sword, and shouted sharply.

"Catch Wu Dalang and threaten him, let's see how he can continue to show off his prestige." The magistrate was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, pointing at He Fang and yelling.

He Fang took off his snow-white down jacket silently, folded it carefully and put it aside, muttered: "It's not easy to wash if it's stained with blood, I knew it would be black, alas."

Seeing He Fang muttering, the others thought that he had already started to speak incoherently after being frightened. He was still undressing and folding his clothes at this time, so he was frightened crazy.

Wu Song was close but could hear clearly. He turned his head and said, "Brother, these people were ordered by the dog officer, and they were also forced to do nothing. Let's save their lives."

Look, the elder brother is crazy, and the younger brother is also stupid. What a poor pair of brothers.

He Fang was a little embarrassed, "It's hard to say, I still can't control the strength, I just try not to hit their vitals, at most hemiplegia."

Wu Song laughed and said, "Brother is kind."

The two couldn't listen anymore, they raised their knives and rushed towards He Fang, He Fang grabbed someone's wrist with a crackling sound, and the handle of the knife fell to the ground, followed by a heart-wrenching cry, the man squatted on the ground crying with his arms covered Get up, oh what a painful realization.

He Fang then raised his foot and kicked the other person, who spit out a mouthful of blood with a puff, knocked down the chair and lay on the ground motionless.

There was a sudden silence in the room, the rest of the people stopped their movements, you look at me, I look at you.

What happened just now?Did you see it?

I see, I may have to go to the doctor to have my eyes checked.

I must have not slept well last night and hallucinated.

"I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to be so weak." He Fang squatted beside the man vomiting blood, and patted his back, "Are you okay?"

The few who were still able to move looked in the direction of the door. The county magistrate hurriedly summoned the servants of the mansion to show up. No matter men, women, old or young, everyone went into battle with a broom, some with a feather duster, and some with a feather duster. The one with the kitchen knife, the one with the whip, and the one with the abacus are really unique.

They stood behind the magistrate, with indifferent expressions on their faces, not the kind of expressions of common hatred and hatred. They didn't seem to be here to fight, but rather to watch.

Look at the tables, chairs and benches, what a huge expense, what a crime, the old gentleman counted them with an abacus.

It was really annoying to have to clean up the pieces of soup all over the floor. The little maid held the broom in her hand resentfully.

It's none of my business. I'm feeding the horse. If the horse is hungry, don't kick me. The groom waved the whip in his hand, simulating the heroic scene of fighting the horse.

He Fang walked around the mess, and several arresters with knives quickly stepped aside to make way for him. When He Fang walked to the door, the magistrate pointed at He Fang and shouted, "Wu Dalang, can you Think about it clearly, you are murdering an imperial court official."

He Fang waved his hand, "I never meant to kill you."

"It's my official who misunderstood you, so let's pretend that today's incident never happened."

He Fang laughed: "You forgot to take your medicine today."

"Indeed, I have a severe headache and feel unwell. I have to go back to my room to rest." He turned to leave while clutching his forehead.

He Fang quickly approached him, grabbed his arm, "Master Zhixian, I have a good medicine for your illness."

"Don't trouble Mr. Wu."

Zhixian's body began to tremble, and his voice became weak.

"It's not troublesome at all. The Magistrate's body is shaking so badly. It seems that he is seriously ill. You must listen to my prescription."

After speaking, he dragged the magistrate into the house, and several police officers helped the unconscious brother who vomited blood to come out, and the door closed behind them.

"My lord will encounter an accident, shall I rush in to save my lord?" the butler asked the head catcher.

The head catcher waved his hand, "Rushing in will actually harm the adults."

"Oh, the big guys are gone, go to work, don't try to be lazy, or you will be deducted from your wages." The housekeeper drove the people back to their respective positions.

The head catcher sent the injured brother to see a doctor first, and he still guarded the door respectfully.

After less than a stick of incense, the door opened, and the head catcher stood up vigilantly, only to see the county magistrate following He Fang with a flattering smile on his face, bowing his hands, "I hope you will help me more in the future."

He Fang, however, looked impatient, "Let's get that done first."

"It will be done, sir, don't worry."

Catcher rubbed his eyes, it seems that I have to go and see mine quickly.

The author has something to say: Without an outline, my thoughts slipped away on a banana peel. I don’t know what I will write. In a word, this is a cool article. The chickens are gone, so dealing with them is easy.