Raising husband in Zhai Douwen

Yang Jiming brought Shang Jiayan to Laobulai's house.

When the old man saw Yang Jiming, he quickly put down what he was doing and stepped forward to greet him.

"Young Master Yang, you are here, please sit down." He brought over the only unbroken chair at home.

The old man only found out not long ago that the Shuntian Mansion policeman who helped him was the young master of the Hou Mansion.

Yang Jiming said to him: "That's not bad, this is my wife. I'll bring him here to see your craftsmanship."

"Hello, Mrs. Yang." The old man hurriedly said hello.

Shang Jiayan nodded to him, then looked at Yang Jiming suspiciously.

Yang Jiming wiped the chair with a handkerchief and asked Shang Jiayan to sit down.Then, he dragged a bench in the corner over to sit on himself.

The old man looked at them a little excitedly, but also a little nervous.

Yang Jiming said with a smile: "That's not bad, take out some of the things you made and show my wife."

"Okay." The old man wiped his hands on the apron in front of him, and brought over a set of things he had just made recently.

The old man showed them, "This is a set of emerald heads."

Shang Jiayan looked at this set of masks suspiciously, and took a look at each of them.

From the words of Yang Jiming and Lao Bubai, it is not difficult for him to guess that this is an imitation.However, he also looked carefully, only to find that the texture and color did not seem to be fake.

Yang Jiming looked at him as if offering a treasure, "How about it, do you see anything coming?"

Shang Jiayan shook his head lightly.

Yang Jiming winked at Lao Buai, and Lao Buai took another set of heads that looked exactly the same.

Shang Jiayan compared them carefully, and couldn't help being amazed: "It's really exactly the same, I can't tell the difference."

Yang Jiming said with a smile: "Old man's craft, if he takes the second place, no one dares to take the first place."

The old man smiled and said, "It's Yang Sanshao who thinks highly of me." The old man has worked for decades, and most of the dignitaries find him to work, but maybe only Yang Jiming really thinks highly of him.

Afterwards, the old man brought out some objects to show them.

Shang Jiayan also watched carefully, and asked Lao Bulai a lot of ways to distinguish the authenticity.

It was not until the sky was getting dark that Yang Jiming and Shang Jiayan bid farewell to Lao Bubai.

Yang Jiming asked the driver to drive to a food street in Nancheng, and brought Shang Jiayan to the lively night market.

On one side are food stalls, and on the other side are vendors making various snacks.The crowd was bustling and shouting one after another.

Shang Jiayan couldn't help asking again: "Do you come here often?"

Yang Jiming said: "I also came here after I was on errands. I would occasionally come here for something to eat when patrolling the streets."

He led Shang Jiayan past each booth, and everyone greeted him familiarly.

Then, they stopped in front of a wonton stand.

The owner of the stall is an old couple, a big pot, three small tables, crowded with guests.

"Grandma Li, two bowls of beef wontons." Yang Jiming said loudly, then he took two small stools and put them aside, and wiped them with a rag.

A guest said: "Young Master Yang, I'm done eating, please sit here."

"Thank you, Uncle Zhang."

"It's all right."

The man named Uncle Zhang put the bowls and chopsticks into the bucket specially used for tableware storage, and Yang Jiming and Shang Jiayan squeezed together in the space he vacated.

The guest eating wontons at the same table asked: "Did Sanshao Yang bring friends to take care of Grandpa and Grandma Li's business?"

"This is my wife."

Immediately, the person sitting on the other side of Shang Jiayan moved the stool to the side.

Everyone hurriedly said, "Hello, Mrs. Yang."

Shang Jiayan smiled slightly and nodded slightly to them.

Grandma Li turned her head and said, "Young Master Yang, the wontons are ready."

Yang Jiming responded, walked over and brought over two bowls of wontons.

Under Yang Jiming's expectant gaze, Shang Jiayan took a bite with a spoon.

"How about it?"

"It was delicious."

"Grandpa Li and Grandma Li have excellent craftsmanship."

The person next to him smiled and said, "This wonton stall has been around for 40 to [-] years."

Hearing this, Shang Jiayan couldn't help eating two more bites, it was really delicious.

After eating wontons, Yang Jiming took Shang Jiayan to eat several snacks.

When they came out of the food street, Shang Jiayan couldn't help touching his belly, as if he was full...

"Ji Ming, let's walk for a while to digest food."

"it is good."

The two walked along the side of the road, Fuquan and Huai'an, who were also full of food, followed behind them, as did the coachman.

After walking two streets, when they were about to get into the carriage, they suddenly heard someone shouting not far away: "Killed! Killed!"

Hearing the sound, Yang Jiming was going to have a look.

Shang Jiayan quickly grabbed him, "It's too dangerous."

Fuquan stepped forward and said, "Young Master, Young Madam, I ran over to take a sneak peek."

Yang Jiming nodded, and Fuquan ran over to check the situation.

Shang Jiayan said to Yang Jiming: "You haven't practiced kung fu, and you haven't brought self-defense weapons. Don't stand out casually, and don't go to dangerous places alone. Don't forget that you just promised me to be measured in everything today. This is also a kind of measure."

"I see." Yang Jiming listened obediently.

After a while, Fuquan ran back, "Master, the watchman was killed, and someone has already reported to the yamen."

Yang Jiming walked over, and Shang Jiayan also followed.

The watchman was called Chen Guangming. He was stabbed in the heart and died just as he was about to go out to watch the watchman.

Not long after, Zhang Yong rushed over with a team of yamen servants.

Zhang Yong asked people to ask the people nearby about the situation, and he also asked Yang Jiming.

After understanding the situation, Zhang Yong said to him: "Ji Ming, take your wife back first, and we will discuss this matter in the Yamen tomorrow."

"it is good."

Yang Jiming took Shang Jiayan's hand and left, and found that his hand was a little cold, so he rubbed it for him.

After getting into the carriage, Yang Jiming asked softly, "You weren't frightened just now, were you?"

Shang Jiayan shook his head, "It's just that the place where it was stabbed was stained with blood, so it doesn't look scary."

Seeing that his expression was normal, Yang Jiming nodded reassuringly.

After returning home, the two of them washed up and went to sleep directly.

On the second day, when Yang Jiming arrived at the Yamen, Xu Yihuan called him over.

Xu Yihuan asked: "How is the preparation for the child test?"

Yang Jiming replied truthfully: "Sir, the problem is not serious."

Xu Yihuan nodded and said, "That being the case, you are in charge of investigating the case of the Nancheng watchman being killed last night."

"Yes."

Yang Jiming took the order to retreat, and when he saw that Zhang Yong seemed to be waiting for him, the corners of his eyes twitched for no reason, and he suddenly felt that this matter might not be easy.

Zhang Yong said to him: "The watchman who died last night was named Chen Guangming. He was an old bachelor and had no family. We recently received a report that he burglarized the house while he was on the watch. Just as we were about to investigate him, he was arrested. People killed."

"It can't be that simple, can it?"

"The more you steal, the bolder you steal."

"Stole something that shouldn't be stolen?" Yang Jiming felt that he had guessed right.

Sure enough, Zhang Yong nodded, "There are several tributes in the dirt. However, no matter how bold Chen Guangming is, he doesn't have the guts to steal from the houses of high-ranking officials and dignitaries."

Suddenly, Yang Jiming wanted to vomit blood.

Doesn't this mean that the tributes are lost to ordinary people?

If it is from a powerful family, no matter what the reason is, losing the imperial tribute is a felony.If it came from the palace, the matter would be even more serious.

Yang Jiming couldn't help having a headache. He had just promised his wife that everything should be done properly and that he should not force himself.

Zhang Yong continued: "Among us, you are the only one who belongs to a powerful family. It is most suitable for you to entrust this matter to you."

"You think too highly of me, I'm just a little catcher."

"Like Mrs. An Changbo's case, you can definitely handle it well."

"That case was just a fluke." If it weren't for the infighting in An Changbo's house, how could they have gotten a big deal and settled the case smoothly.

Zhang Yong cleared his throat, and said seriously: "Ji Ming, since your lord has already told you to do it, you can do it. You can use the manpower in the yamen as you like."

Yang Jiming bowed his head silently.

"Don't worry, adults are here."

Zhang Yong tried to persuade him like muddy mud, and then took him to see Wu Zuo, and also looked at the confiscated dirt.

"There are five tributes in total, and they are all here. Take a look, I have other things to do." Zhang Yong left after leaving his words.

Yang Jiming sighed at Zhang Yong's leaving back, and sighed again at the tribute.

Yang Jiming picked up the tribute and looked at it, and suddenly remembered the method that Lao Bulai taught Shang Jiayan to distinguish the authenticity, so he took a closer look.

He didn't see why he came here, so he simply ran to the ghost market and invited the old man over.

After looking at it, the old man asked, "Young Master Yang, where did these things come from?"

"To tell you the truth, it's dirt, Mr. Xu asked me to check it out."

"I do not……"

"If I can't handle this matter, I'm doomed. It's fine if I'm alone. I'm afraid that my wife and aunt will be hurt." Yang Jiming sighed anxiously.

The old man asked in disbelief, "So serious?"

Yang Jiming nodded, "This is a tribute, and the matter is of great importance."

The old man hesitated and took a closer look, and said hesitantly, "I'm not sure about it either."

Yang Jiming sighed secretly, thanked the old man, and sent him out.

On this day, Shang Jiayan obviously found that Yang Jiming had been frowning since he came back from the yamen.

In the small study, Yang Jiming read the book for a while without turning a page.

Shang Jiayan frowned slightly, picked up the book in his hand, and looked at him fixedly.

"What's the matter, you're so out of your mind?"

"That..." Yang Jiming faltered.

"I don't care if you like to talk or not." Shang Jiayan slapped the book hard on him, turned around and was about to leave.

His anger has not completely subsided yet!

Yang Jiming quickly grabbed him, "I'll say it, I'll say it."

But Shang Jiayan said: "You don't need to tell me about business affairs." However, the expression on his face did not say so.

"I'm afraid you're worried."

"You look so worried, can I not worry?" Shang Jiayan poked his temple vigorously with his fingers.

Yang Jiming told the case.

"Just for this little thing?" Shang Jiayan looked at him angrily.

"The matter of the tribute can be big or small. If it is not handled properly, the consequences will be disastrous."

"You also said that it can be big or small. What's more, Master Xu is in charge of the Shuntian Mansion, and Master Xu is the master of everything."

"Even if I want to investigate this matter, I have no clue at all."

"Your thinking is right. If you can't see it, you can find other experts. However, try to find someone you can trust."

Yang Jiming thought for a while, "You can ask shopkeeper Lu for help."

"Forget it if you're stupid." Shang Jiayan poked his temple again, "Read the book carefully, add half an hour."

"Forehead……"

"If you dare to say no, just add an extra hour."

"I'll watch it now."

Yang Jiming immersed himself in his book.

Shang Jiayan walked out of the small study and waved to Huai'an, "Go to the kitchen and cook a cup of bird's nest porridge. By the way, crush the walnuts and add some in it to nourish his brain."

Huaian should be.

Mother Gu came over, "Young Madam, it's already good for a man to know that he will go home at night, so don't be too angry." On the one hand, she was angry, but on the other hand, she was concerned about the third young master, why bother?

Shang Jiayan was stunned for a moment, then said with a little embarrassment: "Mom, Ji Ming didn't look for anyone else."

After the words were finished, it was Mama Gu's turn to be stunned for a moment, and she also breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good. Young Madam, other things are trivial."

"Don't worry, mom, I know it well." Shang Jiayan always grasped a degree.