Lan Ke Qi Yuan Chapter 403: Lord Zhu

Actually, Ji Yuan didn’t need to look for any particular house. There was only one with an open door in the corridor on the left, and it was the house with the word "house" written on it.

It is already November, and in about twenty days it will be New Year’s Eve. As the New Year is approaching, the county government office also has a lot of things to be busy with. When Ji Yuan arrived at the door of this house, he saw The person inside is holding a pen and writing non-stop. After finishing a part, he changes a document, and goes back and forth without interruption.

"Dong dong dong..."

Ji Yuan knocked on the door frame a few times to attract the attention of the people inside, and then he bowed his hand and saluted.

"Lord Registrar, please come and pick up the letter from the post office."

The people inside stopped writing and looked at Ji Yuan carefully before returning the favor.

"Sir, please come in!"

After entering the room, Ji Yuan took a look at the master's book. He was about thirty years old, with a short beard and a square crown on his head. The details could not be seen clearly, but his overall aura was still clear.

"May I ask, sir, if you can bring your household registration documents?"

"Bring it with you, please take a look at it, Mr. Registrar."

Ji Yuan once again took out the official document and handed it to the chief clerk. The latter nodded after reading it, confirmed the strokes of the word "Ji Yuan", and then handed it back to Ji Yuan.

"Sir, wait a moment, let me check where your things are."

Dazhen's post office generally only accepts letters from the people, but if the money is enough, other small items will be sent along, so the master does not know if there are others.

I found a few books on the side, rummaged through them and found the Tianniufang book, and then flipped through the pages. It took me some time to finally find Ji Yuan.

There are names one by one in the book, and most of them are checked. At first glance, it seems that they are not checked because of fate, and they appear many times, but there is no need to find every name in the main book, because The letters from the same person will all be put in one place. If you find one, you can get them all. All he has to do is check them all afterwards.

After seeing that there was indeed a letter and that it was in the warehouse, the chief clerk wrote a note on the desk and stamped it with his personal seal.

"Huhu..."

The chief clerk blew the ink on the note and then handed it to Ji Yuan.

"Take it and go inside. Give it to the yamen at the door. They will lead you to the warehouse. Be careful, the ink is not dry yet."

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Registrar!"

Ji Yuan handed over his hand again, carefully took the note, and then walked out of the house. When he looked back, the bookkeeper had already buried the case and processed the documents again.

After all, it was Yin Zhaoxian's fault, and the former magistrate of Ning'an County was also clean and honest. With a good atmosphere and a sense of pride, all the civil servants in Ning'an County who handled government affairs were conscientious and conscientious.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Ji Yuan was waiting outside the county government warehouse, but Yi Ya rummaged through it for a long time before he found Ji Yuan's things.

"Huo, that's quite a lot!"

Jiu Qin held a bunch of letters and patted the dust on them as he walked. Ji Yuan saw that the letters in his hand were as thick as a palm wide, and there were at least dozens of them.

Jie Yan walked outside, untied the thin rope that tied the letter, and flipped through it casually, confirming that it was all for "Ji Yuan", and then handed it to Ji Yuan, who had been waiting for a long time.

"Sir, you have been waiting for a long time. Here, this is all your letters. There should be nothing else."

"Thank you!"

Ji Yuan held the pile of letters in both hands, thanked him, and waited for the other person to lock the door again before going out with him.

"Sir, you have a lot of letters. How long has it been since you came to get them?"

Each village has a different officer in charge. If there is a letter, he will go to that person's office to see it, and no one will call it back to the county government office. The government office officer noticed that the letter cover has the color of the paper cover, and I know that many of the letters are old. .

Sending letters does not necessarily have to be a chore. Youdao means that letters cannot be exchanged for money. When sending letters, it is normal for people from relatively poor families to give two copper coins or treat them to something to eat. This is also the tacit approval of the county government. income.

Hearing what the yamen servant said, Ji Yuan smiled.

"Yes, I have been wandering outside for a long time."

The two of them didn't chat much. When they reached the entrance, Ji Yuan left alone. After exiting the office door, he saluted the previous police officer.

At the entrance to the inner court of the public office, the policeman had just stood still for a long time. He was chatting with his colleagues next to him when he was tapped on the shoulder. He turned around and saw a strong man with gray beard and hair.

The two officers quickly bowed and saluted, saying in unison.

“I’ve met Mr. Zhu!”

"Yeah!"

The visitor was none other than Zhu Yanxu, the county magistrate of Ning'an County at that time. Unlike the former county magistrate Chen Sheng, who had been promoted, Zhu Yanxu has long since retired. However, the current county magistrate felt his virtues and knew his martial arts, so he asked Zhu Yanxu to be the head coach of the team training. , to help train government officials.

Zhu Yanxu frowned and looked in the direction outside, then looked at the government servant beside him and asked.

"The man just now seemed kind to me. Is he here to pick up the letter? What is his name?"

"Replying to Mr. Zhu, that person is indeed here to collect the letter. His name is Jiyuan. It is the stratagem of stratagems and the fate of fate. It is strange to say that the letters are in a thick pile. Many of them are It’s very old... Uh, Mr. Zhu, Mr. Zhu?”

As the yamen officer was talking, he noticed that Mr. Zhu Yanxu was actually looking outside in a daze. Although this man was old, his martial arts was recognized as the best in Ning'an County. His body was tough and his shots were harder. It couldn't be Suffered from dementia.

"Master Zhu? Master Zhu!"

"Oh, oh, oh, I heard it, I heard it, you wait here to guard me, I'll leave first!"

Zhu Yanxu said absentmindedly, and then hurriedly walked outside. The two guards hurriedly saluted, but then looked at each other in confusion.

"Is this Ji Yuan familiar with Mr. Zhu?"

"I don't know..."

Zhu Yanxu was old but still nimble. He quickly walked away from the door of the office and looked towards the street. Apart from the hustle and bustle, he did not see Ji Yuan.

He looked dazed and muttered to himself.

"Ji Yuan...it's really Ji Yuan! It's still the same, it hasn't changed at all!"

In the past, when Ji Yuan was in his prime, there were people who had nothing to do in the county government and had guessed his age. Because of his conversation, demeanor, and elegant face with green silk stockings, most people guessed that he must be in his forties. The kind of person who is many years old but doesn't look old. No one thinks Ji Yuan is very young anyway. At least he is definitely older than Yin Zhaoxian.

Today, when Zhu Yanxu saw Ji Yuan again, he was still the same as before. Some rumors about Ji Yuan many years ago also came back to his mind.

Sometimes people are very forgetful. Except for things that are closely related to themselves, many things will be forgotten inadvertently. However, there are not many people in Ning'an County who are closely related to Ji Ji. With the passage of time, now they remember Ji Ji. There are so few people who have good luck, and it’s hard to talk about whether these people can fall in love with each other.

But as long as I remember it, I am deeply impressed, just like Zhu Yanxu now.

Zhu Yanxu stood there for a long time. When the two government officials guarding the gate were about to step forward to ask, he gritted his teeth and left quickly, making the two people behind him look at each other.

Zhu Yanxu is a martial artist after all. He is older but his martial arts skills are there and he is fast on his feet. He returned home after a while and started rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

An old woman came in from the courtyard and felt strange when she saw her husband like this.

"Old man, what are you looking for?"

Zhu Yanxu kept his hands on his hands and kept busy asking questions.

"Oh, by the way, have you seen my Fang Baoyan?"

"What kind of bird's nest? Isn't the bird's nest stewed just for our daughter-in-law?"

Zhu Yanxu frowned and turned around.

"What bird's nest? I'm talking about the inkstone, cloud and water inkstone, which Master Chen gave to me when he left!"

The old woman smiled.

"You are a martial artist, so of course you cannot use such things frequently. Do you have a study room?"

"Oh, if there is one, I will still look for it everywhere?"

"Then ask your son!"

Zhu Yanxu’s home is not small. It is divided into two courtyards, front and back, but there is no servant. Hearing his wife’s words, he hurried to the front yard and happened to see his son coming back from the county government. He had not changed his clothes. Before he even untied the sword, he suddenly saw his father flashing in front of him. Zhu Cheng was startled and almost drew the sword.

"Dad, you're going to scare people to death!"

Zhu Cheng patted his chest, but his father was not in the mood to joke with him.

"Where's my square inkstone? Mr. Chen gave it to me back then!"

Zhu Cheng immediately felt guilty and hesitated.

"I don't think you need it. Yuqiu came to our house and saw your inkstone. He begged me several times to borrow it, so I..."

"Little bastard!"

Zhu Yanxu cursed and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

In the afternoon, when the hour was about to change, Zhu Yanxu was already carrying the inkstone re-wrapped in a sandalwood box, as well as a few bags of tea, two pots of Huadiao wine and a few boxes of snacks from the outer building of the temple. He walked quickly to the location of Tianniufang.

He doesn't come here often, so he found Ju'an Pavilion after asking several people for directions.

Ju'an Xiaoge, a haunted house that was kept secret in Ning'an County, especially Tianniufang, is now remembered by few people in Tianniufang. The younger ones only say, "The jujube tree in that place never blossoms and bears fruit." Deserted house".

The closer he got to Ju'an Pavilion, the seventy-year-old Zhu Yanxu actually started to get nervous. Finally, he arrived not far from the front of the courtyard and saw the courtyard door half open. Before he reached the courtyard door, he looked for the bookstore www.zhaoshuyuan .com raised his head and subconsciously wanted to confirm it, but he didn't see the plaque on the small pavilion.

"It must be Mr. Zhu, please come in!"

Ji Yuanzhong's calm voice came from inside. It was clear that Zhu Yanxu had not reached the door yet and was unlikely to be seen by the people inside, but since it was Ji Yuan, nothing was surprising.

Zhu Yanxu calmed down and quickly walked to the door of the small pavilion, opened the courtyard door and walked in. He saw a plaque placed horizontally on the stone table inside, and Ji Yuan was standing by the table, playing with pen and ink.

Ji Yuan looked up at Zhu Yanxu and smiled.

"Master Zhu, please come and sit down. The plaque in the small pavilion has been around for too long, and the red paint has almost faded. It happened that Ji was still a little confident in writing, so I thought about writing it myself."

"Oh, that's it. By the way, Mr. Ji, since you want to write, try my square inkstone. This inkstone has its origins. It's called Yunliu Shui Mo Inkstone. It was a famous inkstone from Ning'an County in my early years. It was made by a skilled master craftsman and made of precious materials. It was given to me by County Magistrate Chen. It was too wasteful for me as a rough man to use it, so I gave it to Mr. Ji. Oh, and these are all small gifts. , Chinese New Year is coming soon, I just came to visit and brought something..."

Ji Yuan nodded.

"Master Zhu, please sit down quickly. Put your things aside first. This inkstone was given to you by Master Chen. Ji is not easy to accept it, but I will accept the others."

"Uh, oh!"

Zhu Yanxu was a little nervous. He wanted to put the things on the table, but the plaque was there, so he put it on the edge of the table first. Watching Ji Yuan carefully grinding the ink, a nice and faint fragrance of ink wafted out. .

Even if Zhu Yanxu is a martial artist, he instantly understands that this is the best ink.