Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

After Jingzhi was brought to the yamen by Da He, he was not taken to register his household. Instead, he was locked up in the jail by the chief constable.

Jingzhi felt helpless when he saw the two brothers, one fat and one thin, being pointed at on the forehead and scolded by the chief constable, who was said to be called Brother Hui.

She said, it’s not that easy to settle down here.

"You two have no brains, what if she is a spy from another country?"

"They brought him back without asking any questions. What if our office's route is discovered? Huh? Speak!"

Da He clenched his hands, carefully looked up at Brother Hui, and whispered:

"Our government office is within easy reach. Why would anyone need to come and explore it? It's even poorer than Uncle Jiu's Taoist temple."

Brother Hui glared at him, "What did you say? Doesn't the government pay you wages every month? Two coins of silver is not money!"

Da He lowered his head when he was scolded, but he couldn't help curling his lips, "From one tael, to five cents, and now to two cents, my whole family can hardly have enough to eat, and you're still talking."

Brother Hui's face turned red with anger, but he was unable to refute him.

He was just an ordinary constable whose salary was cut by his superiors, and as the chief constable, so was he not the same.

He used to have three taels of silver every month, but now he only has one tael left. Who can he turn to for justice? Should he go to those opium sellers?

"What's the point of telling me? If you have the guts, go bark at those foreign opium sellers."

Brother Hui pounded the table weakly, as if all the strength in his body had been drained away. With a thud, he sat down on the long bench.

He rubbed his brows, suppressed his frustration and frustration, and had to patiently explain to these two brainless subordinates:

"The imperial court has suffered defeats in recent years, not only ceding territory but also paying a large amount of silver as compensation. It's already very good that our government office still has this little money to cover daily expenses."

"Aren't you two out on patrol every day? I believe you all know how many people have died of starvation, disease, or opium on the roadside."

As he listened, Xiao Jiang frowned, raised his head impatiently and said:

"Boss, there's no point in you analyzing the overall situation with us. I'm fine, I'm all alone, but Da He's family of four all rely on his two taels of silver to survive. Can you... ask the higher-ups for a raise of even one tael?"

"It's not that easy." Brother Hui whispered. He turned sideways and looked out through the small fence on the wall. The sky outside was gray.

The former Qing Empire has now become the sick man of East Asia in the eyes of foreigners, and their swords are no match for the other side's cannons.

Brother Hui felt both hateful and helpless.

He didn't know how long this hopeless life would last...

Only Jingzhi and the unconscious thief were locked in the cell, and there were a few shriveled cockroach corpses in the corner.

The cockroaches are starving to death, how can they care about others...

The atmosphere in the prison fell into deathly silence for a moment.

Jingzhi finally understood.

This time, she arrived at China's darkest moment.

Jiu, did you choose to come here?

Or is there no way to be born here?

It was 1993 before Jingzhi entered the Shuoyuan Mirror.

Although the port area had not yet returned at that time, the economy had gradually improved and even developed better than the inland areas.

The entire society is thriving, and the anti-drug efforts are unprecedentedly strong.

So when she saw the gloomy man in front of her, she couldn't help but say, "Everything will be fine. Even if you hit rock bottom, there will always be a rebound."

"You're just a girl, what do you know about...ball!"

Brother Hui swallowed his curse words in time, frowned and walked to the gate, and threatened her with a rough voice:

"Tell me the truth. Where did you come from? Where are you going? What are you doing here at the government office?"

Seeing that he didn't appreciate it and even wanted to intimidate her, Jingzhi shut up and stopped discussing the topic.

Anyway, she couldn't say too much, she was afraid of being struck by lightning.

Jingzhi rode his donkey down the slope, pointed at the two brothers who were peeking at him from behind and said:

"I'm looking for Lin Jiu. They said they would take me here to get a household registration certificate and help me find Lin Jiu."

"Looking for Uncle Jiu?" Brother Hui asked again: "What the hell are you looking for? Why are you looking for Uncle Jiu?"

"I..." Jingzhi hesitated for a moment before saying, "Of course I have something personal to talk to him about."

Brother Hui stood in front of her with his arms folded. "I won't let you out until you explain clearly."

Xiao Jiang stood behind Brother Hui, hesitant to speak, "Boss..."

He has had a very accurate sixth sense since he was a child.

He always felt that the three of them combined could not beat the girl in front of him.

Brother Hui turned his head and said, "Shut up."

Xiao Jiang: Tsk, he has done some persuasion, right?

If the boss gets hit later, he'll have to dodge first.

"Say or not?"

Brother Hui's eyes searched around, passing over the row of torture instruments hanging on the wall one by one.

Then he picked up a whip, lashed the ground with it.

A cloud of dust suddenly rose from the ground that had not been swept for a long time.

Jingzhi stood there without blinking, not even taking a single step back.

It's so funny, playing with a whip with her?

Don’t you know that the whip is her natal weapon?

Not only was she not afraid, but when she saw the whip, she even felt a sense of familiarity and nostalgia.

She took a step forward and stretched out her hand to Brother Hui, "Brother, let me borrow your whip to play with for a while, and I'll return it to you later."

Brother Hui's dignity was challenged, and he whipped her hard again.

Da He and Xiao Jiang gasped.

If she gets whipped like this, she will at least be left with a scar even if she doesn't die. Why is this girl so stubborn?

Now that you're locked up, can't you just say a few nice words?

The three of them missed each other, and Jingzhi was not only not hit, but she also tightly wrapped her hand around the whip tail at some point.

Da He and Xiao Jiang watched the whip grow straighter and straighter, and then their leader's biceps bulged instantly.

In less than a minute, the veins on the boss's forehead became prominent and his face turned red. However, the tall and thin girl was still as calm as ever and even had time to smile at them.

At this moment, Brother Hui was really out of strength. He staggered and was pulled by Jingzhi and hit the wooden stake of the prison door.

"Brother, I'm really not a bad person... Um, is your government office short of staff? Can I apply?"

Brother Hui pulled the whip hard with his right hand, but found that she had already loosened her grip. He pulled too hard and made himself take a step back.

Feeling embarrassed, he gritted his teeth and said:

"You're overthinking it. The government won't want a woman to be a constable."

What's more, she is a woman of unknown origin and extraordinary skills.

Jingzhi was holding the prison door, his big black eyes rolled around, and immediately a plan came to his mind.

"I can dress up as a man. Anyway, if you three don't tell anyone, who will know?"

Brother Hui: "Impossible, don't even think about it."

Xiao Jiang: "Girl, I know the world is tough these days, but being a constable isn't an easy job. You..."

Xiao Jiang was halfway through his speech when he suddenly felt that this girl was quite suitable to be a constable.

Da He also came to persuade, "Didn't the master say that there are a lot of refugees recently and we need to recruit more people? I think she is doing well."

Brother Hui refused to agree, "Don't say anymore, she doesn't--"

Before he could finish his words, Jingzhi broke off a fence as thick as his arm with one hand and swung it with a whirring sound, looking very impressive.

"I don't what?"

Brother Hui swallowed silently and tilted his head back to avoid the stick she was about to hit his face with:

"...I think it's quite suitable, so, let's do it this way."

Those who know the current affairs are handsome.

After all, his arm is not as hard as the stick.