Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

At the end of the dinner, Jiang Shangxian got the "red envelopes" from Wang Mingqian and Zhao Shan as he wished. The former gave him a plain silk purse, inside which was a small pure gold Chinese pastoral dog, which was very lifelike.

She couldn't let it go, this year is the Year of the Dog!

When it was Zhao Shan's turn, he actually took out an exquisitely embroidered purse, shook it in his hand with considerable pride, and said, "I specially ordered someone to make this for me."

Jiang Shangxian weighed the purse in his hand, which was a bit light. He took it out and took a look at it. He wanted to kneel down in front of him on the spot - this guy actually made gold leaves as thin as a cicada's wing!

She counted them and there were three pieces in total!

"See? There's even something specially engraved on it. I engraved it myself!"

Jiang Shangxian picked it up and looked at it. It was engraved with: Zhao Xingcheng in the 12th year of Zhenguan.

No, what’s the point of you carving this!!!???

Cui Bianxu and the other two were both unable to bear to watch, but this was indeed something Zhao Shan could do!

This kid has been stingy since he was young. Whenever he gives out something, he has to engrave something on it so that the recipient will remember it every time they see it!

Fortunately, Jiang Shangxian didn't have much hope for this stingy guy. Although the gold leaf was a little thin and small, it was gold after all.

She quickly put it away and spread her hands again: "One is not enough. Wu Niang said that you must not leave out her share."

Wang Mingqian took out another purse without any concern. Since there were many gifts during the Chinese New Year, he would usually carry two more with him.

Zhao Shan was in a dilemma: "She's not here, why would she need a copy? Cui Yi didn't tell me in advance, and I don't have one with me."

"It's just a purse, Zhao Shan..."

Wang Mingqian couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he took out a purse and said, "I have some here, I can lend it to you first, and you can return it to me later."

"this…"

Zhao Shan didn't take it. He cautiously reached out and squeezed it, then immediately waved his hand to refuse, saying righteously, "This is a token of my love. How can I take it from you? Wait, I'll look for it!"

When he said he wanted to find it, Jiang Shangxian was puzzled. Wasn't this thing right on him? How could he not know whether he had it or not?

As a result, this guy pulled off the purse he was wearing from his waist, asked Cui Bianxu for a new purse, and finally started to tinker with it with a very heartbroken look.

"Mr. Zhao, why are you doing this?" Jiang Shangxian realized how stingy he was.

Why did Li Xueyan go to such great lengths to be friends with him? She could have just thrown money at him and killed him!

I saw this guy sighing and rummaging in his purse, picking and choosing, taking out a gold leaf and putting it in the new purse, then weighing several small gold products in turn, and finally hesitantly putting a small gold abacus into the purse.

I thought there would be a third thing, but he just tied his purse back. Jiang Shangxian reminded me, "Master Zhao, these are only two things!"

She has three leaves!

"Enough! I've already lost!" Zhao Shan was heartbroken. This little golden abacus was heavier than that leaf!

……

After the show, Cui Bianxu wanted to send Jiang Shangxian back, but just as the four of them were about to mount their horses, someone came hurriedly.

Because they were all wearing thick clothes, the man stopped and looked carefully for a while before dismounting and saluting Wang Mingqian: "General, something has happened."

The expressions on the faces of the four people who had just been happy because they had eaten and drunk enough froze at the same time, and a bad premonition came over them. Jiang Shangxian and the other two looked at Wang Mingqian at the same time - this guy's annual leave might be completely ruined.

Wang Mingqian intuitively felt the three sympathetic gazes. He glared at them secretly and asked, "What happened?"

The Jinwu Guard looked around at the people around him and said cryptically, "We found many discarded pieces of meat in the city's drainage ditches."

(The main streets in Chang'an were very wide. Zhuque Street was 150 meters wide, and there were wide and deep drainage ditches on both sides of the street, with a depth of between two and three meters.)

Jiang Shangxian immediately thought of something, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he covered his mouth. No way?!

During this period, Cui Bianxu had made great progress because he read the case files submitted from all over the country every day. After thinking about it for a while, his face became solemn.

Only Zhao Shan still looked innocent and quite emotional: "It seems that the people of Chang'an are getting richer and richer. They can't finish the meat during the New Year and throw it into the drain."

Tsk tsk tsk, it’s so dirty in there, it seems he is the only one who is poor!

The Jinwu Guard glanced at him with an indescribable expression, then turned to Wang Mingqian and said, "We don't know how many there are right now. Chang'an County is short on manpower, and Wannian County is also busy investigating. Our people have to go and help first."

Yes, the people in Chang'an County were already looking for the four missing dancers, and now with this one added, there definitely won't be enough manpower.

Wang Mingqian felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach after eating. He nodded calmly and then said to Cui Bian, "I'm leaving now. This case may have to be handed over to the Dali Temple."

Everyone understood what this meant. According to Cui Bianxu's probability of bad luck, if this case really went to the Dali Temple, it might still be his fault.

Anyway, when the officials are evaluated this year, he still doesn't know whether he can keep his position. If the Dali Temple loses a Shaoqing, it won't be a big deal, as someone can always be arranged to replace him. But if two are lost at once, Liu Qing will probably be worried.

Cui Bianxu's face darkened, and he waved his hand to tell him to get out. Zhao Shan put his hands in his sleeves, shook his head and exclaimed at Wang Mingqian's retreating back: "If you ask me, your official position is not good. In our Jixian Hall, where are there so many things? We can't even have peace during the New Year..."

"Get out of here now!" Cui Bianxu couldn't stand it any longer and kicked him in the butt.

"Ouch!" Zhao Shan stumbled forward a few steps, and just as he was about to fall, he twisted his body and stopped himself from falling. His servants rushed forward to steady him. He rubbed his buttocks, pointed at Cui Bianxu and cursed: "Cui reckless man, why did you kick me!"

The servant looked at Cui Bianxu's dark face, tugged at his sleeve quietly, and whispered to him, "Shiqilang, let's go first. It's so cold, and you're weak. It would be terrible if you got frozen."

Zhao Shan snorted angrily, his expression like a great man who didn't care about the little man's faults: "Forget it, I won't bother with him. Go and pick up the three flying dragons, and let's go."

That's right, Zhao Shan couldn't stop drinking the Feilong soup. He walked more vigorously now, and his stomach made a sound of water. When he heard that it was sent by Wang Mingqian, he was not happy at that time and insisted that Wang Mingqian send him a few as well.

But this stuff can't be sent just because someone said so. Wang Mingqian just wanted to have dinner together today, so he sent it all over. How could there be any extra? Could it be that he had to go to the mountains outside the city to catch it for him?

He immediately rejected him, but Zhao Shan kept muttering from time to time, which made Cui Bianxu annoyed. He directly said that he would take the remaining three away from him and just asked him to shut up.