The big bandit in the Red Mansion robbed Lin Daiyu at the beginning

"Xiangling, do you want to go down the mountain for a walk?"

Xiangling tilted her head, blinked, and looked at Qingfeng Li in confusion.

Immediately, she hurriedly shook her head and said, "I don't want to leave you, Master. Xiangling is your maid and I have to serve you. I can't leave."

Having said that, he buried his head and continued to work seriously.

Li Qingfeng shook his head helplessly.

He touched a letter in his arms and said with a smile,

"Who said you were allowed to go down the mountain alone?"

"I suddenly wanted to go down the mountain to visit Yangzhou City and visit the Lin Mansion."

"Will you come with me?"

Upon hearing this, Xiangling nodded hurriedly like a chick pecking at rice.

"Wherever the Master is, Xiangling is there!"

Qingfeng Li laughed heartily.

"Okay! Then tomorrow, I will take you down the mountain!"

After Xiangling finished her work and went out with the basin and bucket,

Li Qingfeng looked at Xiao Ai beside him and asked,

"Classmate Xiao Ai, send a message to Aunt Rong to find out my father-in-law's itinerary in advance to avoid running into him."

"Okay, got it!" Xiao Ai responded without any emotion.

Qingfeng Li raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"I think my father-in-law will be very busy tomorrow!"

……

Silent all night.

Early the next morning,

In the main hall of the Salt Administration Office, Lin Ruhai sat in the hall early and asked Lin Bo beside him,

"Have the three shifts of yamen runners, clerks, and accountants all been prepared?"

Uncle Lin nodded and said, "Don't worry, sir, they have all arrived at the yamen!"

Lin Ruhai nodded slightly.

Seeing that Uncle Lin seemed to be hesitant to speak, he smiled and said,

"Just tell me what you want to say. We've been master and servant for many years, why do we have to be like this?"

Uncle Lin nodded slightly.

"Yes, sir!"

Then he said with a little worry,

"Master, right now in Yangzhou City, the slaves kept by the salt merchants are scattered all over the streets."

"But the gate of your yamen is deserted, not a single person is seen. This..."

Lin Ruhai stroked his beard and showed an unfathomable smile on his face.

"Haha, it doesn't matter!"

"Someone will be anxious nowadays."

"Go to the yamen gate and maintain order. If any salt merchants arrive, tell them to come in one by one!"

Although Uncle Lin looked worried, he nodded in agreement after hearing this and left the hall.

……

At the same time, in a remote alley in Yangzhou City.

Suddenly, a stall appeared with a very inconspicuous sign.

There were three large, crooked and sloppy characters written on it: "Qingfengzhai Office".

In front of the sign, Zhao Dagou, who was a head taller than ordinary people, looked at the words on the sign and nodded proudly.

"Hey, it looks like my calligraphy has improved quite a bit!"

A thin scholar suppressed his compliments and said,

"The Hall Master is absolutely right! Your calligraphy is comparable to Wang Youjun's cursive script, surpassing Yan Qingchen's Yan style and Zhao Mengfu's Zhao calligraphy!"

Zhao Dagou glared when he heard this.

"What the hell? You're so arrogant? Can you compare with Military Advisor Ai? My calligraphy was taught to me by Military Advisor himself!"

Then he raised his head proudly and said,

"The bee owner also said that my handwriting is so shocking that it can move the heavens and the earth and make the gods and ghosts weep!"

The scholar quickly turned his head away and bit his cheek tightly to prevent himself from laughing out loud.

Nodding in agreement,

"Yes, yes, yes! It shocks the world and makes the gods and ghosts weep!"

Zhao Dagou scratched his head and frowned at the scholar.

"Why do I feel like you're laughing at me?"

The scholar shook his head repeatedly and said seriously,

"Master, that's not right. I've been through rigorous training. No matter how funny something is, I won't laugh!"

Zhao Dagou thought about it.

"makes sense!"

The scholar quickly turned his head to the side, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

Pointing to the side of the street, he said to Zhao Dagou,

"Master, look, here they come!"

Zhao Dagou looked in the direction the scholar pointed.

I saw a large group of servants dressed as house servants, accompanying more than a dozen luxurious carriages, coming in a mighty procession.

Suddenly, his face became serious and he picked up a big knife that was almost as tall as a person from the wall.

"alert!"

With a "whoosh", dozens of elite members of the Wulong Hall, dressed in uniform green uniforms, filed out of the alley.

They lined up in two rows, drew their weapons, and protected the stalls at the entrance of the alley.

The convoy of people that was coming in a mighty procession,