Quick Transmigration: Leisure

Song Heng, age 22.

He possesses a noble air and handsome appearance.

His military officer physique also made him seem very convincing.

He appears to be very upright, but in the images captured by the system, a hint of evil can be seen in his eyes.

Let's return to the case.

Yang Ergou's confession was not unexpected; he was the owner of "Jincheng Hubing" shop, Mr. Shi.

He instigated Mai Niang to find someone to cause trouble, saying that Wang Ji's business was illegitimate and that he had opened the shop through underhanded means.

They even let Yang Ergou infiltrate the troublemaking trio.

Actually, Boss Shi has someone backing him, and he wanted to test the waters because of this house.

Those secrets were not revealed to the noble person, who only said that they had already been resolved.

Finally, when pressured to pay compensation, Mr. Shi refused to pay and instead used the Earthly Branch Wuzi to settle the debt.

Wang Shaoyi said that this black-hearted man originally wanted to sell Wuzi into slavery.

I'm worried he might steal the secret recipe for sesame cakes if I keep him around!

Finally, Wang Xiu stopped him and allowed him to stay at Wang's shop by working to pay off his debts. He also officially separated from Boss Shi and moved into a temporary public household registration. If he could work without problems in the future, Wang's shop would help him register his household registration properly.

The farce has temporarily come to an end.

It has to be said that there is strength in numbers.

The addition of Wu Zi (戊子) has a significant effect.

Mother can develop more new products, and Xia Youmi can go out for more walks.

Aside from hard-to-reach areas, her scanning range has covered the western market area.

She used the pocket money she earned from working to visit the bookstore many times.

They even became regular customers of some kind business owners, and with the help of the system, helped them to classify and arrange their books more scientifically.

This creates a virtuous cycle that benefits both parties.

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Spring has come again, and the Qingming Festival is approaching.

The atmosphere at home has been somber these past few days, as everyone is packing their bags, preparing to return to Wangjia Village.

My uncle is coming back.

He was seeing the soldiers off to their homes, and his second uncle was the last person to see them off. He would only return to the capital to report back after he had completed his second uncle's pension.

This time when I returned to the village, I left Wu Zi and Da Huang in Chang'an.

The remaining four of them rented three horses to make their journey easier.

We set off as soon as the gates opened, and thankfully, despite the fatigue along the way, we arrived safely that evening.

Xia Youmi and Wang Xiu did not go back to their own homes; instead, Wang Shaoyan arranged for them to stay at their uncle's house.

The next day, he was still not fully awake.

Then came the sound of sobbing, one after another, spreading in all directions.

Stepping outside, I saw a vast expanse of white, with curtains fluttering in the wind.

It turned out that Wang Shaoyan hadn't slept all night, having arranged all of this by himself.

He seemed to have a premonition of his family's return and couldn't wait for their help.

Then, he stood guard at the door, lost in thought.

When my uncle arrived, he was still covered in morning dew, wearing a white headscarf and plain clothes.

He had a slight limp, yet he steadily held up an earthenware pot.

Behind him followed a thin soldier, leading two listless old horses. Several tattered cloth bundles hung slenderly from the horses' backs.

After a commotion, Wang Shaoyan took the earthenware pot, his aunt cried and wailed, Wang Shaoyi helped his father, Wang Zhu knelt to pay respects to the ancestors, the clan chief presided over the ceremony, clan members offered their condolences, and Wang Xiu received them with tears in her eyes. The village of Wang was filled with a mixture of sorrow and joy.

Two days later, my second uncle and his wife were buried together and laid to rest.

Before they could even begin to grieve, the group of six set off for Chang'an once more.

The only thing the eldest uncle left behind was an extra pension that the nobleman had given to each soldier. This matter did not spread within the military camp; it was a secret order given to the officer seeing them off.

The streets were bustling with activity on the day of the Dragon Boat Festival.

"Zhu Liu!"

"Bake Man!"

Xia Youmi handed over the prepared package, which contained not only six steamed cakes and six large zongzi (sticky rice dumplings), but also several "longevity threads".

Ever since the matter with Yang Ergou was settled, she had been asking the Zhu brothers to slowly find out about the scoundrel who framed her in the original book.

This matter was difficult to investigate, as the person was nameless and had only a few fragmented descriptions as clues.

Half a year has passed, which basically rules out the possibility that he is in Chang'an, or that he is not yet a gangster at this time.

In the end, Xia Youmi comforted Zhu Liu and the others, saying that this matter couldn't be rushed.

But thanks to the insistence of the Zhu brothers, they managed to glean some information from Luoyang.

This person is likely still in Luoyang, and hasn't made a name for himself yet.

"Take this, everyone gets one."

"Oh, Binglang, you're so kind." Zhu Liu was so moved that he burst into tears.

Actually, capturing Yang Ergou and his gang didn't require much effort; it was purely a matter of picking up the scraps.

While eating the Wang family's food, I still felt a little ashamed, so I tried my best to help find the person the cake seller had mentioned.

Unfortunately, they had been keeping watch for more than half a year.

Asking every beggar in the city only yielded a few useless pieces of information.

"Okay, you deserve it! I think you've helped a lot."

Xia Youmi smiled and thought about it carefully; the so-called destiny was actually quite frivolous.

She was building a fortress to confront a tiny fly burdened by destiny.

After saying goodbye to Zhu Liu, I saw my uncle returning from his shift, bringing with him his superior, County Magistrate Zhao.

"Uncle, Magistrate Zhao, you're back!"

Xia Youmi was full of enthusiasm; this was her little thigh!

"Miniang."

"Young lady."

Wang Zhuo smiled and patted his niece's head, then entered the house with County Magistrate Zhao.

Zhao Xin,

A year ago, he was the deputy general who followed the nobleman, and he was the one who came to Wangjia Village to deliver the message.

Now, he has become the judicial lieutenant of Wannian County, holding the rank of eighth grade, and is responsible for judicial affairs such as criminal law, thief control, and prison management.

Wannian County, as a county in the capital, holds special significance; it's not a position one can easily attain.

The factional stigma surrounding my uncle's return to the capital and his appointment as a constable under my command is indelible.

Fortunately, I considered myself just an ant, insignificant. Although the ship I boarded might capsize, I received tangible protection.

Moreover, the benefits offered were far too many.

My eldest uncle has a leg ailment, and thanks to his care, he doesn't need to do any jobs that require running.

He was often in charge of the evidence, and he was appreciated by County Magistrate Zhao, who was able to stay by his side.

Xia Youmi and Wu Zi finished tidying up their stall and prepared to go eat the reunion feast together.

"I really enjoy this refreshing rice wine," County Magistrate Zhao reminisced.

That was my aunt's cooking, and it was also the origin of her friendship with Zhao Xin.

He was a man who loved wine, but he rarely had time outside of work, so he could hardly satisfy this pleasure.

The rice wine brewed by the Liu family suited my taste perfectly and wasn't intoxicating, so I started to crave it.

They often come over to "mooch" meals.

He also often "mooched" pancakes.

However, they couldn't eat as usual while on duty and needed to prepare some dry rations. The ones Xia Youmi and others sent were considered official purchases. They were just more affordable and more generous.

After a few rounds of drinks, everyone relaxed and chatted happily.

My elder brother suggested that he go to a martial arts academy.

County Lieutenant Zhao readily agreed and even offered to recommend him for the "Hall of Heroes and Warriors"!

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