The carriage was left outside the gate.

The neighbors watched Su Cheng enter the house and all became sarcastic.

Cao Mazi pointed at the carriage:

"I'll just say, the life of the Great City is over. Look at the carriage. If the Great City has a promising future, you can come back with a carriage without a roof."

As he said that, Cao Mazi walked up and churned the car a few times.

Yang Er smiled:

"When Old Su was here, the Su family was not very good. Now the three brothers and sisters are not going to be able to do anything."

"This time the Su family is over. The legs are lame. When they go home, they can't even marry their wife."

The second uncle was reluctant to do it:

"Yang Er, you are talking nonsense. Who has lame legs? Who can't marry a wife? Your eyes see the big city's legs lame. Your dog's eyes can see from that."

Second aunt walked to the car and pushed Cao Mazi away.

"What are you going through the carriage in the big city? What do you want to steal something?"

"Crash"

Cao Mazi, who was pushed away, deliberately pulled the mattress and debris on the carriage fell to the ground, and a black iron sign was mixed in it.

Cao Mazi was quick-witted and grabbed the iron sign in his hand, looking at the cloud-patterned Pixiu on it:

"Hey, this brand looks good, mine."

At this time, Lao Wang walked out of the yard and looked at Cao Mazi:

"Why, do you dare to ask for Huailaibo's waist card that has made great contributions to the court?"

Cao Mazi looked dissatisfied:

"What kind of soldier is Huailaibo?"

Yang Er next to him is a village hero, with some knowledge, and some disbelief when he heard this:

"Huailaibo is a title, and this brand will be Huailaibo's waist brand. It is impossible. It is the identity of the count, and I have brought it everywhere."

Cao Mazi's hand holding the iron plate suddenly stopped tightening and kept shaking.

Lao Wang reached out and snatched the sign, and he threw it to Yang Er casually:

"Look?"

Yang Er looked at the sign suspiciously and immediately handed it to the old master next to him, who was one of the few literate people in the village.

The old master saw the words above:

"Huailaibo, Sucheng."

The old master knelt down and his legs became weak. This official was so scary.

Twitchingly, the old master handed the waist card to Lao Wang:

"Sucheng, is it an earl?"

Lao Wang snorted coldly:

"The imperial court gave it to you, the emperor personally granted it, and the Ministry of War has the identity to report it."

Lao Wang turned around and slapped Cao Mazi in the face:

"The turtle boy, I dare to blacken my waist card, and I don't know how to live or die."

Cao Mazi covered her face and looked at the waist card in Lao Wang's hand, and her face was full of fear. Fortunately, we couldn't get out of here.

Yang Er couldn't help but shrink back to the crowd, really blinding his own eyes. A lord in front of him didn't want to stutter. He was really blind just now.

Cao Mazi suddenly jumped up:

"Whoever, who said just now, Dacheng, no, the Lord cannot marry a wife, Dacheng's leg is broken, is it all nonsense?"

Jumping and shouting, Cao Mazi jumped into the crowd and ran away without a trace.

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd immediately.

"As soon as I saw Dacheng, I knew he must have become an official. I didn't expect that he would be a lord, so amazing."

"Bah, you said just now that the city was injured and the Su family is over."

"Bah, Yang Tiedan, don't talk nonsense. I have been optimistic about the big city since I was a child, so how could I say bad things about him?"

"Uncle Second is still very wise, and he can tell at a glance that the city is extraordinary."

"Hey, I was so sad just now that I forgot to say hello to Mr. Su."

For a moment, the neighbors sighed with regret. Looking at the small courtyard, dozens of pairs of eyes shining.

The main house is quite simple. The dining table is opposite the door, with a few pieces of adobe bricks built, and a table is placed with a board. A few pieces of adobe bricks next to it are built into a bench, with half-shredded dried lotus leaves on it.

There was a pile of straw against the wall, with a thin quilt and a broken mattress on it. This was Su He's bed.

A small room was divided by wood on one side of the house. Several adobe blocks were built with boards and mattresses on them. This was Su Baiyan's bed.

"I have saved more than 300 cents a month, and I have sent most of the money I paid in the past few years. Why can't I even afford to buy a bed?"

Su Cheng touched the bedding, which was hard, and the inner liner was definitely not cotton. I don’t know if it was reed or hay.

Su He turned red, and he turned to Su Baiyan next to him, and said angrily:

"I'll tell you, my brother will definitely not just send back such a small amount of money. It was Qin Changyan's bastard who swallowed it."

Su Baiyan took two small black porcelain bowls, picked up the clay pot on the table and poured water for Su Cheng to Lao Wang:

"Brother, old man, you drink water."

After arranging two people to drink water, Su Baiyan then turned to Su He who was indignant:

"Second brother, why are you anxious? Qin Changyan's money was swallowed up again and again. It's not just one or two. What's the use of us going to the inn?"

"His second uncle is a clerk in the yamen house, and the county lord Bo is his family's fellow clerk. The post station and the emergency delivery shop are all related to the old Qin family. Let's get into trouble, and we can't see any letters sent by our elder brother."

The more Su Baiyan analyzed, the more blushed Su He became:

"I'll go to complain. His old Qin family is in the yamen to cover up the sky. I'll go to the head of Daming Mansion to sue. I don't believe it. Daming Mansion can also protect him Qin Changyan, and the officials in the capital can also protect him Qin Changyan."

Su He was like a ram fighting, full of righteous indignation.

Su Baiyan waved his little hand:

"Then you go, I have to tell you before going, the Sun Laoshan family, who was fifteen miles away, was destroyed by bandits because they sued the postmen. The government has not solved the case until now."

Su He said dissatisfiedly:

"If Sun Laoshan's family had not been attacked by bandits, they would have definitely defeated the Lao Qin family now, and our family might not have been attacked by bandits."

Su Baiyan sneered:

"Then you can hear that the third leader of the Hunjiang Village on the Yellow River is a one-eyed dragon named Qin."

Su He immediately stopped talking when he heard this.

Qin Changyan’s third uncle Qin Mao is the third leader of the bandit village, which is known to all farmers on both sides of the Yellow River.

Lao Wang and Lao Shen were sitting on the mud and drinking water, but the black porcelain bowl opened its mouth and did not avoid it while drinking water, so they wet the clothes on their shoulders.

Su Baiyan picked up the fish that Su He caught and went to clean up. Su He sat down on the mud in dejected manner.

After a while, Su He raised his head and asked his elder brother:

"Brother, can't we really get back our money?"

"Ha ha"

Lao Wang, who was rubbing the water stains on his shoulders next to him, suddenly laughed out loud and pointed at Su Cheng and laughed.

"A postman swallowed your money. Do you ask your brother if he can still get it back?"

Su He looked at Lao Wang in a daze, not understanding why he was laughing. Is his words very funny?

Outside, Su Baiyan, who was packing fish scales under the shed in the yard, also leaned over and looked at the three of them in confusion, not understanding why Lao Wang was laughing.

The sun sets and the surroundings begin to darken. In the yard, the stove in the shed is burning. The yellow light illuminates the barren yard. Apart from a few agricultural tools, the Su family cannot see decent furniture.

Lao Wang walked out the door with a small black porcelain bowl, and said proudly:

"Don't talk about the postmen at the post station, the county lord, the bandit camp beside the Yellow River. Even the magistrate of Kaizhou and the magistrate of Daming Prefecture, when you meet your elder brother, you have to be called a magistrate."

"A mere local snake is a big deal in front of your brother."

"It's time to eat."

Lao Wang wanted to whisper a few more words, but was interrupted by Su Baiyan who was carrying a clay pot into the door.

The scent of fish meat came from the basin and scattered in the air, causing Lao Wang to swallow his saliva.

The two of them have been away these days, but they have not brought enough money. They haven't eaten big fish and meat for many days. The smell of fish from the small clay pot has drawn out the greed in Lao Wang's belly.

Sitting down on the adobe stool, staring straight at the clay pot in Bai Yan's hand.
To be continued...