"That's my residence. We don't have an umbrella, so we can only run over." After that, swallows flew over the water three times, flew past the rain in the rain curtain, and then came to the eaves of the small house. They wiped the rain on their foreheads and turned around and saw Yang Tashan standing behind her with a smile, and also wiped the rain on their foreheads.

Cheng Ziqin smiled and said, "You are not bad at light skills."

"Where is far worse than Sister Cheng."

Cheng Ziqin smiled slightly: "We are the two of us now. Can you not be a sister or sister? It's so awkward."

"If I ask me to call you sister, you will be you, and if I don't call you, you will be you. What should I do?"

Cheng Ziqin gently bit her lower lip and glanced at Yang Tashan quickly: "When we are together, just call me my name, anyway, we are about two years old."

"Okay, Ziqin!"

Cheng Ziqin's face turned slightly red, took out the key and opened the door, and asked: "Please come in!"

Yang Tashan stepped into the door and looked around. This was a single room with very simple furnishings. There were washing tools beside the door, and a round table was placed with teapots and tea cups. Behind the room was a earthen kang, covered with light green sheets, clean and tidy, and there were several quilts of different thicknesses on the bedside table.

Cheng Ziqin took off her waist knife and hung it on the hook on the wall of the kang, saying, "Please sit down."

Yang Tashan sat down at the round table and said strangely: "You don't have a kitchen in your room, how do you cook?"

"I'm too lazy to cook alone. There is a canteen for the jail jail in the yamen prison. I'm there to join them. Or I'll go to Pengju Restaurant opposite the yamen to eat noodles and bowls of noodles and so on."

Yang Tashan sighed, "I thought I was already hard enough, but I didn't expect that your life was so hard. By the way, didn't your father sacrifice his life to save the life of the prefect? ​​The prefect should give you some money to settle the house, right? Is it great to buy a home by yourself."

Speaking of Daddy Dead, Cheng Ziqin was a little sad, and then forced a smile: "Magistrate Han is very nice to our family. He gave him sixty taels of settlement fees. I was not willing to spend it, so I kept it. Anyway, I live alone, and there is an empty room in the yamen. Just have a place to live."

Yang Tashan is only sixteen or seventeen years old, and he will not beat around the bush and asks: "How could you want to be a constable? Girls are working too hard after all."

Cheng Ziqin smiled bitterly and said, "My mother has passed away long ago. I have been with my father since I was a child. Our father and daughter depend on each other for life. Two years ago, my father accompanied the governor Han on a business trip. When he met a bandit, my father died in a fight to save the governor Han. My family has no relatives anymore. Although there are sixty taels of family payments, what can I do? Is it okay to sit in the sacrificial house? So I told the governor Han to be a constable. The governor Han also advised me not to do this business. It was too hard and dangerous, so it would be better to marry someone. I insisted on being a constable, and the governor Han was then sure."

Yang Tashan sighed: "You are really hard, just working alone as a constable..."

Cheng Ziqin smiled and said, "I don't feel miserable. My grandfather and my father are all constables. Why can't women be constables? I insist on being. Moreover, our family has been a constable for generations, and what can I do if I don't become a constable?"

"Yes, if people have other places, they will not be a local constable," Yang Tashan sighed. "If I hadn't been desperate, I wouldn't have entered this journey. But after doing this journey, I thought it was pretty good."

Cheng Ziqin glanced at him: "You are so good at solving the case. Is it because you are from a family of constables?"

Yang Tashan didn't want to bring the topic to this, so he shook his head and said, "Hehe, I just hit a dead mouse, it's nothing."

"That's not. I know from the fact that you have solved the case of missing official seal. You are very good at solving the case. However, every time you mention this problem, you will be beaten and I am not easy to ask. Today, you have found clues to solve the case quickly. If this case can be successfully solved, you should make the first contribution."

"The eight characters are not yet drawn, and it is not time to talk about the credit. I don't know if our thinking is right. When we catch the real murderer, we will finish it." Yang Tashan said with a smile.

While he was talking, he heard someone outside walking towards this side with crackling water. Who would it be like this? Yang Tashan stood up and walked to the door. At first glance, he saw a girl in the rain, holding a red oil umbrella in her hand and a handful under her armpit. It was Xing'er.

Yang Tashan stepped out of the door, stood under the eaves and shouted happily: "Xing'er! Why are you here?"

Xing'er saw Yang Tashan and shouted happily: "Young Master! I'm bringing you an umbrella. I heard that you are in the backyard and I'm looking for you everywhere." She walked over quickly, walked under the eaves, put away the umbrella. She gently swept the bangs on her forehead that were soaked by the rain and mist, and smiled sweetly at Yang Tashan.

"It's Xing'er, come in quickly."

Xing'er hurriedly smiled and said, "No, there is mud on Xing'er's ground, which will stain the floor in the house."

Yang Tashan looked down and saw that Xing'er's cloth shoes and trousers were wet, and the edges of the cloth shoes were covered with yellow mud. He said with distress: "Look at you, you are still coming here with such heavy rain. It's not too late to go back when the rain stops."

"It's okay," Xing'er smiled, looked up at the dark clouds around the sky in the rain, and said, "It's still dark like the bottom of the pot, and the rain may not stop for a while. I was anxious before coming."

Yang Tashan hugged her shoulder lovingly, took the red oil umbrella from her hand, turned to Cheng Ziqin and said, "Ziqin, Xing'er is here to pick me up, then I'll go back first."

Cheng Ziqin had already walked out of the door and nodded: "Okay, you go back first. When the brothers sent out brought the news back, we will make the next plan."

Yang Tashan nodded, bowed his hand, opened the umbrella and walked into the rain curtain. Xing'er also took an umbrella, said goodbye to Cheng Ziqin, and hurriedly followed Yang Tashan and the two left the yamen.

Walking on the streets of Qingyang Fudi, it was raining heavily. In ancient times, there were dirt roads. Although the dirt roads in the city were compacted, when a heavy rain came, there were still mud and puddles everywhere. The raindrops splashed on the road surface, which soon soaked Yang Tashan's trousers' legs.

However, this rain has eliminated the heat and is still very pleasant.

Yang Tashandi's house was near the prefect's yamen, and it was just a few streets away. Xing'er stepped forward and opened the door first. The two entered the yard and went up the steps, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Yang Tashan's quick boots were also full of mud. He stomped his feet and wanted to shake off the yellow mud sticking to the soles of the shoes, but the mud was firmly stuck to the soles and could not shake off.

Xing'er smiled and said, "Stop shaking, young master, I'll bring you clean robes and shoes." After that, she leaned her umbrella against the wall and hurried into the room.

Yang Tashan had already bought some new lichens, shirts, shoes and socks for himself and Xing'er. Xing'er first took Yang Tashan's clean robes and shoes, and then served him on the platform to change it. Then he went into the bathroom to change his clothes and then came out to clean the platform.

Yang Tashan was already lying down on the Taishi Chair on the platform, leisurely slapping the fan. Although it rained heavily and the heat decreased a lot, it was still quite stuffy.

After Xing'er finished packing up, she was still sitting on the stool beside Yang Tashan, then embroidered the insoles and chatted with Yang Tashan.

The sky was getting darker, Xing'er went to the kitchen to cook, and Yang Tashan was still admiring the drizzling summer rain in the yard.

He likes the feeling of rain, and listens to the sound of rain, and listens to the sound of rain hitting leaves or banana leaves. After it rains, everything is clean on the day, and it is refreshing and comfortable.

Xing'er quickly prepared the meal, a plate of white garlic paste, a plate of steamed fish, a plate of beans with ginger sauce, a small pot of sauerkraut vermicelli soup, and a small pot of aged old cellar.

Next to the kitchen is a special restaurant. There are two red lanterns on both sides of the hand, and one is also placed on the round table. Yang Tashan entered the restaurant and sat down, sniffed: "It smells so good~! My Xing'er's cooking skills are so good."

Xing'er took off her apron and put it on, wearing a moon-white dress, stood beside her, and smiled, "Young Master, Xing'er can't cook. You always praise Xing'er, and you don't know whether it is true or false."

"Of course it's true!" Yang Tashan pulled Xing'er's arm and asked her to sit next to him. "I have told you many times. Although you call me a young master, I never think you are a maid. So when you eat in the future, sit down and eat together. Don't stand all the time. If you don't listen, I'll be going to spank you!"

Xing'er's face turned red and she sat beside Yang Tashan with her body tilted, looking particularly beautiful under the red candle.

Since following Yang Tashan and following the nutrition, Xing'er's face has improved much better and she is not as thin as before.

After the meal, it was already dark.

This was the second night I moved to my new home. The night before, Yang Tashan got drunk and went to bed early. He drank a small cup that night, and was just a little drunk.

Yang Tashan came to the study and sold it to him. The merchant liked to be polite and elegant. The bookshelf in the study were neatly filled with various classics, all of which were large-scale works such as the Four Books and Five Classics.

He casually took a copy of "Dog of Mean" and sat at the desk, reading a book with a lamp. Xing'er cut a pot of fragrant tea for him, then took the insole and embroidered it. The sound of rain outside the window drizzled until now. Under the lights on the rainy night, the red sleeves were filled with fragrance, which was a bit romantic. However, Yang Trashan was tired for a day and was even more drowsy when he read the "Dog of Mean". He had not read a few pages, and his eyelids had already started fighting.
Chapter completed!