After three rounds of wine, five flavors of dishes.

It's finally time to talk about things.

Looking at the county magistrate who was already slightly drunk in front of him, Qian Bojun waved his hand and held all the waiters around him back.

Only two people in the house were left.

Seeing this, Zhao Qun understood that the point was coming, so he asked: "Mr. Qian, you are looking for me today. Are you going to talk about something, right?"

Qian Bojun smiled and filled him with wine, and said slowly: "What Lord Zhao said? I am just admiring Lord Zhao's reputation. I want to see his true face and admire him."

"Hahahaha!" Zhao Qun smiled and clinked glasses with Bo Qian. The two of them drank the wine in one go.

Qian Bojun then continued: "But now, I have indeed encountered some trouble recently."

"Oh? In this small Xiahe County, can you find something difficult to save Mr. Qian?"

Qian Bojun lowered his voice and said, "I don't know the county magistrate, do you recognize Song Tianming?"

Zhao Qun's eyes froze: "Song Tianming? Are you talking about the Song Tianming who used the Dingyuan Army to suppress the Niu Shoushan bandits?"

"Yes, that's this person."

"I know this naturally. Stop talking about me. You can find any ordinary person on the streets of your county town. Who doesn't know him?"

Qian Bojun smiled slightly: "It's good to know him. This matter has something to do with him."

"Why, Song Tianming has offended you sir?" Zhao Qun asked.

"Not that, it's just that there is something very important to my Qian family."

"Oh? What's it?"

As soon as he asked, Zhao Qun regretted it.

Is this something that a small county magistrate can ask?

Sure enough, Qian Bojun smiled but said nothing and did not answer.

Zhao Qun hurriedly picked up the wine glass, pretended to drink, and then asked, "Then, what do Mr. Qian hopes to do?"

"Sent to death."

"Ah?" Zhao Qun was so shocked that his hands trembled, and almost threw his cup.

"Mr. Qian is kidding?

Song Tianming is now a great hero in Xiahe County, and he has not committed a crime. Why should the officials arrest him?"

"Just this." As he said that, Qian Bojun took out a letter, put it on the table, and pushed it in front of Zhao Qun.

Zhao Qun had a bad premonition, picked up the letter and glanced at it, stood up suddenly, and took several steps back!

"This... Mr. Qian, you can eat this food indiscriminately, and you can't talk nonsense!

This is all slander, all rumor!”

Qian Bojun poured a glass of wine on his own, took a sip, and looked at Zhao Qun with a pale face: "Is this letter true? Lord Zhao, you know more than me.

Of course you can deny it, but even if you hide it from others, did you hide it from the Censorate?

At that time, the adults of the Censorate will not sit here to drink with you like me."

Hearing the three words "Censorate", Zhao Qun trembled violently uncontrollably.

The people there are all devils!

If it really falls into their hands, it will be a hundred times more painful than death!

He forced himself to calm down and squeezed out a sentence: "Does anyone else know about Niu Shou Mountain?"

"Don't worry, Lord Zhao, the matter between you and the bandits in Niushou Mountain is now known by heaven and earth.

The others have been killed by Dingyuan Army."

"Thank you, Mr. Qian!" Zhao Qun bowed deeply, his head almost buried under his crotch.

Actually, this has happened many years ago.

Zhao Qun had just become a county lieutenant and was also full of energy and wanted to do something.

Suppressing bandits is naturally an important part of it.

However, the combat effectiveness of Xiahe County's government soldiers is too poor, and the bandits are all people who spend all year round and are fearless of death.

It was able to kill many bandits, but the casualties of officers and soldiers were also heavy, and there were complaints in the army.

He even refused to go into the mountains to suppress the bandits!

The families of the dead soldiers also came to cause trouble, saying that the bandit suppression was to let the soldiers die for nothing. There were more soldiers who died in a year than those who were robbed and killed by blocking the road!

This made Zhao Qun wonder: He is clearly for the benefit of the people, but why has he become his own fault?

It was not until he went to Beijing to report his work and met a colleague who gave me some advice that he realized what the real bandit suppression was like.

After discussing with the bandits, the bandits paid tribute to the government for annual grain every year, took the officers and soldiers into the mountains for a walk, and made some noises and proved that they had been there.

In this way, the government can receive annual income and bandits can continue to make a living without spending one soldier, which is like killing three birds with one stone!

This situation has long become a secret of the openness of the big fight.

Even some bandits from counties are raised by the government themselves!

The disheartened Zhao Qun was unable to withstand the pressure and temptation after all, and met Zhang Fei from Niu Shoushan and reached a consensus.

In the years since then, both sides have been in peace, and the annual income in the county has increased a lot, and Zhao Qun's own pockets have become increasingly bulging.

However, as Niushou Mountain's power grew stronger, Zhao Qun could no longer control Zhang Fei.

Two years ago, Zhang Fei unilaterally announced that he would no longer attack the county government for annual grain.

Zhao Qun was very angry and sent troops to attack, but was defeated!

Only then did he realize that he had made a fatal mistake, but it was irreversible.

The defeat of the Niu Shoushan bandits was a huge relief for him.

He thought that his dark past would be covered with dust.

But unexpectedly, this nightmare was still lingering, and with Qian Bojun's hands, he came to him!

"Mr. Zhao is so polite, please sit down." As he said that, Mr. Qian poured him a pot of wine again.

Zhao Qun, however, was like a child who had made a mistake, sitting there and daring to move.

"Mr. Zhao, I know you have no choice but to do so.

I, Qian Bo, were both ordinary people, and today I didn’t come to attack the enemy.

As long as Lord Zhao helps me, these things will completely disappear from the world.

You are still the county magistrate who enforces the law impartially and loves the people as much as his son!”

Zhao Qun said nothing, and finally nodded silently.

"Mr. Zhao is so happy!" Qian Bojun patted his shoulder, "By the way, Mr. Zhao, what do you think of Tianxianglou?"

"very good......"

"Then it happens. After the matter is done, I, Mr. Qian, will be the leader of Tianxianglou, and I will give it to Lord Zhao. How about it?"

I have to say that Qian Bojun's method of carrots and sticks completely killed Zhao Qun.

"But, Song Tianming did not commit a crime, I arrested him without any charge!"

Qian Bojun smiled, leaned into his ear, and whispered: "So...this...this...this, just leave the rest to me."

The next morning, just as the sky was dawn, Song Tianming got up early and started to be busy.

The open space in the house was filled with jars, and Cheng Hu and a few people were passing by, and they were already busy and sweating all over.

Under Erniu's leadership, the other people put wheat, flowers, herbs, etc. in a bucket and kept beating and crushing them.

The courtyard was suddenly filled with the fragrance of wheat and flowers.

But everyone still doesn't understand why the flowers have to be handled like this.

Could it be that flowers are used to make wine?

Song Tianming was alone, holding a carving knife and fiddling in the house.

Soon, he excitedly walked into the kitchen with two small urns connected by a bamboo tube.

Take out a jar of wine bought from the market, put it on the stove and heat it upside down, and slowly heat it up...

Soon, Cheng Hu and others outside the house stopped their work and sniffed their noses suddenly.

"Where does the wine smell come from?"

"It's so rich. I've never smelled such a fragrant wine!"

"It seems to be coming from the kitchen!"

"Kitchen? Mr. Xiao Song seemed to have passed by just now. Could it be him?"
To be continued...